"I left him in the bed to decide and tried to soak away my doubts in a great deal of hot water. Part 2: Steve's TaleWell, my father always called me a...wimp, and maybe he was right. I let Carrie write the hard part but this is my story too. Perhaps it would be better to look at it as OUR story, because we are still trying to work out the plot and define our characters as a collaboration.You probably don't believe the part about not wanting to dress up for all those years, but it's true. The hurt. *"Do you have any oils or lube? Massage, olive, mineral, coconut, KY?" I have mineral oil." She started to rise, my hands held her firm.*"Stay here and relax. I'll get it. Just tell me where it is." Hall closet, on one of the middle shelves, with some computer stuff."I laughed."What's so funny?"*”I just thought, if we keep this up, we may have to go pick out matching lubricants." HAH Ha."I smacked her ass and gave a follow up big squeeze. She yelped, then pushed back and wriggled into my. As the song ends she walks over to me and takes my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor. ‘Daddy, where have you been? Come dance with me,’ she says as the band begins to play again. ‘Thank you for my wedding Daddy, it’s so perfect.’ I had to smile at my angel, at her happiness, which is all I’ve ever wanted. ‘You’re welcome Ally. I just wish your mother could have been here to see what a special and beautiful bride you are.’ My tears blurred my vision for a few seconds. ‘Oh Daddy. Momma would. He felt something tickle the back of his neck and reached up to touch his head. His hair was growing, faster and faster. He felt it slide down past his neck and finally stop somewhere around the middle of his back. He moved his head, feeling the weight of the hair. He pulled some of his hair around and saw that it had changed from black to brown and was getting lighter even as he held it.Now the tingling spread down through his body. Dutch looked down and saw that he was no longer the.