I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes...what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week." I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs, closed and locked the front door and headed for the car. My son was already in the seat. I sat down on his lap and swung my legs into the car. I looked down and notice my dress barely covered my thighs. It rode up pretty high. My son was. As the day of the wedding approached Luna was getting more and more excited.She and Dudley were spending more time at her house as preparations got under way. She looked out at the marquee which now stood just beyond the garden and it brought home to her how fast time was moving. She and Dudley had agreed that the number of Muggles invited, should be restricted to family. That meant Jim and Mary, who were Petunia's grandparents. There would be Justin and his family who were all Muggles and of. "Next, In the event of my death, those concubines allotted to me are not to be separated and are willed to the surviving sponsors in my household. Should they be dead or incapacitated, I will them to a planetary governor whose regulations and laws most closely resemble those rules I have expressed to you. Centurion Sam Matthews is named, and has accepted, executor, trustee, Grand Poobah - whatever the hell the Confederacy calls it - responsible for the protection and disposition of our. "Married?" she asked."Nope." E'veen replied."Want to?" Yup," said Bill."His honor is washing the dishes." That's a good habit for a husband to get into," giggled E'veen.Mrs. Jovial grabbed papers from a desk and a couple of pens."Have a seat, fill these out."They did ... she checked to make sure all the blocks were filled in.Then a man in a clean white shirt and black pants came through the door."Mother," he said, "are you satisfied with the paperwork?" Yes." Dearly Beloved" ... right on.