“Grace.”“I was just kidding,” she said, realizing that idea was not going to fly with Mac. “I don’t know. It all feels so overwhelming.”...��You are an experienced event planner who is struggling to plan her own wedding?” he asked with amusement.“Sadly, yes. Pathetic, huh?” Grace remarked.“Not pathetic at all. How about we spend some time later looking at several possibilities and use the process of elimination for whittling it down some?”“That would be very helpful,” Grace sighed.“What’s next?”. ” His eyes held hers as he went on, “Now I have only one request, and you don’t need to take off the chain.”“What request?”He licked his lips, full lips, and she wondered how they would feel in a kiss. “May I reach through the gap and touch—your skin.”She said nothing, almost unable to speak as she moved her body close to the door opening, but switching off the porch light. She was prepared for him to decide what section of her skin he would want to touch. Was she being crazy? But, A hot. You’re not getting sick, are you?”Beth let her mother put the back of her hand on her forehead, “It’s okay, Mom. I feel fine. Just tired. Can I ask you something?”“Sure, Hon. I’m never too busy to talk to my sweetie. What do you want to ask me?”“Just stuff like when did you know you were gay?”Ms. Stewart put her arm around Beth, “Well, now, that’s an excellent question. Come, let’s sit in the living room and get comfortable. I have a feeling this is going to be an important mother and daughter. A large person, quite tall, and clad from head to toe in a long black cloak. The type worn by monks and fraternity initiates. I pulled the cloak from the predator’s face. Guess who was under the hood? I stared into the familiar face of…Anna Brock! What the fuck? The predator who terrorized the entire Brighton College campus was a woman? Wow! I dialed Arnold, and he swiftly joined me. The two of us stared at Anna Brock’s unconscious body, stunned. Arnold smacked her face to wake her up. I.