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The Wedding Date By Jena Corso Edited by Angela Meyers Chapter Three Mrs. Baxter called out to her staff now as over they came and then she introduced them to Lee. As she began spewing a series of commands in Spanish, the three women didn't say much, mostly nodding and then she turned, patting him on the back. "Wait," said Lee, grabbing her arm. "But I don't know any Spanish?" "Neither do the children you'll be watching," laughed Rita. "Now you're not here to gossip with my help, you're here to help out with the kids. You don't need to understand what they're saying to be shown what to do. They understand some basic English anyway, but just pay attention and the rest should be common sense dear." "Ok but there are three of them and only one of me," said Lee, looking around the room. "You don't need three to watch the kids, but I figured I'd have them tidy up before they left and make sure everyone was fed lunch," explained Rita. "That way all you need to do is babysit, unless you'd prefer to spend some time as one of my cleaning ladies as well, Keleigh." "No thank you," said Lee, shaking his head. "Didn't think so," smiled Rita. "From what your mother says, you've never been the type to get your hands dirty anyway, and that didn't take long to translate, did it." "Really? I just glued on all those flowers and did all those boxes?" Lee tossed up his hands. "A hundred and ten of them! Is that not getting your hands dirty?" "Honey that was a compliment, and I must get going now." Rita rolled her eyes and softly touched his back. "If I wanted my son with a maid, I could have easily have persuaded one to fill the role, but believe me that thought never crossed my mind!" "Maybe it should have?" grumbled Lee, playing with his pony. "Oh don't get your panties in a ruffle? The fact that you're a bit too dainty is a good thing, so learn to accept that already," said Rita, walking away. "Everyone else She turned now, barking out a few more things in Spanish and then walked away, closing the door as just that quickly he was on babysitting duty as staff scurried getting some things ready. He watched for a few minutes until a woman came over and introduced herself. "Esmeralda," said the woman, pointing to herself. "You come." "Keleigh," nodded Lee, spouting one of the few words he knew. "Si." Over to the changing table she took him before chasing after a toddler and scooping her up as she was running from her. She placed her down on the table before giving her a bottle to relax her and then lifted her dress. "You do," said Esmeralda in broken English, pointing. "Sure," said Lee, nodding as he surveyed the situation and then pulled down her tights. Her diaper wasn't even wet yet Esmeralda handed him some wipes and then ointment, instructing him with hand gestures. It wasn't really that tough as he nodded, following along as he wiped her carefully and then rubbed on some ointment. When she spit out her bottle, Esmeralda grabbed his hand and tapped his nail as he realized that he was accidentally scratching the child with his long nail. He nodded, being more careful as he added more ointment and then cautiously finished changing the diaper. Back up came the tights now as he worked as gently as he could, and then he lifted the toddler into his arms. She instructed how to hold her and then burb her which wasn't that tough, as she placed a simple white wash cloth over his shoulder before Lee started tapping the little one's back. Such a big belch came out of such a little girl as Lee felt such jubilation that he successfully burped her. When he went to put her down though, it would be quite different, as she had a good grip, pulling on his pony. A little pain he'd endure, as finally her fingers would be pried from his locks as she took the bow and scrunchie with it. Esmeralda just gave a little chuckle as off went the toddler with the bow across the room as Lee chased her and lifted her to his arms. He gave a little tickle as he tried taking back the bow but then a scream occurred as he backed off, figuring he'd let her play with it. He hadn't made it five minutes from Rita's warning and already he'd lost his first kiddie battle. Before he could even lament it though, Esmeralda then pointed to the next child running, as over he went corralling a boy racing across the room. He then lifted him into his arms laughing as he was getting the hang of things as this wasn't that bad, as he brought him over to the changing table. "I got this," said Lee, giving her the thumbs up, confident