" Just don' make it taffeta. I had to do that when I was younger, an' I hated it. Anyway, I'll make flight reservations an' see you the day of the wed...ing. I figure I can catch the early mornin' flight an' get there about 8:00 or 8:30." You'll beat me," Devlin said. "I'll send you directions and everything. And the dress." What's it look like?" It's a white satin sheath." Well okay, then. White satin I can do. I'll see you then."Mary was as good as her word. She greeted Devlin at the door of. Sharn shook himself. "Not sure why I am paying attention to the layout of the city hereabouts today. Unless it is because Samantia was right. I was never supposed to have lived to see this day and this was the district that was supposed to be my undoing."With a sigh, he nudged Raisa into a canter, quickly riding through the warehouses and boarded up buildings to arrive at the compound. The guards on duty gave him a big smile as they passed him through. Sharn was heading towards the stables when. She slapped herself on her fine, firm, mostly naked butt. “You’re looking at the ass that’s launched a thousand loads, Dave; hell, probably several thousand at this point, and since I got these titties I can make an extra twenty-five or thirty dollars a pop on all the guys that want to come on my tits while I’m jerking them off.” She laughed. “That’s an extra charge – an upgrade, I guess, and I can understand why guys like to see themselves come on my tits! I really like watching and feeling. Lucille," I said trying my best not to sound like a spoiled city boy. "This here is my son, Morgan Jr." "But, everyone calls me, Memo." Morgan Jr. was seventeen years old and looked like his father's clone. His mannerisms mimicked his father's right down to the handshake. "This is Sophia and Julia." The twin girls, age, ten, gave me smiles. They had on matching overalls, Sophia with a pink bow and Julia with a yellow one. "Last, but surely, not least, is Sondra." I could tell by the way.