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122. (Tuesday, December 17) Final Wedding Preparations
Julia held Sharon by her right arm as they toured the wedding facility. She wanted to make sure that Sharon did not feel like a fifth wheel, as she did when they were designing her wedding dress. If there was anything she wanted changed, now was the time to change it. There would be well over four hundred guests. Sharon didn't know anyone. Fred only invited a few friends from work. Julia and Jim Green filled out the guest list. It was a who's who of political heavyweights, and donors with deep pockets. Since the Attorney General had not announced his plans to run for the presidency, YET, all monies collected on his behalf, did not fall under the Election Rules of political candidates. The other Political Party could not cry foul, because it was all open, and above board. This was a wedding. It was announced in all the newspapers, all the venues were booked, and all the parties politicians, were as RED as their states on the political map.
Sharon, on the other hand, was overwhelmed by the opulence of everything she saw.
"Aunt Julia, this is too much for someone like me. You must've spent two fortunes creating this fairytale."
"Clark and I would have spent much more after what Fred did for us. This is a joyous occasion, not only for you, but for my husband and me. We will have many happy years together, because of his selfless act. I laugh when my husband tells me what he has planned for Fred's future."
"Should I laugh, also, or should I cry?"
"All I will tell you is to have your cameras ready to take pictures of Fred, when my husband makes the announcement. You will never see a funnier reaction from him in your entire life."
"I have seen some very funny reactions from Fred lately. You will have to go very far to beat them."
"Believe me Sharon, whatever you have seen will pale into insignificance. Try not to laugh when you see his reaction, because it will be all over the news."
"Aunt Julia, now you have me frightened."
"Don't be frightened; you and your girls may pee in your pants by the look on his face. So wear skirts or dresses, but make sure to take lots of pictures."
"Maybe I should wear the incontinence underwear that day. I wouldn't want to make a puddle on the floor."
"I think that's an excellent idea."
Their next stop was the Washington National Cathedral. Although Sharon had been here once before, she was still in awe of the massive building.
Julia explained to her where all the flowers would be, and it tempted to tell her how all the guests of honor would be seated. She did not tell her the President and his wife, Virginia, would be attending. She knew it would be too much for her to handle.
Clark would walk her down the aisle, then transfer to be at Fred's side as his best man. She would step up as her matron of honor, and her daughters and Sondra would be her maids of honor. Michael Free; and four of Fred's co-workers would be his groomsmen.
The President would enter from the Cathedrals' vestibule, unannounced, when the bridal march began. He and his wife would take the first two seats in the left row, and stand quietly as Sharon walked down the aisle.
Fred was to be looking down the aisle at his bride. However, he would have a clear view of the President. It would be interesting to see his reaction. Michael Free had been warned of the Presidents' presence. He was told to be sure Fred didn't fall on his face. It might ruin his entire day.
When she returned home later that evening, Fred had that look in his eyes.
"Please Fred, not tonight, I have a headache."
He laughed. "Dear, that is the oldest line in the book."
"Fred, I've really do have a headache. I have been with my aunt all day going over everything from the church to the dining venue, to the hotel. Everything was so lavish, and over the top, I was barely able to drive home."
He picked her up, carried her up stairs, and lay her down on their bed. He brought her two extra strength acetaminophen tablets, and a glass of water. He made sure she took them.
He undressed her from head to foot and turned her over onto her stomach. He straddled her hips, poured oil onto her shoulders, and began to give her a soothing deep massage. He started with her neck, just below her ears, worked down her trapezius muscles, and down her spine.
Soon, she started to moan, and move her hips under him.
He said, "NO. This is for you. Relax; I want to put you to sleep. You've had a very trying day. I want you to sleep."
"Fred, sometimes you are a bastard; other times, you are a true gentleman."
As he continued giving her the massage, he whispered, "Which one in my being now?"
"You don't want to know the answer to that question, you might spank me."
"It would be my pleasure, dear."
"Yes, I know, that's why I'm not telling you. I love your hands Fred. I love all of you."
As she began the telltale signs of dozing off, he slipped a nightgown over her arms and head, turned her over onto her back, and covered her with their comforter.
"Sleep, my beloved, I will take care of everything else." He kissed her gently, left their room quietly, and closed the door.
123. (Wednesday, December 18) A Little Surprise
Patty and Stephano were on their way to Washington in the helicopter for the multiple reasons of: Seeing Melody and Harmony; finding out who the mole was at the FBI; and the Hastings wedding on Saturday. Their schedule was full.
Patty made it a little fuller, when she said she wanted to stop and see her father and Jemma, before continuing on to Washington.
Much to her surprise, Stephano thought it was a good idea.
Suddenly, she felt there was something wrong with this plan. Stephano never agreed with her this quickly over a change in plans. She decided to test him.
"Steph, I think our schedule is a little too tight for stop in New York. What do you think?"
"Honey, if you want to see your dad, see your dad. If you want to go straight to Washington, let's go to Washington. I have no objections to either plan." He went back to reading his magazine, and showed no emotion at all.
"Okay, let's stop at New York for a few hours. I can see the girls tonight, and start work at the FBI in the morning."
He looked at her and said, "If you're sure that's what you want to do, I'll go along with it. Just tell Rita and Paul so they can change their flight plan. Do you want your dad to pick us up, or should we take a taxi? If he picks us up we can spend more time together, instead of traveling up to 85
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Again, she could not read anything into what he said. She would kill him if he was lying to her, and someone sprung a trap on her, when they landed.