They knew something had happened, but not what. I suppose they all thought I’d been a closet lesbian all along, in denial, and now I was fighting it...or something; but they didn’t know about my monstrosity so I couldn’t explain. Anyway at eleven my phone went: Henri was in the mountain restaurant.I got there at top speed and sat down opposite him, seeing that he’d chosen an unpopular table to give us privacy in the mid-morning quiet. He smiled at me, a naughty glint in his cocky ski-instructor. A lot of details needed to be adjusted, but the pattern for the service was set. The service itself was straight out of the hymnal, or rather a period hymnal. The required minor disaster came from the music. At the wedding, the orchestra would be playing from the portico, near the Ballroom. Since there were no musicians, we had a boombox to play recordings. No one thought to load the thing with batteries. Everyone had a laugh.After we finished walking through the process, Sean kissed Sheila. “Don’t mess up my makeup!” she complained. “Wait until you see Maria, she dressed up too. We’re going as groupies.”“So, does that mean you’re going to try to fuck the band members?” I asked, playfully teasing her.“Oh, now that’s an idea,” she said winking, “but, I think we’d have to blow a few roadies to get backstage.”“Well, you certainly are good enough at sucking cock for that,” I said, grabbing her ass.She slapped my hands and pushed me away. “Make me a drink,” she demanded.Reluctantly, I. The moments played out in her mind over and over as she rocked. She had just walked in from work when there was a knock at the door. Had she been smart, she would have checked the peephole, but her rush to change and get over to Dimitri’s for their weekly study date had overridden caution. The second she opened the door, she knew it was too late. Karl was standing there, drunk and angry. ‘So you think you can just hang up on me like that?!? You little fucking slut.’ She wasn’t sure whether the.