I was in agony, my tummy was hurting through laughing so much. At last, I managed to get her in a head-lock... with my legs. And the only sounds from ...oom 490 were the liquid sounds and the contented gurgles of a girl who is being licked by another girl. We fell asleep, both of us flat on our backs and limp with loving. It was still early and so I had a pee and got back into bed, got all comfy and began the most outrageous fantasy.There is going to be a big football match. The fans always. The lips started back toward my neck. Just then, a loud ringing noise crescendoed in my right ear -- I opened my eyes and sat up, startled. Just a dream. Dammit. I heard footsteps outside my door and muffled voiced downstairs, right below my room. Time for another fucking day of work. I slipped on some clothes and started out the door, clumsily hitting my shoulder on the doorframe, spinning me sideways. Not again. Fuck mornings. I started down the hall toward the stairway. After. "You'd look so good, Simone! You know Kyle would love a picture of you like this!" I did take good care of myself, and Kyle would like it, but I couldn't imagine posing for some stranger dressed like that. Somehow Moira talked me into it anyway, and even had me call that very day for a sitting time -- the next day at 2. I was surprised when she too made an appointment for herself the following Thursday at 4; she just smiled at my inquiry.Well, I was really nervous when I arrived at the studio. The band had a fantastic trumpet player doing the solo part, so it was very effective as Sheila paced forward. As she turned toward Sean, the trumpet segued into Handel’s much shorter Fanfare. I have never been one of those girls that dotes on weddings. Watching Sheila and Sean made me wonder if there was something to it after all. Their commitment to each other radiated. There was a short homily and then vows. When pastor Mueller presented them as man and wife, a cheer went up. I joined in..