with a boy. He was certainly used to pulling down pants, but not what occurred the second he opened the diaper. Like a deer in headlights, he could barely move as the room temperature air made contact with his private area, the little guy spouted like an orca. "Eeeeewwwww," moaned Lee, stunned as his urine gushed across his blouse and jacket, saturating him. Quickly Esmeralda closed it up, allowing the toddler to finish as Lee just stood with his soaked fingers extended before she handed him some wipes. Once he cleaned them, she handed him the new diaper, nudging him to finish as he had little choice but to wipe and clean the toddler while himself soaked. Once he lifted the little guy to the ground, she took him by the hand over to a locked closet and inserted the key. On a rack there were a series of polyester servants uniforms as she held a few up against him before handing him one. "La prisa! La prisa Por favor Cambio," said Esmeralda, handing him an outfit. "No quedarse in pee pee." He nodded, knowing what she meant as she was right and he was grossed out as she handed him the clothes. Into the adjoining bathroom he went, realizing it was even worse than he thought, seeing white spit up on his shoulder and then stripping off the urine soaked clothes. These were sizable stain and what he knew were expensive clothes, but he could care less, happy to be out of them. A quick bath he gave himself in just his bra and panties with a wash cloth before stepping into the itchy grey servant's dress. Into the hamper he tossed them and placed his pumps next to it on the floor before he opened the door, hurrying out, struggling to zip the back. Esmeralda was waiting with a few pairs of loafer type shoes as she dropped them at his feet. "R?pidamente!" said Esmeralda, hurrying him before stepping behind and zipping the back as he held her shoulder, finding a pair that fit. "Buena." "I guess?" gulped Lee, looking down at himself both relived yet petrified. He was in a classic housekeeping uniform just like all the help, which was certainly designed for daily wear in busy working environments, looking like he was a young maid at ritzy hotel. He reached down, feeling the fabric, knowing the feel of a comfortable blend of cotton and polyester as it felt more like his school trousers than his silk blouse. Similar to his school trousers it was not though, except for the light dove grey color, as the dress had a lovely A-line knee length skirt and fitted waist. It's white contrasting round collar and sleeve cuffs complimented the tailored style, delivering the neat hired help appearance, and his navy loafers gave his feet a wonderful relief from the morning's cramped pumps. "El giro," said Esmeralda, wasting no time placing a white apron atop his skirt and then tying it behind his back. She shocked him a little, sliding her fingers through the back of his hair and wasting not a moment dividing it into two sections. Like a wizard, she spun them so quickly around and around three or four times like they were jump ropes twirling in the park, as he could rapidly feel the tension on his scalp and temple. Before he even knew what hit him, it really grew uncomfortable, causing him to wince until she stopped, seeming to pull one across the other. Like she was tying his apron, she knotted one section inside the other before he felt a distinct yank pulling it taut, and then she seemed to lift both sides way up to the sky above his head. With her index finger now, she pushed inside the knot she just made creating a small cavity, and then threaded all of his hair that she had been holding tightly to the sky through it. "Bueno Chica," said Esmeralda, pulling a piece of white ribbon from inside her apron and tying it in to hold his hair. "Adios." "Oh gawdd," gulped Lee as she began empting the contents of her apron into his. Extra bows and clips for the girls were in one pocket with a few small bags of snacks, a rubber ball and a tv remote. From the other came a thermometer, tissue packets, wipes and a few pacifiers. She'd quickly equipped him to handle runny noses, minor tantrums and wild hair on the little girls without having to scramble as he now knew he'd soon be alone. He looked over to reflective panel above the baby changing table, ready to vomit himself, now seeing the girl in the mirror looking neat and coiffed yet mentally he felt already frazzled. Esmeralda had quickly taken his long hair and spun it to be out of harms way from both the reach of little finger or more so any forms of spewing filth. With his tight side braid still