“Do you, Amy, take this man, Jamie, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for bet...er or worse, for rich or for poor, in sickness and health, for as long as you both shall live?” Jane now turned to Amy, who blushed more than a little as she realized that she really was about to become Jamie’s wife at last.True, they were part of a larger group, and there was a very broad, very basic compact between them, everyone having agreed. “I’m gonna go hang out at the mall and then movies. Tomorrow?” she asks while she is slipping into her shirt.“Sure,” I say. She brushes her hair a bit with her fingers before she leaves, although I didn’t touch it at any point, so it wasn’t really messy. Perhaps she had wanted me to?Sure enough, Diana knocks on my door the same time the next day. “You busy, dad?” she asks, although she steps right in before I can answer.“Not really,” I say, moving the folder I am holding into a drawer.This time. My husband at the time (since passed) I thought was having an affair with a neighbor, so after he went to work and k**s off to school I set off for her house to set her straight. Things went wrong from the start, she invited me in and I immediately started yelling at her and calling her names, she was stunned to say the least but not intimidated at all, she denied it and I slapped her hard across the face only to be met with a fist to the stomach and one on my ear as I was on my way to my. Admittedly, I was a little jealous at first. Being in my late twenties, I wasn’t exactly chopped liver, but I wasn’t tight like the dancer. Few women were. Still, I could definitely understand why she was his favorite.I waved to her when she left the stage and she came straight over. Brad groaned and I laughed. He knew what a mischievous little wench I can be.“Can you do a table dance for my hubby?” I asked, a little surprised at my bravery. She smiled and nodded and we both looked to Brad who.