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“Michael, do you promise to love, honor, cherish and respect David and Gail, obey David, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, when they are good and bad, for as long as your paths continue?”
He leaned into my leg, reaching out and brushing Gail’s arm softly. “Oh, fuck, man. As we were being let down, I heard the attendants saying that about a gallon of spooge drippings had been gathered and distributed to the bridesmaids. “So, I imagine that walking into our little site came as a bit of a shock.”
Davis sipped his coffee, his eyes taking in nearly every detail of the site. Bands matching her collar circled her ankles, small padlocks rattling as she took another step. She blinked, but still could not see anything. “Yeah. I motioned Mike to sit, at well before the salesman walked up. I sighed and shook my head before she walked away, pulling my dad along in her wake. I heard the start of her conversation before I walked out of earshot. I remembered him saying that as we fitted Mike’s cocktrap. After a chat with Felicia, though, she was “disqualified” because of her own recent pregnancy. I stopped again. You to lazy lovebirds slept all morning after keeping us up all night. That’s your name now. Gail started more coffee and brunch, while Mike and I sat down at the table, working out some logistics.
