"I think this is a bigger thing for girls than it is for boys." Maybe." He hung up his towel and grabbed his robe. "But after this weekend we're offic...ally adults."She stuck her tongue out at him. "There you go, being practical." She tested the water with her hand, judging the temperature. "It means a lot more than that." You mean that story that whoever you go to the Formal with is the person you'll end up marrying?" Partly that," Sammi said. "Unless a catastrophe occurs, you're going to marry. Well, was a thief? I don't know what I am now. A toy? Or maybe I'm just an example for anyone else who would dare to try and steal from Anthony Belli. In my line of work, everyone knew Belli's name. He was affiliated with organized crime, but too well connected to be arrested by the police. People that were set to testify against him had a habit of vanishing. In short, he's a bad man. And, unfortunately for me, a creative pervert.I didn't know that the museum was one of many legitimate fronts. Apparently satisfied with the accommodations, he returned in his rolled up shirtsleeves a couple minutes later and kissed her on the mouth, then deftly scooped his bride into his arms. She clung to his muscular neck, giggling as they crossed the threshold. The kindling Jeff had ignited while she was on the porch began to force sparks up the chimney of the brick fireplace on one wall. Light from a single table lamp revealed that the pale green room was cursorily decorated with white ribbon bows. All those years of fisting had paid off!We decided to call the baby Mark Stephen Hunter. I was very happy that poor Steve would be remembered in this way, but sometimes wondered if little Mark would ever ask who his second name came from. Big Mark was expecting a little one of his own by then, but no-one could have been prouder of his firstborn. He was at the hospital the whole time, Mel trying to calm him down. I was with Em through every minute of that wondrous day.Lady H lived to see her.