knotted keeping his hair from his eyes, she had spun the rest into a unique, pulled back style. At each temple now, each entire side began in sleek tight twist gathering all of his hair as the twists spanned towards the rear before both sides met in the middle of the back of his head. Once the two twists met, Esmeralda had looped them inside each other like the knot before a bow, but instead of tying one then pulled all his hair inside the twisted knot, creating a lovely topsy tail. She needed no plastic tool though, as her fingers served as the gadget, creating the quick, tightly knotted pristinely neat style before adding a simple white double knotted ribbon to make sure it would stay secure. She shouted out now to the other women in Spanish before clapping her hands and then smiled at him as they quickly picked up their belongings, heading out of the room. When the door slammed, half the kids turned looking his way and then mayhem was upon him. Boys wrestling and girls hair pulling he'd quickly need to break up, as requests for snacks came from every direction. How the hell could one person do this he panicked, wishing he was an octopus as he handed out chips and pretzels in every direction? Chewing and spewing would at least temporarily occupy some of them while the under ten year old girls would be dragging him into games and asking a thousand questions. In a way it was nice bonding with the kids, as they got silly sharing some laughs. His lap and back would soon be the jungle gym for the toddlers and terrible twos, as they climbed on him and loved being tickled. Before long he was getting the hang of occupying everyone, bottle feeding the little ones while he played board games. Every time he got up, it would not be without a kid at one hip, the other or even both as they moved from place to place in the room, making demand after demand. When finally he was able to sit back down, kiddie makeup would be impossible to keep from being brushed on his face and boys couldn't be stopped from pelting him with soft spongy balls. If it weren't for multiple tv's showing different age programs that occupied them at least short term, or video games on others, he would have lost his mind having to keep them all busy. It had been a blessing in disguise that he changed, as it would have been a lot tougher in heels and a tapered outfit, as at least now he could move around more freely. Baby spit up on his shoulder easily washed right off with a wipe, and accidents would be impossible not to wear. He actually got quite good at diapers and having pockets in his apron were like a godsend. In reality time flew as he was thrust into a kiddie pop dance party as they were all boogying until suddenly the music stopped and he looked up, seeing Holly and Mrs. Baxter smirking and staring his way. "Oh thank gawwddd," said Lee, holding hands with kids on each side while grasping the baby on his left hip. "Finally back?" "Yes, and before I ask the obvious," said Rita, looking around and counting. "All accounted for and breathing." "Would you have left me if you thought they wouldn't be?" asked Lee, a bit miffed at the question. "Well the house isn't burnt down, and you appear a bit of a wreck as expected, but in one piece," laughed Rita. " So you don't seem to have done too badly then?" "Besides getting spit, puked, peed and pooped on multiple times?" smiled Lee, still rocking the baby. "The rest wasn't so bad! And what obvious question?" "Forget it, and even in that you look adorable, so I'm sure my son wouldn't mind having you around as another maid," laughed Mrs. Baxter. "But if we'd have known you'd have done so well at this, maybe I wouldn't have rushed my set." "He wishes," snarled Lee, squishing his face, turning beet red, almost forgetting how he was dressed as Rita glared at him, amused and fluffing her hair. "My Gary! Undoubtedly!" Rita swirled her finger. "Except maybe not for the blue eye shadow and purple lipstick," joked Holly, as some of the girls ran ove,r hugging her. "But the rest?" He had to share her laugh, not actually knowing what he looked like yet, but knew he was a wreck. As all relatives started coming in now to collect their kids, he was warmly greeted and thanked until finally all were back with their parents as he did his best picking up toys with their parents, cleaning up. "Leave the rest dear, and that's enough," said Rita, snapping her fingers once the last set of parents left the room. "You may look like the help, but of course you are not." "You sure about that?" snapped Lee, getting up from his