As I felt the softness of her lips on mine, the warmth of her cheek in my hand, I heard Candy sniffle. The scent of the herbs filled my nose and the h...rp swelled, playing a traditional Italian wedding piece called "Caro Mio Ben" ("My Dear Beloved").I held her face in my hands. "I love you, Lizvette Conlin. I will love you as long as I live.". . . . . . "Oh! Look at us feeding the cake to each other! That really makes it official, Daddy!" She put her phone right in front of my face from behind. She jumps out of their bed and takes off with barely a word, he doesn't hear from her for more than a day, then when she does call, she's with someone else.He paces the floor slowly, frown building. That must be why she didn't want me along, he thinks. She was meeting up with some one else. But now she wants to see him. Or says she does.He sighs deeply, running his fingers through his hair. He doesn't want to lose her like this, but he doesn't understand what's going on with her.He picks up the. "I I I I I I'm sorry Cort........" SORRY?? SORRY doesn't even begin to make up for this! I heard you all the way down the hall! You gotta popsicle up your butt? What the fuck is up with that?" Cort, listen and I can explain." Go ahead, explain!" "I have a fetish for panties and humiliation and this chick I've been talking to online wanted to see me do this." Mark replied as he nodded to the laptop. Cortni looked and was horrified to see that when she got up from the make up table minutes. " I know, sweetie. But the idea isn't as terrifying to me now; besides, if I don't want to do it, you'll get me out of it, right? Using your superpowers?" she giggled."Well, sure. And we'll need to be sure we keep our advanced standing for college, but I'm positive that we can make sure that we can. Okay, call her back and tell her what we decided. You and I can pack up the house—your mom won't have to travel here to help—and if she agrees, I can ask Bob to handle the sale too. We can move.