Darling old Martha was left in-charge and had done a good job so far, as her age and era of experience allowed. To put it simply, it was on the day of...the wedding that I was rudely introduced to ‘fashion’ , with my decolletage almost spilling out of the a-bit-too-tight whalebone corset. The wedding gown promised much more than the usual till-death-do-us-part. All in all I was mortified, but then again I seemed to be the only one who was. Martha thought I was an angel, and my father…well He was. It didn’t really stand up to any reasoning, but they went at me pretty hard with that theory.After I didn’t crack, they tried a variation of that, accusing me of shooting the lady Marshal. When that didn’t pan out they regrouped and tried to find a way to charge me with the various dead Russians. That they had a better case for, since I had in fact killed those men, but considering the circumstances I was confident any half-decent defense attorney would get me off if it came to a trial.I was. Just as he finished, Sarah returned. "It takes several hours for it to cure Sarah, why don't we go and have some dinner." They walked hand in hand to the cafe, and as usual spent most of their dinner hour looking into each others eyes. They had been to the diner many times, and Rosie the owner knew love when she saw it. These two, she thought to herself, were definitely in love with a capital L! When they returned to the lab, the molds had cured, and Curtis carefully peeled the latex form. .you do…..and l always have stronger orgasms, l suppose it’s just nerves now that we’ve actually made the decision to do it. You don’t think l’m too fat do you?”“Jesus Jane,” he laughed, “you’ve been asking that question for years, you are not fat you have a great figure, l’ve seen the way men look at you at the beach, bloody hell Jane we are both nearly fifty and you have the body of a thirty year old.”“My boobs are sagging,” she said.“Your tits are beautiful,” he replied, “of course they are.