See you tomorrow at school?" Yeah," she said."Bye Amber," I said."Bye Christina," she said."Chrissy," I corrected. "My friends call my Chrissy."* * *...When I got home, I wasn't feeling well. Maybe that nervousness thismorning did a number on me. I was very uncomfortable. Not hollow likelast night. Quite the opposite. Maybe last night's late-night-dinner didnot sit well with me?It only got worse as we watched the Giants game. I'm sure there's a jokein there about the Giants game-play making. “Seriously, that guy has some pull. The orders are official, but no name or source.”“That’s how they work,” I nodded. “He obviously hasn’t got an official job here yet or that’s what you’d see.”“Oh yes, you mentioned that you know a couple,” Torun added.“Yes, Uncle Herrick and Aunt Vilgra,” I replied. “Also Aunt Taisha will be taking bureaucratic oversight of the Troubleshooters when she finishes here.”“Wow, am I so glad I got to know you,” Torun giggled.“It won’t help you get nobility status,”. Peeking through closed eyes, I notice he’s very tanned and wears only swimming trunks. He watches, and as he watches me sleeping he gets excited. I can see the outline of his cock through his bathing trunks, and I hope he doesn’t notice that my nipples stiffen in immediate arousal. I should be feeling concerned, apprehensive, but all I can think about is the heat of passion coursing through my veins. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol, the sun, or the novel, but all have contrived to turn my body. ‘Mom can fill you in,’ she said as she continued down the hall. ***** The organist started to play the wedding march but stopped in mid note as it dawned on her that the bride was barefooted and had her dress hiked up to mid thigh. The dark glare that Betty was giving her was a second clue that something was wrong. Betty marched down toward the front of the church, her eyes locked dead ahead. The brides maids were there, the best man was there but Brad and Karen were not there. Her eyes locked.