She couldn’t imagine doing something like this with anyone else. Who else could make her feel so deliciously powerless and so safe at the same time... On the other hand, it was scary fun to imagine that he was someone else: the horrible Mr. Bad Man. She remembered how angry she’d been when he’d torn her shirt off, and how struggling with him had somehow aroused her. So she decided that instead of being meek and obedient she would be angry this time. She would resist. If he wanted her to. ‘You won’t interrupt again, will you Molly?’ ‘No!’ I fervently promised, my voice weak and pleading. She began again, and I at once realized that she was repeating, once more from the beginning, exactly what she had recited before. I felt absolutely terrible that I had caused her the inconvenience of repetition. In contrition, I decided I would breathe more deeply of the noxious flower being held under my nose, and I concentrated all my efforts to gaze exactly into the centers of her beautiful. ‘Do you want to hug the beam again?’ ‘Are you sure you’re ready this time?’ she asked, grinning broadly with a smile that echoed down the long years. ‘Who’s the photographer,’ I quipped back. She wrapped herself round the upright again, adopting the same pose. ‘Can you bring your left knee a bit higher please?’ She moved as I asked. ‘Now the right hand over your shoulder, can you splay your fingers a little more?’ She adjusted her fingers, the sun bronzed skin glowing in contrast to the milky. "Brad thought about it, then said, "Then let's do it." Do what?" Get married. I don't think there's any way we could know any more abouteach other than we already do."Julie said, "Okay. Although this isn't how I thought I'd be proposed to."************ONE YEAR LATER...Brad walked down the aisle, beautiful in her wedding gown. Julie lookedgreat in his tux, and Brad couldn't wait to be his wife. They had brieflyconsidered getting married immediately, but instead decided to wait tillthe day.