The crowd changed, too, from mostly strangers to all friends and family.Susan smiled as she remembered herself standing at the altar next to Alan. She...recalled the priest's words as he'd said, "Do you, Susan Plummer, take your son, Alan Plummer, and agree to be not just his sex slave and big-titted fuck toy, but also his wife? To have and to hold, and to stroke and blow and serve in every way, until death do you part?" I do," she'd said solemnly.The priest had then turned to Alan and asked,. I said I wanted them saved for my daughters andsisters if they ever decided on having a child.As we were leaving the exam room we ran into Momma and Monica. Daddy andVincent were coming on Friday with the rest of the family.I talked with everyone on the phone and assured them everything was normal.I explained what had happened and what was going to happen.Thursday morning I was told that it was a good thing I wasn't going to needthe rest. "The harvesting job was botched," Santa told me. "But. One afternoon I was cruising a website and a profile caught my eye. He was a 52 yr old Black male seeking friendship and someone to just hang out with. I understood his profile and sent him a quick “wink” and thought no more about it. The next day I logged in to find that he had sent me a nice note simply saying thank you for the wink, it made his day. I looked at who was online, and he was in fact on. I wanted to send him an IM request to chat a bit, but was afraid to do so. A few minutes. Others left.One day the person who had been a watchman over this kingdom sent secret messages to some of the subjects inviting them to a new place. The new place was like a den. A family room. The people started to arrive and they made it a friendly place. The very thing that had first attracted small hot water was no longer important. The friendly atmosphere was the attraction.All who stayed dedicated themselves to peace and having fun. There was no more of the pictures that had first been so.