"Wilbur, I'm big as an ox and twice as ugly. No man in his right mind would even look twice at me." She looked down at her glass of beer and than back...up at me and said, "God dammit. I am so fucking lonely I could cry." Which she started to do with great hiccuping sobs. Tears ran down her face and she grabbed me and began to cry on my shoulder. I felt like I was being held by a vice."You know that song you been writin' to go with that un-natural guitar he's playin' up there?" I nodded and tried. The contrast between the two people was so stark that it bordered oncomical. Where Helen was willowy and lean, Greg's body was badly out ofshape, and the arms and legs that emerged from the frayed long bluedress Geraldine was wearing were thick and flabby. Mirroring Greg'strouble affecting a feminine-sounding voice or moving and carryinghimself gracefully, the layer of makeup on his doughy, round facestruggled to cover up the stubble that his carelessly shaven skin waspushing up from. So, watching the exit of her maid, I was the first in the field. I found the darling just throwing off her chemise, and she stood in all the glorious splendor of her magnificent form. I rushed in and threw my arms around her; our lips and tongues met in a sweet embrace. I gently pushed her onto the bed and begging for the exquisite pleasure of a first cunt-licking, helped her up. Then, taking a pillow, I knelt on the floor, arranging it so that her feet rested on my back, and darted my tongue. .." I know," I say, giving Sarah a tight cuddle. It doesn't take us long tochange into our modest nightdresses and climb into bed, where we bothfall into a deep sleep."Do you, Nicola Christine Thomas," the minister asks expectantly, "takethis woman, Sarah Jennifer Phillips, to be your lawfully wedded wife?" I do," I whisper."And do you, Sarah Jennifer Phillips," the minister asks, before beinginterrupted by a voice from the back of the church."People like them belong on the streets!" Diane.