The woman wears a tux, and standsat the front, and the man wears a bridal gown, and comes down the aisle.You think you guys would be willing to do it?... But I'd look ridiculous in a dress!" my husband protested."That's kinda okay. Nobody is supposed to take things really seriously,and well, most of the guests will be pretty tipsy anyway." You really want us to do this?" I asked.My niece nodded.I looked at my handsome husband and said, "Its gonna be up to you, hon. Idont mind wearing a tux." Do. It was, however, the first technique which Toni employed on the night in question. Toni was by now, stilettoes restored, confidentially striding that stage to and fro with her lovely smile and opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish in a tank. Her underwear consisted of white knickers and a matching singlet which up to now had held her bosoms high and forward in an audacious manner. As the time had come for those bosoms to be confronted with gravity, she engaged herself in this. Heather frowned theatrically. “Gosh, Jessy, this is your wedding day! You’re supposed to be happy!”“I would be if you weren’t here,” Jessica said angrily.Heather wagged a finger at her. “Temper, temper, you don’t want to piss me off.”Jessica sighed. “What do you want from us?”“Where are you going for your honeymoon?” Heather asked.“We have a reservation at the Fireside Hotel, in the honeymoon suite,” Jessica stated.“That’s it? Nowhere else?” Heather asked. In fact, she already knew all this. ’ ‘You are very flexible.’ ‘Do you mean double jointed, Andrew, or just sexually dextrous?’ ‘Actually I would hope the first a little bit, and expect the second most definitely.’ ‘Super-heroine Miss Clare Dextrous to the rescue,’ she grinned. ‘She reaches the parts that other girls can’t reach!’ ‘Her tongue as agile as a lizards. Her need to be beaten with left over celery sticks.’ ‘If you please, sir,’ Clare cackled gleefully. ‘And how long have you had these symptoms, Clare?’ ‘Ooh! Doctors.