” My sister Laura started, “You could help Karen get into her gown and all, and Brian and I can get over to the church. He has ushering duties yo... know.”Laura looked up at me and smiled. Marcy seemed to be smiling as well. I seemed to be the only one who was not smiling.“Um, I guess this will work.” I finally said.Marcy disappeared into the bedroom presumably to help Karen get dressed in her gown. Almost immediately people finished up the last of their drinks and arrangements were made as. She said that she liked them very much and that she admired our courage to take such pictures. I told her that I would be happy to see similar pictures of her. She said there were none, but there was one with almost no clothes on with a friend. I asked her to send it to me. It turned out to be a photo on a balcony - she and a friend of her age, like Nelly / let's call her my acquaintance by that name /, so Nelly was in a bra, she was photographed at the waist - it was obvious that she had a. When it was closed there wasn't even a scar left."Well, I'm not as worried as I was before," Erin said.I nodded. I couldn't agree more that it was good to know I didn't need sex to heal."What are we going to do? The hotel will certainly take note of a broken door, two sleeping guys and a dead girl."An idea struck me. It was perfect but oh so wrong. "We'll check out and leave. Then we'll call the hotel and report a fight in this suite. When they call the police, they will take the men into. It has quite a punch. If you drink it slowly, it will treat you okay.”We had a great time. I danced with all the girls, including Carol. She was a good swing dancer and was ready for every dip, spin and whirl.The girls were all besieged by guys and were on the dance floor continuously. I only had one more “Long Island Iced Tea” and finished the evening drinking Cokes. Most of the others were getting tipsy. When it was time to go, surprisingly the only one to really object about leaving was a.