She tried to hide the pain he caused her, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out, but he was relentless, his fingers mo...ing from her nipple, down the ladder of her ribs and over her smooth stomach, pushing in between her thighs. He rubbed her soft pink flesh mercilessly, until the pain became too much and she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. ‘What’s the matter, Tina? I thought you liked my touch.’ ‘I… I do. I’m just really sore d… down there.’ ‘D… down where?’. The biggest issue is the dress. Once you decide on that, everything else fits around it. I will call the church in the morning. Pastor Bennett will want to talk with the two of you, too." She grabbed a pencil and pad and began making notes. "What about bridesmaids and groomsmen?"I said, "I don't know anyone."Lisa said, "After being off at college and then getting my Masters' degree and working on my doctorate, I have lost touch with my old friends and don't have any new ones who I would want to. "No. Why?" sheasked.Stephen considered her answer for a moment. Normally she was a lightsleeper and awoke at the slightest noise. If there really had beenpeople in their room last night she would have heard it. Stephen shookhis head as he sipped on his drink. "No reason." Are you going to apply for that construction job?" Emily asked him."I'm not sure." Stephen replied as he grabbed his breakfast. "Theydidn't really seem keen on the idea and I might look elsewhere." Emilylooked at him. "Really. For us they happened, I mean they are there, what we witness did happen, at least I think it did. I’m not so sure now. But these memories were real, but just how?We could show people we are ten years older, and say we are time travelers. Who would believe us? Yes, everything we know is real, we lived it. But if I were reading about this without having lived it, I would say the person writing it was ready for the loony bin. And that any pictures of any of it were fake or photoshopped.Maybe the.