‘I don’t understand Susan. I weigh at least 70 pounds more than you. How did you get me through the caves to the four-wheeler? And how did you eve... get me on the four-wheeler?’ Susan just shook her head. ‘I honestly don’t know,’ she said, ‘I just knew that if I didn’t, then you were going to die. My cell phone wouldn’t work that far out, and I knew you would die if I didn’t get you back. I couldn’t leave you there, because your temperature could have started going up again.’ Susan said she did. .”“Baby,” he told me, “I want to be married to you in an official and socially acceptable manner. What do YOU want?”I know what I want. I’ve been to a bunch of weddings of the industrial variety, and make no mistake, it IS an industry – manufactured events that do little to solemnize a major event in the formation of the family. I’ve seen that whole ‘princess for a day’ thing where a church is turned into a London cathedral and the son of a used car salesman and the daughter of a middle manager. On the third day, while she was in another room, I opened her purse. Inside was a small pinhole camera, which looked out of a small gap in the side of the purse, pointed right at the bed!!I began making plans. I wanted to have sex, basically to teach her a lesson for trying to mess with me and also because she was really hot, but I did not want a video taken, obviously! One day, I turned the purse in the opposite direction! That means towards the wall, not the bed! Now I took off all my clothes. They didn’t know about Dara’s family and this would be a nice festive way to break the news about her mother’s husband and her mother’s two wives. As it turned out, Trent Semple’s parents were old time rock and rollers and they fit right in with the vibe and when Dara introduced them to her dad and his wives they paused and then smiled.“I should have known that you would find a wife that would be way out of the mainstream, son. Mother, you need to make the wedding a little more lively.”His.