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Subject: {ASSM} Beggars Can't Be... part 17 final {Gamera} (no sex)
Date: Thu, 11 Jul 2002 04:10:03 -0400
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                         Disclaimer

This is piece of fiction.  Any imagined resemblance to
people living or deceased is either the result of dementia
on the reader's part or that the reader is, in fact, a
character of this story.   It is assumed that readers of
this story have the permission of the state, mom, dad, and
pastor and are able to tell the difference between real and
make-believe.  Furthermore, the writer is fully aware that
he is bound for hell, but welcomes both praise or/and well
thought out, humourous insults on his writing skill.  Note:
he already knows he cannot spell 'warth shet'.

The events and descriptions of this story are the sole
property of Kenny N Gamera and should not be recorded,
reposted, or profited from in anyway without express
written permission of the person hiding behind that pen
name. Reposting and free archiving will be tolerated given
the writer's name and address remains attached.  Archiving
by Deja.Com and ASSTR/ASSM is assumed and encouraged.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/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 nonotheless doomed attempt
at standing still.  "Organ music always makes me dance."

   "Hold still, your tie is crooked."

   "Yes'em."

   I held still for something approaching a moment, and she
got my tie straightened.  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."

   With a goofy grin plastered all over my face, I shook my
head (half to clear it and half in disbelief at the
conversation) and asked, "you ever think that we'd reach
this point."

   "Right from the very start."

   The organist switched to the pomp, and the bride entered
the doorway.  We stood in silence for a moment looking down
the aisle.  Holding her bouquet so tightly that her
knuckles were white, the bride waited for the march proper
to start.  Once it began, she took the first step down the
aisle.

   "Here she comes.  Isn't she beautiful?"

   "White suits her very well."

   "It does."  A sigh.  "I can't wait for tonight."

   "Steady."

   "Well, I can't."

   "You're going to have to."

   Dressed in a formal uniform, Sherry held the bride's arm
and escorted her down the aisle. Her expression had the
solumness of a person filled with pride.  Still, I could
see the twinkle in her eyes and the slight curl upward at
the corners of her mouth. I decided to use her as a
distraction.

   "Sherry looks nice in full dress."

   "I like how all the medals draw attention to her chest."

   I had been surprised at the number of decorations that
she wore.  She would only explain one that she won for
marksmanship.  The rest were a mystery to everyone.

   "Brat."

   "C'est moi."  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."

   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.  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.

   "Damn, that's a long aisle."

   "All the better for showing off."

   "God, she's hot in that dress."

   "It is summer and she has on a lot of material."

   "That's not what I mean.  God, I want this over with."

   "Steady."

   "But I want her so bad."

   Sherry and the bride neared the front and passed Jenny's
cheerleaders, who giggled quietly but gleefully.  With them
were what I had found out to be the chess club, who sat as
if they hadn't the first clue about what was happening.
They passed the families.  They passed the first pews and
stepped to the immediate front of the alter.

   "You'll get her."  I took hold of her hand and squeezed
it.  "But not until the proper time."

   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 sweet little
bigamist."  I 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.  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.

   Hand in hand, they stood together 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.  I would never
admit to this; Kim was extremely serious about it, but even
Jenny appeared to be mildly assumed by it in a way that she
would never explain.

   After a short ceremony, 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.
Eventually the two of them came up for air.

   The small group watching, Sherry, and I clapped.  The
two stood there and blushed until the organist played the
appropriate pomp on her keyboard.  With this cue, they
retreated out of the church, their faces still bright red.

   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 our occupation, especially when they found that they
were invited.  We had staked out 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, but Jenny argued
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
after the priestess had said a few words over the chicken
and ribs.  He had suggested that I might grill cheese
sandwiches if a burnt offering was necessary.  The rest was
potluck.

   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 had 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
danced 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, where the trees grew
closer together.  I went back to the reception before they
noticed me.  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 wrote 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, denny, Jay, Jon, Jerry, James,
Ray, Robert, Doug, Morgan, Lord Shon, William, Pedro,
Hopeless Romantic, Tyg, Jimmy Bot, Jacobin, and Ol' Doc
Fudd's Miracle Penis Enlarger and Viagra Substitute.  I
hope you found it worth all the bother.

Kenny

                    Coming Eventually:
              T'aint All Beer and Skittles...

   Starring: Jenny, Sherry, Kimmy, Charlie Hitler,...and
that Kenny guy too...I guess.

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