I lived on a small religious commune. That's right, I was a single guy living on a commune full of Holy Rollers. Pentecostals. You, know, the ones sin...ging in 'Tongues', prayer sessions every night, and yes, abstinence from sex. Not that I didn't like sex, I loved it. There just wasn't any single or available women at the commune. Our work schedules kept me from straying and 'getting into trouble'. One day a week, Saturday, we had the day off, and I spent many of those days wandering the harbor,. S. Supreme Court had recently ruled favorably on the unions, too. All she did was sputter some more. Right now that’s a work in progress. I haven’t even heard from my father on this. I can imagine he’s ballistic.”Dave asked, “What about Bobbie’s parents?”“Not an issue,” Maddy said. “They wished her joy and happiness, and pledged their support. I haven’t met them yet because they live in the south of France but we plan to go see them in the spring. I talked to them on the phone and they welcomed. And Europa, Oklahoma is about as far from the grandeur of the first three as anyone can get. It wasn't always this way. During the late 19th and the first half of the 20th century, the town boomed. Its central location made it a railroad hub, and industry and commerce thrived. That all dried up long ago. What is left now is just the shell, an echo of a time that is gone and not coming back.The glory days of Europa were over before Nicole, Serena, and Amy Hill were even born. Still, things have. She arrived to find her handsome young companion for the evening already seated. The ambience in the restaurant was as she’s hoped — intimate, quiet, elegant, and darkly lit. Tristan looked so boyishly handsome in his black blazer, stylish jeans, and v-neck shirt. He held the chair for her, obviously impressed with the way she looked. She smiled at him like a beaming mother and kissed him softly on the cheek. ‘You look … unbelievably beautiful, Auntie Doris’ he gushed. ‘Why thank you, kind.