The next 48hours were a blur to me. I know I was woken up every so often by Marie. She'd give me another vicodin and help me to the bathroom so I cou...ldrelieve myself. When I was awake, I was very fatigued and disoriented.It was hard to tell what was real and what was a dream. Eventually, I started to wake up on my own. My head was slowly clearing.I wasn't sure I had been out. As the fog in my head lifted, I becameaware of some soreness in my chest. It didn't take me long to figure. She rumaged for clothes, and then took them into the bathroom with her. She dressed, sliding her legs into a pair of skimpy panties, nylon, lacy. She pulled on a light sweater, then a skirt. After brushing her hair, she returned to the bedroom. Johnny had covered his cock and balls, and sat on the small stool in front of her mirror. For a moment, Peggy stood behind her son, her hands on his shoulders, looking at him in the mirror. Her son grinned at her reflection. It wasn't a lewd grin,. After we finished, we were sent back to our bedroom to dress a little better and more formally. We sobered up realizing why. We did and came out to receive approvals from both Claire and Doris. They escorted us to church. Abe, Alan, and Amos met us there. Amos escorted us to a small room that I didn't know existed. It was usually the bride's room, which explains why I hadn't known about it. We sat together and Abe, George, and his wives sat with us. Angela and Claire began the music leading the. She felt a moment of disorientation as she wondered if this was the pizza getting here, but she remembered as she opened the door that she hadn’t actually ordered it yet, besides, the woman at the door was definitely no delivery driver. Internally, she groaned at the sight of the sharply dressed woman with her blonde hair pulled back into an immaculate bun. *Not another one*, she thought. Three days before the election, and it seemed like they were showing up on an hourly basis now. Betsy.