‘Anita?’ he called out. No response. ‘ANITA?!’ he tried again, louder this time. Still no answer. Paul grunted, fought again to stand up, and ...huffled towards the guest bedroom. It was empty and, moreover, looked to have been completely cleaned out. Confused, he searched the rest of the house. It was a laborious process, shackled as he was, but he eventually completed it. There was no sign of Anita or her son anywhere. Even worse, the rest of his house was like his living room: completely. She stopped when she realised how stiff Yvonne was."That's OK. You should be happy," Yvonne assured her."Never been a bridesmaid?" Shawna asked, and Yvonne merely shrugged and shook her head."That was all three of you," Marcus pointed out."What?" Hope and Yvonne said it at the same time, turning to face him."All three of you. Ally wants us all to go down in two weeks time for fittings."Yvonne couldn't seem to find words, her mouth opening and closing silently. Hope gently wrapped her in a hug,. Most of the single men were looking at magazines and rental movies.Sensing her nervousness, we joined the other couples in the rather tame section containing lotion, novelties and cards. Before long we boldly moved to the section containing the vibrators and dildos were she marveled at the variety of designs and sizes. It was incredibly erotic watching Sara in front of so many strangers examining the large rubber dildos. By the look in her eyes and deep concentration, I could only imagine what. Above, the cloudless dome of the sky is darkening from blue to inky black.The stars are coming out. Not the paint-speckle you see in the city, but a deep ocean, swirling with luminescent algae. The milky way isn't a pale smudge on a beige canvas, but a full river of stars sweeping from horizon to horizon."It's beautiful, isn't it?" says Isabella from my elbow.I push my glass towards her to refill."Magnificent, yet not so magnificent as this Tokaji." This is one of your husband's favourites too..