Keeping hold of Haddy’s left hand, Lestat grabbed the leather jacket and helmet off his bike’s sissy bar. This wasn’t a neighborhood where you�...d leave stuff like that out. Cheap plastic bicycles and scooters in the front yard? Yeah, maybe, but not a pricey leather jacket and expensive brain bucket.Matt led the way to the house. While I’d have liked my hand in his the way Lestat had Hadiya’s, I didn’t mind too much bringing up the rear. Haddy and Lestat had first-class asses, his in leather. An aura to influence others to speak the truth would help me cut through their guile. I also decided to glean her recent memories. I would find out what her real intentions were.Feeling sufficiently armed, I left the urn and climbed out. I was glad for the warmth spell I put on my Dad’s coat. I didn’t know how long I would be out here, but I would happily gauge how long I could take it versus what she was prepared for.I walked back to the mystery car and stood next to the driver-side window.. Not once did she attempt to take advantage of my situation. I slowly drifted off to sleep.When I woke up, I was lying on my side and she was spooned into me, still naked, her hand lying on my stomach just below my breast. For quite some time I just lay there, listening to her breathe while I contemplated what I'd done to my life.Eventually, I managed to come to grips with the fact that I'd had sex with another woman...for money. Several things ate at me, not the least of which was the. Harris wasn't joking about his mum making it posh. He told me on the drive up, there is a beautiful set up out doors for the reception. We take our seats in the front row, on the bride’s side. There looks to be about seventy people here. The wedding march begins and we all stand, and watch as the many flower girls come down the aisle. A little boy about six pulls a small wagon with a younger boy, about a year old holding the pillow, with the rings on them. The bride starts walking down the.