Certainly, the moralistic doctrines will die out first. Just as they will in all other faith traditions co-existing with the syncretic Church of Haven... It will be rather tough to preserve a moral code that conflicts with this Schumacher Syndrome, after all, won’t it?” Sandra laughed as she considered the likely fate of most religions in the new society.“That it will, cousin! Preach it, sister-wife!” Ninve answered, even as her maternal spidey sense alerted her that Sargon and Arwen were awake. That is plenty of time for me to do what I have to in order to keep my sanity.I showered, found my sexiest panty and bra set, put on nude, tan, lace top stockings with a garter. My four inch strappy stiletto sandals with a thin strap over my red polished toes and around my ankle completed my attire. I had just put the last touches on my make up and grabbed my purse when Jack walked in.He looked at me and said, “WOW, Kaycee you look stunning. Where are we going?”I said, “WE aren’t going. **************************************************************"I'm sorry, sir, but the flight is overbooked."Wes wanted to kick the check in desk with disgust. Damnit! It wasn't fair... Wes wanted to scream and yell. He wanted to shoot vicious and ugly looks at the woman behind the counter until she relented and let him on the plane. It was so damn unfair, Wes had done everything right. He'd left his house a full three hours before his flight was scheduled to take off. He packed all his luggage. He walked her down the aisle and gave her away, which was more than just symbolic, in this particular wedding. Sabrina cried, and her hug for Gertie in the reception line was a long one.We were sitting at a table, and just happened to be alone at the time. Our table mates were all up dancing. Sabrina was radiant, her hair done up on top of her head, in whorls of auburn that glinted red in the bright lights of the hall. She had worn a dress that, had I not known her, would have staggered me with.