The church service made me cry – well the groom’s mother is supposed to isn’t she? And the reception was pretty good too – short interesting s...peeches, good food and lots and lots of wine. And it was the latter that brought about the chain of events which ultimately led me to an unbelievable life changing experience!The reception came to an end about four o’clock and then we had that awful gap of 2-3 hours before the evening disco. Everyone was quite drunk and grateful for the chance to slip. One of them says something like; "so that's what you like" and puts his hand on my ass. I am unable to react, still looking a the screen. The others see there no reaction, so they start touching me as well. I feel their hands rubbing over my clothing and some have already started to open my blouse and trousers. I realize I'm being raped but I can't do anything else then look at the pictures of me on the screen. I feel hands sliding over my ass, my thighs, my stomach, my breasts. But it seems. Grace decided to keep it simple and when the waiter returned she just ordered a small portion of spaghetti with rich meat sauce with a side salad. Leon looked a little relieved and ordered the same.There was a commotion in the kitchen and a short man in an apron with a large belly pushed his way out of the kitchen. Leon's face paled as the man headed in their direction. "Shit! He wasn't supposed to be in tonight."The man walked up to the table and stared down at Leon who was beginning to. It wasn’t so much a passionate kiss as a … what? … a loving one? It was getting cool. I suggested we climb down to the cove, take a quick swim and go back to my place to warm up. He stood up without answering and started walking down the trail. I followed. When he came to his shoes he put them on, but he didn’t bother putting on his clothes, and so I didn’t either. I watched the muscles in his legs working as he picked his way downward, and found myself admiring his broad shoulders and arms.