Horace admired the material. ‘Nice slack’s, Marty. What is it, Italian?’ ‘Armani.’ Horace nodded, impressed. ‘I’d keep ’em, I was you...’ ‘Naw, I got three inches more in the waist now then back then.’ Back in the day, Marty had lived large. He stole cars, hijacked trucks, and robbed high stake poker games, and payrolls. Flush with cash, he hovered up cocaine for breakfast and Maker’s Mark for lunch, so jittery from dope and hung over from booze he seldom bothered to eat. He had gained thirty. "What's wrong Chris?" Cassie laughed as she drew Sally into her arms and kissed her deeply, Mandy stood for a moment looking at me, a frown on her pretty face,"Yes Chris, what's wrong?" she said softly as she sat beside me,"Is it all too much too soon?"I nodded and tried to ignore my sister's hands sliding up beneath Sally's skirt,"No not really Mandy" I said and pulled her down onto my lap,"Cassie told me about the three of you and God knows I'd be hopelessly bent if I didn't find you. If you’re lying out in the sun on your stomach with your bikini top unhooked I’ll keep an eye on you just in case you get up and show your tits.38. When your spouse, friend or partner is drinking I’ll try to use that opportunity to pump them for information and stories about your sexual escapades.39. If you’re passed out or sleeping I’ll try to take pictures of you if I have an opportunity, and I’m always looking for opportunities.40. I love being a sick, twisted pervert, it’s my favorite thing. Then my father walked a couple of steps further forward andplaced my hand in the hand of John. It dawned on me that I'd just walkeddown the aisle, the thing obscuring my face was a veil and my dad hadjust ceremoniously 'given me away' to John. This was my wedding, with meas the bride!!!I looked at John and had the same gooey feeling as I had last night,except now it was more intense and accompanied by intense happiness. Ithen looked down and I could see a huge poufy dress. With John stoodnext.