“Come on, Leon! This is the fourth time that we are postponing this, all because of your schedule again. Come on!" I fume at this ever-busy, soon-to-be husband of mine. Well, that is, if this damn wedding will actually find favor in the eyes of the gods and push through. I actually wish it did because I have invested more than just love in it. I have done even the impossible to make this work. Things that my dad would kill me for if ever he learned about them. Cross my heart with the hope that he will never. The things we do for love are a topic for another day.What I would like to understand is why this guy seems to be drifting slowly away from this marriage thing. I mean, he should be as committed as I am, right? Why is it beginning to feel like I am the only one interested in this wedding?“You know how important my work is, don’t you?” Leon's voice comes through the line.The same old excuse I have heard for weeks. And for God's sake, what is not important? Me? Are we tying the

In my bewilderment, or is it simply as a result of how Joe's eyes were holding mine, I didn't realize the door opening until some erotic voices and sinful moans and breathings snapped me.My eyes shoot through the open door and into the small room. They brush through the pieces of discarded clothes and shoes on the floor as they trace the bed where the salacious blusters are coming from.Unfortunately for me, it is not just my ears that are getting irritated, but my eyes turn sore after seeing the most abominable sin. From the rhythmic dance of their lower parts of the body as they meet each other halfway on pleasure to their heavy breaths and deep meets of satisfaction.I saw utter darkness for a moment.I would have asked Joe why he brought me to watch porn of all the things in the world, but that question twirled around the tip of my tongue after hearingkening to a very familiar voice."Ooh, baby! This is why I prefer you a million times more than that workaholic fool in Montana! Y