I wake up abruptly and look around. That’s when I see this attractive blonde coming up from behind me in a pair of black spandex shorts and a white ...cami. As she ran passed me, I notice she was a little over five feet tall, 130-140 pounds, somewhere in there, not that it really mattered, good size breasts that bounced with her as she ran, pretty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, nice toned arms and calved, thick thighs, and this big, plump butt that jiggled like jello as she ran. I wanted. Be. Awesome." My. Wedding. Is being. A HEADACHE," I retort as I crash on the livingroom sofa with my BFF. "It's already been put back twice thanks to thedamned show-" -The damned show that's paid your bills for the last two years,"Charlotte says. "Go on." Ugh," I sigh. "When Stuart got down on one knee, I thought it was themost amazing, most romantic gesture humanly possible-" -And it is," Charlotte says."Booking and rebooking hotels and venues and caterers isn't my idea of'romantic'," I. ’ He raised an eyebrow at Ty. ‘You look familiar but I can’t place the face.’ ‘Tyrone Walker.’ Ty offered his hand. A look of recognition dawned in Andy’s eyes. ‘Angel Point’s own James Dean. Welcome home, prodigal son.’ Andy shook Ty’s hand. Then he gestured to John, or rather Steven Armstrong. ‘Dispatch said a man called this in. Was that you?’ Ty nodded. ‘Dispatch is plenty peeved with you for hanging up on them. What happened here?’ Ty went first. I was grateful to have to time to order my. While I was in the ensuite shaving, I could see Pat in the mirror. She was in the bedroom, naked. I took my time and watched her dressing.First, Pat stepped into a pair of black bikini panties. She had her back to me, and I admired her ass while she put the bra from the set on. Then came a surprise. Pat put a black garter belt on and then black stockings.I had always liked Pat in a garter belt and stockings, but she hadn't worn them for quite a while.Next was a black skirt. The skirt had a slit.