I just had to make it through the reception and find a good time to pull him aside so we could talk about it. We had to clear the air and I needed it ...o be before he left on his honeymoon. ~~~An hour later, and three more drinks in, I’m seated at a table with absolute strangers anxiously working up the courage to talk to Max. Him and Lauren are making the usual rounds and chatting with each of their guests. I figure if I wait until he comes to my table I can grab him real quick. Except he never. I mean, I don't hide the fact I'm a slut, I'm open about it. Anyway, I keep wondering were the fuck are we going to do it at ? It was light outside and the bathrooms were way too small. I look over and Karen stands up, drops hew drawers and opens her clean shaved puss up. Then I heard the door lock, turns out they know the bartender and he locked the door. Did they set this up ? I didn't care as I stood up and let two guys and the bartender strip me down. These guys were kinky as they poured. We talked some more through our meal. Before we finished, Laura had agreed to come to Sunday school and church next week. We finished and I paid for all of us over Laura's objection.Once in the car, I opened my Bible to the beginning of Romans. Laura opened her Bible and I found Romans for her. I transferred the verses to the first page of that book and handed it back to her after turning to the first page and writing, "To Laura from April, May, and Paul Sanderson." I handed it to her and said,. I’d often have lunch with her but she revealed little about the rest of her life except that she’d been married more than ten years to a black man and had no children. She was about five years older than me.She was half-black and half-Hispanic, but definitely the lighter shades of each, having essentially a permanent golden tan. I thought she was beautiful but she obviously didn’t think that of herself.Another odd thing I noticed was she always seemed tired on Mondays. Also, she seemed happy to.