"I'd like to make a toast to the king and queen of our harem. May you always find comfort and joy in each other's arms and inspire the rest of us with...your love. To Marta and Joe!"When Mary sat, Margie stood on her chair. "You knew I'd say something," she smiled at Joe. "As the youngest unofficial and soon to be official wife, maybe too young seeing poor X uncomfortable in his chair, I wish to assure our guests and our new parents that without Marta and Mary and Joe and the rest of my loving. Then warns, "If I find it on another station, your ass will feel like it is on fire!"His hearty is irritating but she carefully maintains her expression. He then guides her to a series of small cabins. And tell her to stop at the one numbered eighteen.Then he cruelly asks, "You were about that age when the photo sessions began, right slut?"Despite herself she nods and once inside he slaps her face! Startled she recoils and lifts her arms defensively. Then he gruffly explains that all of her. Dusk and storms. Summer heat lighting, blinding and beautiful. All things nocturnal. They are all you to me.But we'll go back to our lives from here. To continue what we have, some things have to be kept separate, parts of us always remaining a mystery to one another.Yet, wherever we are during our days and nights apart, a part of us always stays with the other, the aftermath's echoes rippling through our steps once our masks are slipped back on.It's an equally beautiful and painful thing,. If you would drop me at the corner of Cedar and Main, it’s only a twenty-yard dash.’ So I did. We made parental small talk as I drove. You know the kind of thing, boasting about our offspring. Catherine Johnson was as much the proud parent as I was. I stopped where she indicated and watched her as she hurried into the library, shapeless in a loose sweater and calf-length heavy skirt, her dark brown hair scraped back, no makeup. Definitely not dressed to attract, so why was I becoming.