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Thank You and Good Day, Kenny N Gamera turtlemeat69@hotmail.com ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Gamera ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Gamera/Beggars_Can't_Be Beggars Can't Be... Part 17 The Rather Dull, Inaction Packed Conclusion by Kenny N Gamera "Nervous?" "Nope." I made an honest but doomed attempt at standing still. "Organ music always makes me dance." "Hold still, your tie is crooked." "Yes'em." I held still, and she straightened my tie. Then, she brushed a little dander from the shoulder of my jacket. "You look nice in a tuxedo." "Thank you." "Well you do. We should dress you up more often." "You'll get at least one other chance after this." "Mmmmmm! I can hardly wait for that, but I think we ought to find other excuses." I shook my head with a goofy grin plastered all over it. "You ever think that we'd reach this point," I asked. "Right from the very start." The organist switched to the pomp, and the bride entered the doorway. "Here she comes. Isn't she beautiful?" "White suits her very well." "It does." She sighed. "I can't wait for tonight." "Steady, girl." "Well, I can't." "You're going to have to." I decided to distract her. "Sherry looks nice in full dress." "I like how all the medals draw attention to her chest." "Brat." "Yes, I am." She looked up to me. "She does have nice tits though." "They're pleasant enough," I said, refusing to take the bait like the wily old veteran I hoped to someday become. "More than, Mr. Gamera." She sighed. "Damn, that's a long aisle." "All the better to show off." "God, she's hot in that dress." "Steady, girl." "But I want her so bad." "You'll get her." I reached for her hand and squeezed it. "But not until the proper time." I scanned the near empty church; my parents sat on the groom's side; Kim's of course were on the bride's side. My sisters were there as well, with their husbands. My family had a slightly dazed look but otherwise smiled. They were happy but confused. Much like me, but in their own way and for their own reasons. And if their confusion were greater than mine, so was their happiness at being proved right at last that I would find someone. A few others that we knew sat here and there, mostly along the aisle. Everyone faced towards the back, except for those that the Sherry and her charge had passed. Those had all turned to watch the pair progress closer to the altar where we waited. The bride and Sherry neared the front and passed Jenny's cheerleaders, who giggled quietly but gleefully. With them were what I found out was the chess club, who sat as if they hadn't the first clue about what was happening. They passed the families. The passed the first pews and stepped to the immediate front of the alter. I looked at Kim. A broken beam of light from a hole in the roof surrounded her for an instant. She had never seemed more lovely than she did that summer day. I turned away from the bride and to her lovely groom standing next to me. "You are a very lucky woman, Jenny Smith." "Yes, I am." She gave my hand a squeeze before releasing it. "You're my next, you know." "We'll worry about that latter, my future bigamist." I reached around and kissed her cheek. "Now, get married." In front of friends and family, in an abandoned church, with me at her side as best man, Jenny Smith received Kim Wright from Officer Sherry Michaels. Together, hand in hand, they stood before a woman dressed in a flowing white shift and flowers. I was told that she was a practicing priestess in a pagan religion that I would add a mental "weird" in front of to modify. Kim was extremely serious about it, but even Jenny appeared to be assumed by it in a way that she would never explain. Sherry gave Kim's hand to Jenny who took it in a firm grasp. Sherry clasped their joined hands with both of hers and lifted them to her lips. She gently kissed their intertwined fingers. Lowering her hands and releasing them, she stepped away to her place in the foremost pew, next to Kim's mother. I saw a tear run down her cheek as she passed me. Soon, they were announced to the world as women and wives. Jenny lifted Kim's veil and leaned over to kiss the woman with whom I would share her now and forever. I stood and watched comfortably, even as their kiss passed through the truly necessary time and into something approaching enough already. Sherry looked at me with a sly smirk from the front pew. I shrugged at her. We all waited and eventually the two of them came up for air. The small group watching, Sherry, and I clapped. The two blushed as the organist played the pomp again on her keyboard. With this cue, they retreated out of the church. We held the reception in at the State Park campground. We rented a corner's worth of the sites and had taken over a chunk of the adjoining picnic area. It was a weekday during a slow part of the summer, so no one complained about the occupation, especially when they found that they were invited. It was an open woody area with mostly pines of some sort or another, which the cheerleaders had decorated with white flowers strung into garlands. The priestess had wanted a sacrifice Jenny had thought that it wouldn't be necessary and that the goddess would understand with it being the twentieth century and all. It had been the only disagreement during the planning stage. We had settled on a barbecue that my father took care of. He did suggest that I might grill cheese sandwiches if a burnt offering was necessary. The rest was pot luck. My father jokingly complained about the lack of booze, but hey...he should've thought of that before the grilled cheese thing. Besides the cheerleaders kept him busy on the area we reserved for dancing. I danced with the groom, the bride, the mother of the bride, and the mother's of the bride girlfriend. The latter two pronounced me as being "okay for a guy." I blushed. My mother got along surprisingly well, spending a good deal of time with the priestess discussing gardening. My brothers in law talked hockey with Teresa's husband and Julio. I caught one of my sisters slow dancing with Sherry. The chess club got drinks for the cheerleaders and got a dance or two with either the girls or Teresa. Jenny and Kim? As I wrote, I had danced with each of them, but they had disappeared very early on. Well, I went looking for them. They were together in the woods. I went back to the reception. Let's just say that I find closets uncomfortable and leave it at that. A Special Thank You and Good Day To all of those who bothered to write about this story over the last two years, thanks. Specifically and in no real order (and this should be everyone): Katie, Pat, "Julie," celia, Souvie, Virago Blue, Rui, Jay, Jon, Jerry, James, Ray, Robert, Doug, Morgan, Lord Shon, William, Pedro, denny, Hopeless Romantic, Jacobin, and Ol' Doc Fudd's Miracle Penis Enlarger and Viagra Substitute. I hope you found it worth the bother. Kenny Coming Eventually: T'aint All Beer and Skittles... Starring: Jenny, Sherry, Kimmy, Charlie Hitler,...and that Kenny guy too...I guess.