Mint tea. It's reet sweet, like." I prefer coffee. Café cassé. Or café au lait." Yeah. I could do with a cuppa, me."They sat outside a café at a t...ble on the pavement. The waiter swivelled the huge parasol so they were both in the shade of the fierce North African sun. Paul seemed ill at ease but insisted on buying the drinks. He struggled with his schoolboy French while the waiter nodded and seemed to understand. Marla couldn't help smiling at his pronunciation, but chose to make no. Eventually our day came and we stood before one of North Carolina’s favorite sons, Franklin Graham.“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join in Holy Matrimony these two loving individuals. Jennifer and Thomas have consented to be forever known as Mr. and Mrs. Jennifer and Thomas Morrison. If anyone sees fit to tell why these two should not be thusly joined, speak now, or forever hold your peace...”Jennifer looked exquisite in her white wedding gown. Polly had spent the last three. JutrasSteve always thought he was an ordinary guy, even if he didn't see any other guys playing Barbie dolls with their sisters or helping in dress up games. Steve loved the look of makeup on his face and his hair flowing about his shoulders. He looked pretty good in his sister's dresses and heels. He especially liked it when he got to pretend to be pregnant. As he got older, he would steal his mothers pantyhose from the hamper and either wear it at night or hide it in his room to wear to. ..Nothing happened." Of course something did, Mistress Lena." he replied simply. "I'm here, aren't I? The best way I can assure that your wish will be granted is, well... how do they put it...? 'If you want something done right... do it yourself.' Do I have that right?" You mean... you're gonna'... oh." she was stunned and could feel her face turning a deep crimson."Yes, Mistress Lena." he replied, rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck. "I am going to grant your wish... personally.".