knees after loading a bin with blocks. "Because it kind of feels like I am." "Well I would have thought a girl in your position would be more gracious, but I guess not?" Huffed Mrs. Baxter, rolling her eyes at him. "Last I knew I'd treated you like a queen, and I don't recall leaving here asking you to change into that outfit? Did I?" "No, Mrs. Baxter," replied Lee, swallowing hard. "Of course not, but either way I for one cannot tell where your life or career is headed, young lady," smiled Mrs. Baxter. "But if you did let me help you more than I have already, then know it certainly won't be headed towards a life of servitude." "I'm sorry," said Lee. "You know I'm doing all this because we're appreciative. Very appreciative." "The helping out part? Yes dear I do," said Mrs. Baxter before smiling. "But mostly for my idiot of a son, also known as your bestie turned boyfriend as well remember?" "Like I could ever forget that?" Lee nodded. "Yes Mrs. Baxter and for both of you." "Good, then while it might be cute for a short moment, let's please get you out of this outfit before I'm the one throwing up seeing you in it instead of the children," said Mrs. Baxter. "And if I'm disgusted by this, can you imagine how your mother would feel seeing her daughter like this?" "Maybe she doesn't need to know this then?" said Lee. "This second no but unlike you, she and I keep no secrets from each other," said Mrs. Baxter, growing annoyed. "Now please Holly, take her down the back hallway and bring her upstairs to get ready in the guest room. A robe, her dress, underwear, makeup and everything she'll need is in there already." "Sure," nodded Holly. "Thank you dear," said Mrs. Baxter. "The men are wandering around somewhere, so let's not draw their attention until she's ready." "But half your family saw me already like this, picking up the kids?" panicked Lee. "Is that going to be a problem?" "Half my family saw a disheveled babysitter looking like a Benjamin Moore factory blew up in her face," laughed Rita. "That girl of course won't be escorting my son to Lori's weeding tonight, will she?" "No Mr. Baxter," smirked Lee. "Exactly, so she's about to disappear and until we clean her up," smirked Rita. "Back hallway while I lock this room from the outside, and this is why I have this room separated, so when the kids are finished I can just close the door until my help comes back tomorrow. Now move so we can put both messes behind us." Out the back way he went, following Holly as they used the private hallway and then the servants' elevator. He'd been at this house many times growing up, but never did he know about all these little intricacies, as it was even bigger than he thought. When finally they got upstairs, it was quiet as Holly helped him out of the outfit and into a bathrobe. When she finished, he sat there and then she just gave him a look and then folded her arms. "She asked me to help you a little, but you're not thinking I'm like your makeup artist are you?" said Holly, staring at him nastily. "Oh?" thought Lee. "Uuumm? I guess not but..?" "But I'm just kidding," laughed Holly, slapping his wrist. "After you did all the shit work for me today, I kind of volunteered." "Really?" said Lee surprised. "I thought my mom would be coming back to help me." "She was, but Rita told her it wasn't necessary when we were out," said Holly, taking a wipe to his face. "I figured it was the least I could do, and I've always wanted a little sister." "Of course you did?" laughed Lee as she wiped across his lids. "Why should you be any different? Seems that's the theme for yours, mine and your future husband's family." "You mean the theme of helping you become this fabulous little debutant?" laughed Holly, before getting sarcastic. "You know how many girls would die for that?" "No, but I know a boy that... well?" shrugged Lee, looking at dirty makeup wipes being tossed aside. "Maybe you could send a few Mrs. Baxter's way?" "Nah she's in love with this spunky little drama queen that volunteered, so that job is filled?" teased Holly, adding some moisturizer. "And it's not exactly like the girl is tied up, being forced against her will is she?" "Well not yet, but I was wondering for a minute if she gave some of those kids that job?" joked Lee as she massaged it in. "And I never said I was treated poorly, but you know what I mean?" "Yeah i mean it could be worse being treated like the adored princess, Keleigh?" joked Holly, fanning out her hands bowing and giggling. "I mean I guess you did look cute in the maid's outfit?" "Can you imagine? I