And then I was in the foyer of the church with my daughter and her stepdad. And we were all smiling, and maybe a tiny bit nervous; or, maybe a lot ner...vous.I was actually happy.“And who gives this woman in marriage?” said the Baptist minister of 2nd Baptist Sanctuary Church.“I do,” said Carlton Hanson. I smiled at him, and I got a super sweet smile from my daughter. It was good day; yes, it was.The reception was posh and held at the Waterbury; well, where else.As it happened, I had met the groom. Silver mist sprung up, swirling into sixteen figures. Chasity, Karen, and the dead bodyguards. Even in death they served us. They appeared clad in shining, silver armor and wielding silvered weapons. Some had swords, others guns; excited grins graced their beautiful faces."Master!" Chasity greeted with a bow, her blue eyes twinkling with excitement, before she turned and threw herself into the fray. A silver-clad warrior, a Valkyrie, her blonde hair streaming behind her as she led her sisters. “I have to go and change, want to help me pick out my clothes?” Carrie asked as she slid from her chair and headed to the stairs. Marcia got up quickly and followed. Her eyes were glued to Carrie’s swaying hips as they went up the stairs. She had never imagined Carrie was bi like her, but it was a dream come true. “Hey,” Tracy called after them. “Where you going? The movie’s about to start.” “We’ll be down in a minute, Carrie spilled beer down her dress and I have to pee.” Marcia said as she. I had developed a problem in both lower legs that required treatment twice a day and as much elevation as possible between times. Since I lived alone and I could not under normal circumstances bend my legs enough to apply the treatment, I had to have help.My doctor had arranged for a visiting nurse to come to my house early each morning and in late afternoon or early evening to take care of applying the dressings. For the first three days, I had been visited by Lillian Sorensen, a brunette with.