She became so wet, it dribbled onto his chin. Rick came up for air. He leaned over her and grabbed her face. Kissing her deeply, he made her taste her...elf on his lips and tongue. She needed no urging, licking at his face and chin greedily as her nails raked across the back of his shoulders. He broke away from her mouth, stripping his shirt off in one fluid motion. Hearing her intake of breath as his muscular physique was uncovered made him smile. He undid the button of his shorts and slid the. I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride." The Officiant concluded the ceremony as Greg and Red leant in and kissed each other passionately. The Officiant untied their hands, giving the ropes to Rocco. As the group separated Greg went and broke the unleavened bread handing the pieces with bits of fish to the entire group present. Slowly all five of them relaxed, sipping Rum as they ate and talked with each other. All too soon the officiant bade them farewell as Rocco took. What I did have was hope. Things had happened before, miracles if you will, that had made me hope that other miracles could and would happen. But then, I'd done my own little miracles since I got back and failed miserably in healing my dad. Yes, I'd reduced the areas of cancer but not the cancer itself. Instead, I'd concentrated it, like acid, letting it attack one area with more force than it was attacking the multiple areas before. The cave had fixed me up. But my problems were a little. While wearing one you have to be constantly aware of how you bend and sit. Getting in and out of a car with any degree of modesty, especially in those short tight skirts you want me to wear, is nearly impossible. If I wear a longer skirt, you insist that it be 'nice and tight', so that it shows off my 'nice ass'. Do you have any idea at all what it's like to wear a long tight skirt? What it feels like to have people staring at you as you attempt to walk but the best you can manage is kind.