He was sporting one hell of a bruise on his right cheek and a cut above his left eye. His eyes were bloodshot with fatigue. His eyes kept darting from...the man in black to the object sitting at the center of the table. ‘I got it as a gift a long time ago.’ He continued. ‘Somebody I was crazy in love with. I collect them, matter of fact. She had no idea how to choose a good one from a cheap one, but somehow she happened to find this one, and man it’s a beaut.’ The black man was aching to talk, to. When Bobby escorted her down the aisle in the little church, she looked absolutely radiant, smiling broadly at the assembled people in the pews.The service was over before I realized it. We had said the words, but Paul was right. We were already married before this. Our commitment wasn't any greater with the blessing of the church or society in general. We were deeply in love with each other and this ceremony was more for the benefit of our families and friends.The reception, like the wedding,. The demon. She looked at him. He smiled and came to the bed and sat next to her.>"Beautiful, isn't she?" He said lightly touching the babys cheek. Vilen looked back at the baby. Was this her baby? The baby growing inside her?>She looked back at him, the demon. "Here you can hold her. I need to go outside and clear my head." She held the baby out for him to take. >He pushed the baby back in her arms. "No. You need to rest. And I’m not stupid, I now you'll run to Elisa's and ask how to kill me. Always kissingand touching me and setting up dates for us. She knew I was kinda ofself-conscious about being so, well, slender, so she got some steroidsfor me and was always tell me to exercise. Really the only thing I everdid was cycle, so I was cycling constantly. With the steroids she wasinjecting me with, I figured I'd bulk up some, but I just kept gettingkind of softer and I actually lost weight except for my thighs and butt.I figured they were getting bigger because of all the cycling I.