The front porch light came on and Tammy opened the door.I would have bet that she was ready to piss her panties when she saw the police at the door. U...fortunately I was too far away to see the expression on her face."We had a 911 call from this address a few minutes ago. Can you tell us what that call was about?" one of the officers asked Tammy."I don't know anything about a 911 call," she said."Who else is in the house with you?" No one."Tammy was in trouble now. They would never accept that. You have to choose between us. Will you marry me, please?“A pin dropping would have resounded round the hall like thunder, so quiet everyone had gone as he posed this question. Most were holding their breaths.“No,” screamed Martha.“I didn’t ask you, and I don’t want to marry you,” he snarled, then moderating his tone he asked Jennifer again, “Please?”For long moments Jennifer just stared at him, then at Martha, then back at David and finally said, “Yes. Yes please, David.”He solemnly put a. I saw the girls talking as Mary introduced her "cousin" Tara to Heather. They seemed to hit it off right away. In short order, all three girls had their hair in clips and rollers and had hairnets tied in place. There were three open dryers, but only two side by side. Heather took the solo dryer, while Tara and Mary sat beside each other. Manicures were done for both girls. I looked at Tara, covered with a pink shampoo cape, hair in rollers under a dryer, getting her nails shaped and. .. I- I- er... love you... Can you... I mean... willyou... m-... er.. marry me?" He was so nervous and was even absentlyholding the rose close to his stomach rather than offering it to me.Although this was probably the only remotely bold thing he ever did inhis life, I just couldn't believe it. How could he even have thoughtof himself as my husband?! What little sympathy I had shown him couldbe mistaken for friendship but to think that I would ever love him?!Then a thought occurred to me. Were.