"Once you get this cleaned up I have another surprise for you," Trish saidwith a grin.I couldn't imagine what else she had in store. I began to clean...up thedishes and clear the table. When finished I headed into meet Trish justsitting with a wide smile across her face. She was sexy as hell in hersuit with just the right amount of cleavage making it's way out of thejacket."Oh your done. That's great. Come over here for a minute hun," Trishstood to meet me.We met in a kiss. Trish's hands. ' In quotes. The little mix-up in the days leading up to the ceremony? Yeah. That was because I canceled the preacher and hired some actor from Memphis to fly in and 'preside' at the 'wedding.' I told him it was an elaborate joke, and gave him a letter that indemnified him for working the gig. So you see, I never married the bitch. I figured that, later on, we'd do it for real with one of those 'renew our vows' things in Vegas or something on our first or fifth anniversary. If there ever was a. I wanted it so bad." She huggedtighter. "Was it okay?"Literally staggered by the whole thing, I dropped onto the couch. Shelet me go of course but looked at me hurt."Sweetheart. That was the most outrageous thing anyone ever did forme. Nobody ever..." Really? It was okay?" I actually threw my head back with the biggestlaugh I'd had in years. I started to tell her again but, instead, Imotioned her toward me and, when she knee walked onto the couch nextto me, I took her in my arms and pulled her. Angie and Naomi, emerged from the passenger terminal at terminal 5, Heathrow. They were both tanned, and looked a picture of health. Richard had paid for them to holiday on the Red Sea, in a very private villa. Neither girl had any white bits, Richard had been most insistent. Naomi finally got a signal on her iphone, and connected to her bank account. The cards had taken a hammering, and she needed to check her balance. “Fucking hell,” she said, wide eyed. “Over drawn then,” Angie said “what a.