I'm sure he was choosing his words carefully because of who he was talking to."There was a while there I didn't think I would. It was two weeks before...I said two words to her. She called me a dozen times, begged me to forgive her, said they had been drinking and got carried away. It didn't mean anything. Typical meaningless shit. I called my folks, told them what had happened. My dad told me to come up to Nashville. When I got there, Mom and Dad were there with Andre, Gaston and Philippe."Andre. She had on a long royal blue gown that showed off her figure but still looked elegant and tasteful. Her long blond, shining hair was kind'a bunched up on top of her head and had what looked like pearls wound around it. She wasn't wearing boots anymore, but some type of blue leather slipper that matched her gown. I don't know what, if any, type of makeup she had on but the sunburn she had acquired the last couple weeks was gone. She looked...delicious. Jasmine was a completely different person. " I do." Rachel replied from across the room.At that moment, you realized that nearly everyone at the partywas aware of this conversation and the trip down the hall youwere about to take. A quick glance at their amused faces onlyserved to confirm this."Wood?" I inquired."Oak." she replied happily, her eyes fixed on yours."Very solid, should be perfect! Top middle drawer beneaththe sink."As I took your wrist and hauled you away from the others,you tried not to notice their giddy laughter and. They needed a luxuriously equipped 2x4 motorhome with all the bells and whistles to enjoy the wild in absolute luxury. They were quick to explain that they had both recently come out of nasty divorces and their objective was to have fun and lose themselves in the bush. All possible, I thought. But two recently divorced women in their late thirties and a fifty year old male together on a personalized bush tour would not bode well with any of the larger tour companies. As I was an independent and.