I was to ride in the limo with mom to the church and I would be walking her down the aisle. My grandfather, mom’s dad, had passed on a few years ago..., so I got to do the honors. The wedding went great. Mom looked beautiful. It really was so good to see her this happy. Liz and I just ignored each other at the church and did the same at the reception. Don had booked a suite for him and mom in the hotel for the night. The next day they were flying out for a two week honeymoon. The reception was. She asked if I wanted to go straight to her house and hang out for an hour before they had to go, instead of hanging out at home. I figured, sure, why not? I got in the car and looking Mrs. Jenkins up and down. She was definitely in work clothes, but I’d figure I should ask if she was on her way home from work anyway. She responded yes with a gorgeous smile. Mrs. Jenkins was the women that every guy new the husband was too lucky. She wasn’t amazingly stunning, but definitely beautiful none the. I felt the tip hit theentrance to my cervix and yelled out with pain, butthat didn’t stop him ramming it in and out at anhorrendous rate and I became really frightened by theforce of it. My insides felt as if they were on fireand now I felt the swelling being forced in, he pushedand pushed at me, my mind was in turmoil with fear onthe one side and a mounting sexual desire on the other,but as I was stretched by it and slowly accommodatedthe monster, the desire finally won over. I knelt. Fully aware and confident. Beautiful! Cheers!” The three clinked glasses. Heather slumped. “Alright, I don’t get it,” she said. “You’re doing it again,” Ivan noticed. “Doing what?” she asked, confused. “Hiding yourself.” Heather looked down at herself. “What do you mean?” “Every time you’re not sure about a situation,” Ivan smiled, “you find something to hide behind. I noticed it at the shop.” “Ivan...” Sven interrupted. “I don’t mind.” Heather smiled, though she was slightly.