I was wearing a full-length, cream silk dress with a tight bodice and straight skirt. My hair was a lot longer by now and Ramon arranged for a hairdr...sser to come in that morning. By the time he had finished, my hair was teased into a very elaborate arrangement and decorated with flowers. When we got to the house, I found the other two bridesmaids and bride were already there. We were put away in a room on our own while the guests got drunk waiting for the ceremony to start. They told me all. . . Oh yeah! . . . " I interrupt myself to moan, as Lina finds a particularly good spot. When I regain my composure, I continue in a breathy voice, ". . . ignoring . . . poor . . ." A sharp intake of breath, then a moan from Lina, as I find the same spot on her. ". . . poor . . . John." "Yes, . . . poor John. . . . Come here . . baby," Lina says, just as breathless as I am. "It's about time you two noticed me," John says playfully. He gets up and brings his cock close enough for us both to lick. I don't make mistakes with numbers.Perhaps I am going mad.THEY ARE 10 HOURS OVERDUE.9.754571428571429 to be more exact.And I have been out of touch with Arti for more than 20 hours. I do not know Zeus' condition. When I heard from them last, Zeus was laid out over the table in the 'operating suite' with the doctor from the submarine and a pediatric surgeon cutting his head open. I have since come to discover that the 'operating suite' on a submarine is just the wardroom. An office for heaven's. Well, unless he’d left messages on my mobile phone, of course. I hadn’t managed to summon up the courage to switch it back on. But he hadn’t come to the shop or shown up at my place after work. Instead, after that first night when the phone wouldn’t stop ringing—and for all I knew, that hadn’t been Drew calling anyway, just a drunk who’d dialled a wrong number—my house had seemed eerily silent in the evenings. Though why on earth had I expected otherwise? I’d stormed out on him, hadn’t I? Why.