Our plan had been to form up in the boathouse, but that was sunk. We men proceeded to the houseboat, which proved wise. The water was a bit choppy. Th...s caused the walkway connecting the dock to the houseboat to bounce. I was glad to be across, but I knew it would slow the bridal party down. I drew on my Army training and waited attentively.As the parade of ladies came down the hillside, the band had switched from ragtime to Bach. Everyone sensed the change in mood, but had to wait through two. But at leastnobody can mind bomb me or make me do things anymore. I still rememberthat first time at the mall when they made me go up to that random boyand kiss him. Is it weird that instead of being angry about it, itmakes me laugh?I only see my grandmother when I go to Aphrodite's court, which isn'tthat often. Diary, do you remember how I got to wear one of Aphrodite'sown gowns to the Senior Prom? That was such an awesome night. Jasonlooked so incredibly cute in his tuxedo. (Diary, you. She was surprised when I pushed her into the steamy bathroom, and trough the shower curtain,then I left the bathroom expecting to hear a short flurry of sex then they'd come out.Well there was the shower wall bumping, her moaning his grunt getting off. the shower turned off, I could hear her toweling him off, then sucking him, then the shower went on and they fucked again. She moaned even more loudly yelling out from getting off. Then on the counter,with even more moaning getting off. Finally. First, of course, Ihad my very own hair. A blonde with her locks hanging past her chin andthe ends curled in to meet just above her shoulders, and a really neatfringe half-way between her forehead and her eyebrows, peered out of themirror. No more wigs needed. She swung her head from side to sidetesting the attachment of her hair until she was satisfied that itwasn't going anywhere. Her eyebrows had been thinned and darkened andthe eyes beneath them framed in colours shading from silver to a.