“I don’t know. Marissa how do you like my sausage?”“Hmm, I think that your sausage was fine. You dope.”Tony walked in wearing a suit and tie... “Ok you two, time to get up for breakfast and I have to get to mass.”“Mass?” I said ignorantly.“It’s Sunday Brad,” said Marissa. “Tony’s going to church.”I made an “Oh” sound.“It’s an Italian thing Brad. Say, would you two like to join me? My mother would be thrilled to meet you and you’d make my uncle’s day to see Marissa again.” I knew that it would. " I guess I can handle that, but I think I'll be glad I'm not going intowork anymore."+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++The following Tuesday Jane drove me to the salon for our 9AM appointment.I didn't know it but it turned out to be a clinic that specialized infemale beauty enhancement. When we went in the receptionist gave us someforms to fill out and sign, which we spent the next half-hour completing.I asked Jane about one form that gave her power of a care giver while Iwas undergoing the. .. as the Publisher ... and your employer ... that this wedding is not news.”Jerry was looking skeptically at the pages in his hand.Brad didn’t let him speak though. “Now you have two choices ... both of you...” he included the photographer, “You can forget this story, and go about reporting some real news. That also means you will not ... I repeat will not ... share any of the information you may think you have uncovered ... with any other person ... anywhere in the world ... under any. He had her kneel before the bench which happened to be backed with a mirror. "You are going to look at me, at yourself and you will not even try to shut your eyes again. Understand?" Michael explained as he knelt between her heels. She arched her back, pressing her butt against his crotch and agreed, "Yes, Sir." Michael quickly reached to the side, removed the bit from his cordless drill and laid it beside them on the floor, never once releasing her from his gaze, so, naturally Marie was none.