We can go to the Chuck Wagon and figure what we will do after.“Does that sound okay to you?” was her answer.I said, “Perfect. Let’s go in so I...can clean up a bit, first.”We went in and I headed for the shower telling her, “Make yourself at home while I grab a quick shower.”Irene followed me in saying, “I hope you don’t mind but I think I could use a shower myself.” And began shucking clothes.Man, talk about one sexy lady, I was hard enough to drive 20 penny spikes by the time she was down to. I reached over what appeared to be an empty bottle of vodka and grabbed my phone. The bad news was my phone confirmed it was indeed 12:38 pm. The good news is the call I missed was from Courtney - the bartender I had met the night before. I decided I’d give her a call once I gathered my bearings. My head was pounding from the drinking the night before. Pro tip: don’t chase beer with vodka late night. You’ll wake up hungover and naked the next morning. Except it wasn’t even morning. The wedding in Zeebrugge had turned out to be a typical German drunken affair. His parents did not come to the wedding nor did any of her other relatives. His relatives were some way away in North Germany and although they sent their best wishes, it was a bit too far for them to travel.On her wedding night she retired to bed awaiting her husband, who she was sure would join her shortly to consummate their marriage. She had taken great care of her toilet, and was wearing a lovely silk nightgown. Ever since I wound up in this state, one that I never expected, it's been bungle after bungle that I've created. I really didn't want my ineptitude in this new way of life for me to doom my sister to hundreds more years of isolation.Sara, my sister. I liked the sound of that. I have a sister! Well, my collective of personalities woven into my Spirit has a sister. Peter is just as much a part of my Spirit as I am. So, because he is a part me, Sara IS my sister.Although it's almost like he's.