The surgeon was and is concerned about your lung. Rehab won’t be fun butt you should return to full strength.”I nodded. I looked at Agnes. “What... about the wedding?”“Eric, the wedding can wait or we’ll have it here.”I smiled slowly. “Most everyone is here. Let’s have it here. Agnes, I want to be married and to you. I love you.”It took an hour or so but everyone gathered. I was wheeled into the chapel and was admonished by a doctor and two nurses to take things easy. Dad was on the phone and. We both knew I'd be napping about fiveminutes after our daughter went to sleep. It took much more than fiveminutes to fall asleep but only because I was fixated on the club. Iwas incredibly excited. I hadn't been to a gay club in almost tenyears. When younger, I'd always considered myself bisexual, oncemarried, my outlet for these desires were buddy booths andmasturbation. Most times in the booths I would only go for jacking offthe stranger, a few times I'd blown the guy, and once I'd. Which is also kind of a dumb thing for me to tell you,since everyone always told me that you already know if kids have beengood or not. You're supposed to have this magic naughty or nice listwith everybody's name on it. Or maybe that's just a way for you todouble check to see if we really are naughty or nice after we tell you inthese letters if we've been good or bad. I don't know. Anyway, I guessthe bottom line is that I don't know if I've been good or bad. Andthat's kind of the real. The dress fit her like a glove, and it only came down to mid-thigh. When she sat down, Gerald saw that it rode up high enough for him to wonder if she had on any underwear at all.Fortunately for Gerald, the wait wasn't very long. The man who came out to greet them looked to be in his late thirties and seemed very professional."Good morning! I'm Larry Richards. I'm the Promotions Manager. You must be Miranda Peters." Yes!" Miranda said, cheerfully. "And this is my father."Richards seemed.