Finally we part and sit by the fire. We make small talk as I prepare dinner, and soon we are sharing a hot meal.We sit side by side on a log, our hips...touching, as we eat. We catch up on each other’s recent lives, already counting down to the too soon time when we will be forced to part. Once the meal is finished, we sit beside the fire and talk more. We talk of life, of family, of fun, of work. We share life’s joys, frustrations, triumphs, tragedies, and hopes. The sharing brings us closer,. Each held out her right hand. In her grip was a six pack of beer. A really good beer of Irish origin. If a certain whiskey is my darling, then that beer is my sweetheart."We brought beer," they chanted in chorus, "Mr. Gamera."I slammed the door shut.I began to shake.Violently.There was a soft tap on the door. I tried to resist, but I could not. I was trapped in some horrible spell. 'This is just a weird dream you are having, ' I told myself as my hand reached for the door handle.I peeped around. "Yes, Father," I say to Betty, who now has the soul and mind of my Father inside, thanks to my Mother's hard work eight months ago. I take another look at myself in the mirror, the last moment I will be seen as a single person. As I walk my final steps to the altar in the large church, Betsy's father is waiting for me. He smiles at me, then at Betty, who hurriedly walks to the door as the wedding coordinator instructed her to do, and then slowly walks down the aisle as the maid of honor. My. So that explained why the dining room pictures showed naked women straddled across the laps of their lovers, riding their rods and laid out on tables with their lovers standing between their spread open legs getting their fertile cunts fucked, while waiters stood by patiently for them to finish and place their orders for drinks or dinner. On the dance floor, naked couples could be seen fucking to the music coming from the stage band. One stud at the bar was standing behind his woman while they.