Only two people recognized Kelly. The first was Mikee. She was dancing with her current boyfriend, whose name I didn't know, and did a double-take wor...hy of a classic TV show like Dick Van Dyke or Mary Tyler Moore. Her mouth hung open as she watched me walk her little sister out onto the floor and start dancing.The other person was Kenny. He came over about half-an-hour after we got there. I was standing by the refreshments, Kelly's hand lightly on my arm, and we were watching Tami dance with. She wondered if baby-talk might make him a little more sympathetic. It was worth a try. "Yes. Yes, they do. My boobs hurt. A lot. Only sucking your big cock, and then going to sleep without one of those bad bras on... that's the only way to make them not hurt anymore."Tara knew she was laying on the baby-talk a bit thick, but she was quickly running out of ideas. She dropped to her knees, cupped her big tits in her hands, and opened her mouth wide in hopes that he would agree to her offer."I'm. The only comforting fact was the texture of carpeting beneath your bare feet. Nothing bad can happen on such a soft carpet you tell yourself, before you start to cry.After what felt like hours, you hear the creak of a door opening behind you. You try to learn something from the sound, but all hinges sound the same. After the door closes, there is silence again, the carpet muffling any movement.Suddenly, a hand comes down gently on your bare neck, massaging it with a firm, calloused grip. Your. We're either going to be partners, or this won't work." She smiled with that twinkle back in her eyes. "But, I'll still tease the hell out of you about it. In public when I can." You can take the money and that social crap and toss it right out the window," I retorted with a small smile. "I don't need your money and I settle social issues with a taser."A tiny smile that mirrored my own flitted across her face. "Well, if you're my wife, then guess what? My money and my social status are part of.