Ch.1 Hot sex with a Hot Bridesmaid
"It's a shame Carrie isn't here, she would have loved this," Eli said to Carrie's brother Rob. Rob nodded solemnly.
Eli was enjoying the wedding more than he had expected even though it wasn't his cup of tea. The traditional wedding music had been replaced by contemporary rock music. A formal church service exchanged for an outdoor affair conducted by a new age priestess. However, the bride's gown was conventional, a simple flowing white dress that made Jennifer look angelic.
Carrie was supposed to be here. She was the favorite Aunt of Steven, the groom, and a loving presence in his life. Hers was the first name added to the wedding list. Eli was just the 'plus one' on the invitation, her husband.
Tragically, Eli's college sweetheart and wife of 25 years, Carrie, had been killed 5 months and 3 days ago in the tragic DC train accident. It was a body blow that he hadn't recovered from and he suspected he never would, but life goes on or so they say. Although for this 48 year old, life had lost its luster.
Today, he was standing beside his wife's brother as they watched the boy Rob had raised for 12 years enter into a holy matrimony before God, family and friends. Eli came in homage to Carrie because she would not have missed this wedding for the world.
Rob was relegated to by-stander status because he was not the groom's biological father and no longer part of the family. Rob and Steven's mother, Bridget, had been man and wife for 15 years, but they divorced 2 years ago.
Everyone said it was a shame that they divorced. Rob had loved and raised the two children Bridget brought into the marriage just the same as the son that he and Bridget had together. Rob's downfall began with an automobile accident. His severe injuries required surgery, physical therapy and painkillers. Unfortunately, he became addicted to the painkillers. This addiction overwhelmed him and eventually cost him his job, his wife and his family.
This was yet another blow to Bridget who had more than her share of tough breaks. Sister or Sis as she was called by her family was the eldest of four girls born into a strict, religious Irish Catholic family. All the girls rebelled against the tyrannical rule of their father. Bridget got knocked up by her hooligan boyfriend when she was 16. Bridget's dad was livid and he forced them to get married.
Bridget had the baby and Ernie, the newlywed husband, an 18 year old high school drop- out went to work as a construction laborer to support his young family. A second child, a daughter, soon joined the unhappy family.
Ernie's immaturity and lack of character doomed the marriage. Soon he was taking his frustrations out on Bridget with his fists. The beatings were so severe that eventually even a staunch supporter of the Church, like Bridget's father, allowed them to divorce.
At 18, Bridget was a divorced high school drop-out with 2 young children to care for. She struggled. She cared for her kids during the day and worked nights and week-ends as a waitress in a restaurant when her mother and sisters could look after the kids.
Rob was a regular at that establishment. Rob was a good man with a steady job and he became the answer to Bridget's prayers. Bridget was the girl of Rob's dreams. She was on the tall side at 5' 7", with red hair, hazel eyes, and pale white skin the kind that is prone to freckles. She had a pretty face and a good figure. Childbirth had been kind to her. She managed to keep her slim hips and waist, and breast feeding had affected her modest bosom in a good way changing her A cups into a full B's.
Rob was a good provider and a stabilizing force in the children's lives. He was Steven's father from age 2 until age 18. However, his name did not appear in today's program. He played no part in the ceremony. He watched his ex-wife sit in the front row as the mother of the groom. Ernie was introduced as Steven's dad. Rob, who did all the work raising Steven, took the slights stoically and watched his son get married. He left soon after the service.
The wedding and reception took place at the riverside home of the bride and groom. The weather could not have been more accommodating; it was a gorgeous sunny summer day.
The sun, heat and painful memories of Eli's lost bride had him frequenting the full bar. Eli was soon well medicated and in need of emptying his bladder. He entered the house and stood fourth in line for the bathroom.
One of the bridesmaids, who had also being imbibing heavily, stumbled into the room. She was a tiny thing, 5' 2", extremely skinny, definitely less than 100 pounds. Eli guessed that she was in her early 20's. She spoke a little too loudly as she announced to no one in particular,
"I...I've got to go to the bathroom."
She lurched into Eli. It was like a feather hitting an oak tree. Eli is 6' and 200 pounds; she didn't even cause him to sway. Eli caught her and held her steady as she regained her balance. Eli had the strong suspicion that she had nothing on under her light gray dress. He found that amusing.
"Nice catch Pops," she said with a giggle.
Eli caught the flash from a stone that pierced her nose and from a chunk of metal embedded in her tongue. She had multiple rings in each ear. Her red hair had a splash of blue in it and some daisies. "Par for the course, I guess these days," Eli thought to himself.
"No problem, flower girl." Eli said teasing her about her outlandish appearance and her tiny stature.
Eli had picked on the wrong girl. This one was slightly drunk and overly sensitive to comments that implied she was a kid. For as long as she could remember, she had been teased about being a kid because she had always been small, short and skinny.
"Hey! I'm not a kid," she shouted, "I'm 18 and a bridesmaid. Got it?" She put a hand on her hip and pointed the other at Eli while lecturing him adding, "Remember, you can't judge a book by its cover."
"My apologies, ma'am," Eli responded. He grinned thinking "This is a feisty one". He decided to continue to toy with her. "You've misunderstood me. I like your style. You're a real free spirit right? It reminds me of "The Summer of Love", 1967. San Francisco."
Eli saw a blank look on her face, 1967 was well before she was born. Eli tried to clarify his statement with a song.
