.. well, I pretty much sealed my fate with them when I left the wake this evening. I held up the key to your room and told them all exactly where I wa... going." God, you've got balls, woman!" I certainly hope not... might make the rest of the evening a bit too interesting." She's smiling at me and my whole world has focused down to that beautiful face. She's sitting on the edge of the bed, rolling her hose down her legs and I can smell her, smell her perfume. I find myself mentally fumbling. I’ve thought long and hard, and I want this to move forward in such a way that I have no way of turning back the clock, no way to undo it. I want this to be a covenant, a commitment of sorts. Mom’s dead. Beth’s dead. You’re single. You’re free to remarry in the Church. I’m Catholic. You’re Catholic. Jessy’s Catholic. See where I’m going here? A church wedding, with a priest and everything. I want the sacramental grace and power of Holy Mother Church behind your union with her, which you know. “Yes! Anything!” I panted. Bill climbed off me and went to the end of the bed. He pushed the hem of my dress up and I lifted my hips to help him push it past my ass. I noticed that all the while our private bedroom had gotten much more public. What had started as faces in the doorway had turned into a regular gallery. Men were on either side of the bed watching, laughing and drinking. Bill quickly lifted each of my legs and secured them with more cords just at my knees. I lay on my back with my. He half hoped she’d open the door again, just so he could see her, to be sure she wasn’t going to run away on him. When nothing budged, he turned away and walked down the hall, silently cursing himself for his poor performance tonight. He pulled his room key from his pocket and slid it into the lock in the door, opening it and tossed his hat onto the bed, ruffling his hat-flattened hair and flipped on the TV. Lance walked out of the bathroom right on queue with nothing on but a towel wrapped.