” And she giggled….excitedly. Jim scooped her up and carried her to their bed where they bothgot some badly needed release. Afterwar...s he asked, “Did he make you hot honey?” “Oh Jim don’t….” “Did he?… tell me…” “Yes… couldn’t you tell…?” “Did you want him to fuck you?” “JIM… you are embarrassing me.” “Well did you?” . But first, I need a dress. What Mom Knows Fucks Her in White Twenty minutes later, we were at a bridal shop and Miranda was trying on wedding dresses. I couldnt believe that I was about to get married…to the woman of my dreams. The reality is it was absurd, but the past few weeks had been absurd, beautifully absurd and I was the luckiest man on the planet. On the drive over to the bridal shop, I texted Mom: What are you doing right now? I have big news. My phone rang a minute later, but it was. My mother had arranged for me to meet Veronica at the firm’s offices that later that same day. Although it had turned out to be another sultry, sticky summer evening, I had decided to play it safe in terms of my choice of wardrobe: a smart black fitted skirt suit, a white blouse with a serious look, and some black, heeled pumps of the kind which my feet had always struggled, unsuccessfully, to get themselves accustomed to. I knew I was going to feel intimidated enough as it was and I wanted to. “I need to call her parents,” I said.“That should be fun,” the housekeeper said with a laugh. “It’s only noon out there so they might not be totally baked yet.”She gave me a soft pat on the arm before she left. I picked up the phone and looked at the paper with the phone number on it.A man picked up on the first ring and he sounded relatively normal.“Hello, Mr. Larimer,” I said. “This is Travis Blakely.”“Hello, Travis,” Mickey Larimer said in a polite voice. “How are things with you?”“They’ve.