Pre-wedding night jitters
She helped her friend and ended up helping herself
Stephanie Pierce lay on her stomach on the bed, legs in the air and hands beneath her chin. “How about this,” she said brightly, “Michael, your meat is so tasty; I have to own the franchise.” Her best friend Kyra laughed gaily. “Oh his mother would love hearing that one!” “How’s she going to hear it? It’s your vows.” “Yeah, but the Minister comes to dinner once a month! He and the mother-in-law are tight. Trust me, he wou...