..will you do me the honor of being my wife?” With tears streaming down her face she nodded and said, “yes...yes, I would be honored to be your wi...e.” With that, I slipped the ring on her finger, stood up, and kissed for the first time as an engaged couple. The next few months went by so fast, with wedding planning and work, it seemed like we hardly had a moment's rest. We finally settled on a date in May the following year, we were fortunate that the day of my mom's birthday happened to fall. I had to force my arms to rotate the steering wheel. Driving, which has become almost automatic, became a laborious process, just like the first days in driving school. Even turning my head to look before changing lanes was a physical effort. It wasn't hard, it just required a conscious control over everything.I couldn't decide if I was impatient to get to my destination so that I could hold my girlfriends in my arms and comfort them, or dreading arriving there and removing all possible doubt. Of my insecurity. This insecurity never completely faded away as I often had students whose breasts were much larger than mine. My breasts were a constant reminder of my imperfections.I married a fellow teacher, and I would have lived happily ever after if my husband hadn't died last winter in a drinking and driving accident (no he was sober, it was some rich kid running a red light that hit him).I was left a widow with two teenage daughters, one eighteen and in grade twelve, the other sixteen. He went down with a scream. I stepped to the right as the one holding Christina's arm turned back to face me. I drove three fingers into his larynx. He collapsed. "Run!" I told Christina as I turned to face the other two.The one on my left lunged at me and I grabbed his wrist and pulled across my body and he went flying by. The other had pulled a knife and I did not want to get cut. I was reaching to pull my belt off when I heard, "Freeze! Police!"The one with the knife started to take a step.