Silly me. “I know you think I’m a big fucking bitch,” she said roughly, looking me straight in the eye. “All you little assholes think that. A...d maybe I am a big fucking bitch, but I think that I deserve the best. And that asshole that I’m almost-not-married-to anymore never gave me what I wanted. He never gave me jack shit. He didn’t send me flowers on my birthday, he didn’t take care of me when I was sick, he never cleaned up after his sloppy ass, and he NEVER made me cum! That lame-o. “Friend Ramie, how many weddings did we just have?” Miranda asked silently. “I fear our wedding bed will be crowded.”Miranda!We giggled as Jason turned to look in my eyes and I was lost in his kiss once again. How many of us, indeed? I could still hear the echo of the preacher’s voice declaring, “That which God hath joined...” My lips left Jason’s and he turned his head only a fraction to capture Katie’s mouth. I was so glad that we had joined together in courtship all the way back in Omaha. I. The third morning dawned bright, clear and blue so my parents bounded out of bed, fixed breakfast then grabbed their mountain bikes and left, bubbling cheerfully about the coming ride. Slowly my brothers and I slipped into the day with a lot less optimism. We snarled and scowled at each other for a couple of hours then Sam made a discovery. He was rummaging around in a pantry at the back of the little cabin and found a fifth of Canadian Crown Royal whiskey. I immediately claimed the purple. Jesse is the oldest at five-and-a-half, and Ashley the youngest at two weeks.”A light bulb went on, “Two different women.”“Four,” I said smugly.“Oh come on! This is some joke that you and Al Barton are playing on me. How many kids do you really have?”“Two with each of my wives, two with my friend Elyse, and one with Jennifer, my lesbian former High School sweetheart!”He shook his head, “I didn’t just fall off a turnip truck! Can we please be serious? If you really understand the ramifications,.