I watched Tammy go back to her bedroom. She slipped on a robe and tied it at the waist before brushing her hair. She then returned to her living room ...nd continued to look at her phone. She was texting. I took a six pack from the refrigerator and walked down the stairs, across the dimly lighted courtyard separating our buildings and up another flight of stairs to the third floor. I knocked on Tammy’s door and she smiled a welcome into her small, sparsely-decorated condo. “I was bored,” I. The man was still sitting in the same position, although his head was craned to his right, as he spoke to someone behind the bar. Don saw that everything was pretty much the same--but that murky looking knob with the split down the middle looked a little less murky. Was it a bit closer, a bit more exposed? It was hard to tell...Don swore to himself he wouldn't give this bastard any more of his attention. He was either a total slob, or some sort of pervert. Don didn't care, and he certainly. We told them we did not want to bother them with another wedding to plan and we would be happy if they were the only two at our Vegas wedding. Arianne and I withstood the chastisement we knew was coming and likely deserved. We made sure they understood that the last thing we wanted was a big wedding, we wanted as little fuss as possible. Soon Arianne took my hand and we quietly left the kitchen as our Moms discussed the turn of events. We had the bad feeling that a quiet elopement to Vegas was. “At least I shouldn’t smell so bad anymore.”We slipped a little deeper into the pond, but stayed where both of us could reach the mucky bottom. We splashed and played, stopping occasionally to kiss and hold each other. My mind wouldn’t let me believe that I couldn’t have her yet. We were as close as two people could be without being married, yet we were miles apart. Maybe more accurately, years apart. I tried to put it out of my mind and enjoy the moment. You don’t think about exiting the.