He did make it and was happy tosit down for the fifteen minutes allowed.Back at work after the break the pain returned but by noon it wasn't asbad as ...t was just before the break. In the middle of the afternoon hesuddenly noticed the pain was gone. He knew he was walking differentlyand chalked it up to that. He was still walking slower than he usuallydid. He was glad when the day was over.At home he started supper. Vickie came in and laughingly asked him howhis day was. He told her it was. But when I came out of the water wet, into the summer wind, it did feel refreshing, even a bit cool.On this particular day mostly looking down at the sand with a good deal of fatigue, I saw something incongruous; or, as it turned out to be, very congruent. It was just a flash, no, two flashes, of bikinis of different sizes. Of course, my immediate reaction was ... Angie! I stopped and took a long look. Yeah, maybe Angie, same hair, may a trifle (a very small trifle) thicker, with a matching. " It would be my honour!"I let go of Helmut in order to receive hugs of congratulation fromeveryone, staring down at the diamond ring on my finger in something of adaze. It didn't seem possible things could have gone this far, yet here Iwas.I was engaged. To a man. Who wanted me to be his wife.And I had no doubt that if I stayed here in Castle Rumstahl long enough Iwould be his bride. The day would come when I would walk down that aisleto where he was waiting for me, ready to slip a second, far. ”As Emily moaned in pain, footsteps echoed around the pool, and the school receptionist knelt down next to her. “What happened, Liam?”“She hit her head in a tumble-turn,” I said. “I got her out, and …”I trailed off as Emily started looking around, and noticed her torn swimsuit and exposed tits. “What the fuck?” she yelled, covering her chest up. “Did you do this?” she glared at me.Reluctantly, I nodded. “It was stopping you breathing.”“Fuck.”That was a Friday – our parents were always out on a.