I Touch The Fire

Two years of planning and six years of digging my claw (just one) ever deeper. The day was beautiful. The presents were amazing.* The alcohol flowed. It was everything I could have asked for and more. The DJ was a little crappy at times, like when he played country music during dinner and he had no Frank Sinatra. I mean really, who prepares for a wedding and has no Frank Sinatra?

It was the best ever. We even had sex that night. I was really, really tired, but how could I deny her on my wedding night? She had helped me out of my corset and I owed her the world for that. Suddenly I could breathe, eat, and bend over. All of which, as you may know, are not only essential for life but also for sex.

I didn't think life could get any better than this:

But now I realize that life can always get better. Always.


For instance, this is now a dream fulfilled:

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*If you got us the martini glasses (etc.) then please, please contact us. We have no idea who they are from.