A couple weeks later I was at another party, when a voice in my ear said, "I hope you won't drink too much tonight." We talked, we danced, and this t...me it was I who walked Sarah home, and got a kiss on the doorstep as my reward. We started to meet often, and then one Saturday night I didn't get left on the doorstep with a kiss. Sarah turned and asked me in with a sexy smile. "It’s all right, they are away for the weekend." She led me straight upstairs to her bedroom, and flung herself into. I had missed all that. I was enjoying myself so much and neurotically worrying so much if I was good enough, I hadn’t taken a moment to think about the wedding. Many of the choices others are routinely granted had been taken from me by my Father’s needs. Some of the thrill of self indulgence had been taken from me by Jeff. He didn’t care how much I overindulged myself as long as that would allow him to live with me as his wife. What a killjoy. For sure Jen and Sandy would be bridesmaids. I was. I'll be there too, bloody tuxedo and all. Those things are a real bore. At least there's free booze and good food. I'll look for you tomorrow night." He had another beer while I downed a couple of Scotch's and left for home.The next evening I climbed into my tuxedo and drove to the consulate, dropping my car with the valet parker. I picked up champagne at the bar and wandered over to my Brit friend."Who is that lady over there in the red gown? She's drop dead gorgeous!" Oh her? That's Angela. .." Just then, Sarah caught sight of Principal Schwartz, with Principal Eversol and Coach Calricci, pointing at her and start walking in her direction. Depression hit her again and Sarah did not feel like talking to them right now. "I'm sorry, guys. I've got to go."Sarah turned and walked quickly away. She was almost off the field when her arm was snagged. She stopped and turned to see who was holding onto her arm, dearly hoping it was not either of the principals."Hey, where are you rushing.