Chapter 23

Next summer...

“Do you, Damien, take this woman, Cassidy, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?” Lacey, formerly Sister Lacey, now an ordained minister in her own right, asked Damien.

“I do,” Damien grinned as he took the plunge with Cassidy.

“Do you, Cassidy, take this man, Damien, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?” Lacey turned to Cassidy now.

“I do,” Cassidy showed all of her teeth and dimples in her smile right then.

“Then, by the power vested in me by the State of Tennessee, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” Lacey winked at the couple as she pronounced them legally wed.

Cassidy didn’t wait for Damien on this occasion. She just grabbed him and gave him a lip lock that tasted very much of his own sister, Stephanie, and more particularly of Steph’s ass. She wanted him to know that she had rimmed her new sister-in-law, particularly since she knew that her bridegroom enjoyed the flavors of Stephanie’s butt. His almost instant bulge spoke volumes, of course.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Damien Martin,” Lacey then announced the newlywed couple.

There was very loud applause to that, just as there was to the next couple getting hitched.

“Do you, Eric, take this woman, Maryam, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?” Lacey continued after the rings were exchanged.

“I do.”

Eric smiled at the idea that he had his pretty Middle Eastern bride of his very own fantasies ... something about Middle Eastern women really excited him.

“Do you, Maryam, take this man, Eric, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, honor, and obey, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?” Lacey persisted, of course.

“I do.”

Maryam bit her lower lip as she thought about Eric’s promise to sodomize her on their wedding night ... oh, she loved sodomy, not being a good Muslim girl and all. After all, a good Muslim girl wouldn’t have married two infidels in a row and with a former nun instead of an imam officiating the wedding. That ship had sailed some time ago. She hadn’t even raised her daughters to be Muslims at all. Maryam was as bad of a lapsed Muslim girl as one got, she supposed, but she didn’t care. She would rather burn in Hell than conform to things that would never make her feel alive inside.

“Then, by the power vested in me by the State of Tennessee, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” Lacey kept up the good work.

“Promise to bugger me tonight?” Maryam asked Eric as they kissed.

“Definitely,” Eric repeated his oath.

“Good, because I love it in the ass,” Maryam whispered, “and don’t even try to tell me that my olive-skinned booty doesn’t excite you. We both know better than that. You love that I’m Middle Eastern, don’t you?”

“God, yes!” Eric confirmed what they both already knew for a fact.

After Lacey announced them, it was Tammy’s turn, as she was due to get hitched to Bert.

“Do you, Bert, take this woman, Tammy, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, to love, cherish, and protect, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, in poverty and in wealth, for as long as you both shall live?” Lacey now inquired of Bert.