THE WEDDINGThe wedding went pretty flawless as well as the reception. After the reception, I was anxious for Betty and I to be by ourselves so I coul... better enjoy my new bride. But as we were driving away in the limo and I sought to be more amorous with my new wife, she kissed me somewhat coolly and told me to control myself. She let me know that a few of her friends were having a special reception for us and that she wanted to look presentable for them. She gave me light consoling kisses. "I don't get it." Rob just looked at me and didn't say a word. And I still didn't get it, until much later. Got a dirty look from my psych professor when I burst out laughing in the middle of his review lecture.Laurel, again:I dreamed I'm in the middle of a weird psycho Marx Brothers vs Anthony Hopkins movie, only Harpo is wearing that leather mask, and it's all scaring the shit out of me! But I blink and it's Love Story, and Harry met Sally, and Thelma and Louise, and then I wake up and I'm. "What have I fallen into? Does this kid have a rap sheet?" There's no way around that, I suppose," said the older woman. Then she turned to face me."Michael, do you remember what happened?" Now how am I gonna answer that one?" I asked myself. I couldn't just tell them I had recently committed suicide. In 2011. I'd never see the light of day again.Finally, I decided to tell the truth. At least some of it. I guess I paused a little longer than I thought. Doctor Bales asked, "Are you alright? Do. The morning I remember best was the morning I couldn’t control my urges any longer, she was just too sexy. She often slept naked but this morning she was a short, rather nice negligee type nightie and no panties. The nightie had ridden up and she had thrown the sheets to one side so she was laying there, almost on her back, exposed from just under her beautiful white breasts down to her feet, really deeply asleep.She has the most beautiful hips, her skin was so white and her hair was so fine.