Chapter 23
You may kiss the bride wherever you want...
Noon, Wednesday, August 8th
Nakamura residence
Bobby....
Following the short civil ceremony, the governor kissed my incredibly sexy wonderful loving bride, shook my hand and wished us well.
"Lieutenant Osborne, if you need a position after getting out of the Marines, I can use a man like you who thinks on his feet, especially when it's all going south. Send your resume to my office when you can."
"Thank you, sir. I would be most grateful to talk with you."
The governor and his public relations staff stayed for some cake, had some photos taken with us and returned to the capitol building.
The bank officials, true to their word, had come prepared with the new account forms. A half-hour later, Sayomi was sore from signing her new name over and over.
I leaned over to her and whispered, "Make sure your other hand is not tired... We've got some celebrating to do later."
Instead of looking shocked, she covered her mouth and giggled like the young girl I now recognized lives in her mind, I presumed remembering the previous afternoon in the teahouse.
Misaki....
I watched Sayomi cover her mouth like a school girl and could only guess what Bobbi had said to her; I didn't know whether to laugh or cry; my daughter was finally happy and ready to start her life.
Only when the short ceremony was over did I realize the two sisters were nowhere to be seen. 'Good!' I unceremoniously thought about those two miserable women. Let them stay in their bedroom! Those witches!
Now, time to plan the real wedding with Sayomi and they can stay home for that one as well. Bob is so smart getting a civil ceremony to protect Sayomi and have her name changed without having to wait for a judge... this should shut those two up, hiding in their room like the cowards they are. He has brought good karma to us and Sayomi is so lucky to have found him.
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Later that afternoon
The tea-house love-nest
Sayomi....
I laid sideways on the futon, backed up against Bobby's chest, his chest hair tickling my body. He had pulled up my right leg and was trying to stick his dick back inside my dripping pussy, leaking with my fluids and his heavy, sticky semen.
He just got his right hand around his dick and edged it closer to my pussy pushing it so slowly.
"Trying to put it in the wrong hole, again, Bobbi?" I joked. "Go ahead, try it."
As soon as I had said it, I knew something was going to change for us if we did it, forever. Was that something I really wanted to do? I didn't know other than what I'd heard around the hospital when the other nurses would talk and not know I was listening.