Free Blogger: BIG TIT PATROL - BIGTITPATROL bright yellow hair and pert features were an echo of what Dianne must have looked like when she was young. I had seen pictures of my mother-in-law as she had looked thirty years ago, when she was only 31 herself, and she and my wife could have been identical sisters. Now, smile lines next to her mouth and wrinkles next to her eyes, I imagined Dianne as an older version of my wife. The face that I would wake up to for years to come.
"He's her son, too,' Dianne said. "She has just as much right as I do to be here tonight."
I looked around the room at the guests. Dan and his fiance sat in the middle, groups of people swarming about them to congratulate them on their upcoming wedding. It was late in the party and I had already given my congratulations. Standing up, I offered Dianne my arm.
"May I escort you home, madam?" I asked politely, smiling at Dianne.
"Oh, would you mind?" Dianne asked, her dark eyes twinkling, her lips turning upwards in a smile.
"Not at all," I said honestly. "My back is a bit sore from this morning, and I would like to go lay down." I had spent the first part of the day in this very room with a few of Dan's other grooms men, moving tables and hanging decorations for our friends pre-wedding party. The wedding itself wouldn't be until the next afternoon, but I was already tired of all the people gathered there for the occasion.
