The month passed like a snap of the fingers or a jizzing in a cunt. Everyone was gone.I still wanted one last fuck and then I would wait for the girls... return."Bride or groom," the usher said."Bride," I replied. Definitely bride.The mid-sized church was almost full by the time I entered. They had a lot of friends and family. I excused myself from the usher and took a seat toward the back.Candles and roses were on the platform. The appearance was beautifully perfect for a wedding. The organist. She hadn’t realized how long she had been watching him until the beeping of her watch told her that it was 1:00 in the afternoon. They had been in the room for almost two hours! With a sigh, Cabrezi lifted his head from the final statue. He covered the statues in glass once more, and he returned to the floor beside Sabrina. His olive skin glistened with sweat under the room’s hot lights, and his hair was loose from where it had been tied back. It was as beautiful as she remembered, and she had. Richard had had a few drinks, and he made some very explicit comments to a couple of women, one of whom I knew fairly well. The ladies complained to one of the police officers who was there working security. The officer located Richard and told him to leave. But because he had been drinking, the officer insisted that someone take him home. Someone called Barb. She drove over to pick him up. When she learned what had happened, they had a very nasty and very public fight. Richard didn’t think it. Not a job for a wimp. I took it. We worked hard on the project together and then met with the boss who gave me the green light on getting things done.We met with the architect, Sylvia, and I was essentially struck dumb. When I ended up in bed with her, I learned what a bombshell is.Rudy also suggested I join him and Melanie at Tom's Tavern on Wednesday evening. Said there was a gang of people who just sort of hung out together and I might like it. Sounded light and easy, so I went. Interesting.