Only, her thoughts are in the form of 'I', as if thispart of her seemed as if it were not a part of her at all, but that ofsomeone of a different time... a different place, a different culture, evena different gender. Yet, at this moment, even in this little confusion,things also seem normal, seem right. These thoughts are part of her andat the same time seem to be residing somewhere outside of her. The manstands with his back to the rising moon and the young princesses facehim. The light. "Yeah, my parents are out of town this weekend." Hot damn!" thought Van. Aloud, he said, "Patty, I can give you a ride home. You should have told me, I would have picked you up." It's okay Van, I mean it's not like we're on a date or anything." What, I can't give my friend a ride? You know I'd do anything for you Patty," he said, trying to sound earnest and sincere."Thanks Van. Let's see how the weather goes — if it looks bad I might take you up on that."Van began praying for rain.They began. She knows it is related to the love she has for him, but more. It is a combination of feeling so safe in this place, mixed with the excitement of what they have ahead of them – even more than just a marriage. Emma, as she gets closer and closer to climaxing, realizes that she and Donald marrying was only part of what they now have together. They have this mutual endeavor ahead of them. Both so committed to making it a success, but together, hand in hand, the whole way.Donald has given her so. After a grueling five minutes I went to her room to thank her for her kind offer but that I would have to turn her down. When I knocked she said, enter. When I opened the door there on the bed was my daughter. She was wearing the neglig?that my wife had worn on our wedding night. It was white, it was long, and it was so sheer that it looked invisible. To top it off she looked just like my wife had looked on our wedding night. Her right leg was flat on the bed with her left knee up and her foot.