..the bedroom?" Again the question confused me. I had nothing to deal with in my bedroom! "Denise, do I have to spell it out for you? How are you, you...know, relieving pressure?" I finally caught on. "Oh! Gosh, I...um...oh!" I stammered. Nancy gave me a pitying look. "You should get yourself a vibrator. I have one for when Frank isn't around and it sure helps! But don't go for a cheap one! They are just nasty and stop working after a few uses." I was sure that by now I was blushing so much that. Pristine. At least he hadn't come direct from torturing some other poor maid, I thought to myself as he reached his hand forward to shake that of my chaperone in greeting. Without sparing me a glance, he suggested that perhaps the two of them might be private to discuss the case. His head indicated a tiny delicate chair in the corner where I would be banished to allow them to discuss my fate in relative privacy. I stifled a knot of indignation. I am turning over a new leaf, I thought to. Being oblivious to our inside joke, Bobby took another sip of coffee and asked, “You okay, Dad?”“I’m fine, just in too much of a hurry this morning.”We got through breakfast without further incident. Roger left on time to open the store for 9:00, and I helped Carol clean up the kitchen. Bobby said he would gas up the bikes and mow the backyard to get it off his to-do list, and he should be done by 11:00 to go up to the pond.I took a shower and then did a load of wash. Carol said she needed to. It’s just I fear that something might get wrong. I don’t want anything bad to happen today”“If you think negative, like this, it sure will. Just relax, try to think how good it will be marrying Edward”“I don’t know... It’s a very special day for me and I don’t want anything to get wrong...”“But just don’t think then. Forget it, just be here and get yourself ready...”At a given moment of the preparations, we were with our respective dresses, but the anxiety over the wedding didn’t wanted to go..