I packed my books, thankedher for inviting me over and began to make my way out. She grabbed my handas we made our way down the hall, through the land...ng, and down theextremely wide stair case. "Did you kids accomplish anything?" Mrs. Raspberry asked. "Yes Mom, we covered quite a bit of the material," Darla replied. "It was a pleasure meeting you Mrs. Raspberry," I said. I'd almost calledher "ma'am." Somehow I didn't think she'd take kindly to that. I saidgoodnight to them both and headed. "That's great baby! You've got the classic rock crowd and the country crowd covered with those two stations. Good choices, I think, for future clients." Ha, we were thinking alike there then, as that was the main reason I selected those stations. Rock-99.5 showed me their listening demographics, and a high percentage of their listeners were 40 to 60 year-olds. Getting on the Bull, the top country station around here was a no-brainer as far as I was concerned. Us country gals like to look good. Hmmm?" Diana smiled and nodded in agreement so Charles picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.She admired his broad shoulders and sinewy back that tapered to his trim waist and lean hips. She ogled his hard, round ass and his strongly muscled legs as she firmly ran her hands over his sexy, hard body. He had a long torso—he needed to wear shirts for a tall man. But his legs were only average in length. If his legs had been more in proportion to his torso, he would've been almost as tall. We had it stripped down to the bare minimum, devoid of all the religious trappings and pointless traditions.When it came time to read our vows, we turned to each other.She began, “You took life, and showed me, not only what mine was, but what it could be. In one moment, you lifted the blindfold I’d been wearing, and released the self-made shackles I’d worn.” She leaned over and whispered mischievously in my ear, “and added some of your own.” I look at her, an oxymoron of emotion, grinning,.