Can't... do that." Arrian mumbled."Warrior, she is female, beautiful and desires you, what more do you need?" answered the god.Arrian was shocked to t...e core, he was being told he had to have sex with his mother. To be his mother's man."If you need peace of mind, assurance that this is the right thing, then I can provide that." How? what can you say that makes it okay for me to... to... do that?" said an uneasy Arrian."I won't say anything, but there is someone who can put your mind at ease.". The quandary on my part was what to do next. Leaving was out of the question, because they were only two cars away from mine and I would have to walk past them to go to it – not to mention putting the bags down, fumbling for my keys, loading the bags into the boot, and so on. If I left, I would have to keep coming back periodically to check that they were finished. I doubted there was a book of etiquette for this situation, or if there were, it was not on the shelves of any library I visited. I. Sam shrugged. “So? You live where, up Franklin Mountain? That’s almost on the way. We’ll go over there, and you can change. Come on, live a little! Be kind to an old man and keep him away from diner food.”“Okay, if you want to.” Tina drove through town and started up Rte. 28. “You’re not old!”“Eh, maybe not, but I’m not young either,” admitted her boss. He changed the subject, and they talked about work until they pulled into the driveway.Tina was relieved to find that Heather and Bobby weren’t. When we married, we married in the garrison church. I approached the church under an archway of swords. The regiment’s band played a slow march as my father and I walked towards the altar. The hymns, sung by a large number of soldiers, accompanied by the brass band and the organ trying to outdo each other, were loud. As we left the church, the band played the regimental march instead of traditional bridal music.John and I were pleased that so many people had come but what mattered was my hand.