barely made it a few hours?" gulped Lee, relieved as she wiped her hand in a towel, kind of sizing up what she wanted to do. "And thanks for helping me. I've gotten some lessons, but I'm not that good yet with all this." "You mean with makeup, right?" said Holly, opening a drawer and trying to match some foundation. "Because you're pretty good with the rest if you ask me." "Thanks I think, but that's what I meant," replied Lee as she began sponging around his face "I've gotten lessons in everything, but besides doing beauty stuff which I'm not that great at, the rest is really just common sense." "Yeah common sense too many girls either never had or forgot about," giggled Holly, putting a little concealer under his eyes. "You on the other hand are a natural then I guess." "That I doubt," said Lee, as Holly blended. "But I was always the best actor in school, so really it's just translated." "To being a little prima donna and a flirt! Eyes closed, girl," laughed Holly, painting across his lid with a liquid liner. "Come on Keleigh? I took a few acting classes in college, and those things were never in my lesson plan." "That's because you were never a boy trying to play a girl's part," Lee told her while she began defining his brows. "So you're still claiming you were then?" said Holly, doubting him as she started working the outer crease with her eye shadow brush. "You know it's just me here now right? Open please?" "No really? It's an art unto itself," said Lee as she held his left eye open, working on his waterlines with a pencil. "Who you going to believe, me or the woman with an agenda?" "So you have no agenda?" snapped Holly, doing the other eye now. "You volunteered to be this prissy little weekend date out of the goodness of your heart? Nothing more?" "Of course it was more," said Lee, looking away as she separated his lashes with her lash brush. "Gary's my best friend." "No, Gary's now your boyfriend," Lectured Holly, spreading some glue on a false lash and then blowing on it. "Look down until I tell you." "Well yeah, but it's not like that?" said Lee as she pressed on the lash and pushed on the edges. "It isn't?" said Holly, putting on the other one and then slipping her wand in and out of its tube. "I'm not blind, Keleigh I see how he looks at you, and so do you? Now look up and don't blink." "He's just...just.... just Gary," said Lee, getting frustrated as she coated his lashes. "That's how he is around all girls." "But you're not all girls?" smiled Holly, doing another coat. "Are you?" "All girls? no!" Lee replied as she worked on the lower lashes now. "Hell, I'm not even a girl." "Bullshit!" laughed Holly, rolling her eyes and then dipping a big brush in some blush. "Suck in your cheeks for a sec, and we fucking both know he's not thinking that way at all, is he?" "Well?" mumbled Lee as she brushed across his cheeks. "Really, Keleigh?" Holly shook her head and dipped a smaller brush in another powder. "Oh and sorry let them out now." "Thanks," huffed Lee, letting out his breath, not wanting to think about that anyway. "And what's the answer?" said Holly, holding up her brush and waiting. "You obviously know how much he wants to.. you know proceed further as his little squeeze?" "Unfortunately? Kinda? And eeeewww! Please don't say it like that?" gulped Lee, as she brushed under his eyes and then worked at each side of his nose. "But I can't control that! I'm just doing what I'm told and when I'm told." "Yeah that I know, and eyes closed again," nodded Holly, jumping back to his eye makeup, brushing under his brows. "But why you're doing it I'm still trying to put my finger on?" "Because he's my best friend," replied Lee as she worked at the outer edges of his eyes again. "No, it's more than that? Open and look at me?" Ordered Holly, studying her work as he opened his eyes, and then taking a big brush to his forehead, then his chin. "And what's the big secret. I'm marrying his brother, and you know I'm going to find out." "There's no secret," said Lee, as she again took out her mascara, attacking his left eye. "My mother and Rita are childhood friends. They were best friends as kids." "So since they're besties, that makes you dress up and be her son's little honey?" said Holly, attacking the right eye now. "Seriously?" "My dad died when I was young, and Rita took care of my mother when things were bad," explained Lee as Holly was really blended his shadows now. "Took us in until we got on our feet. Paid off our bills. Helped us get our house. The Baxter wealth goes way beyond money, but since you're marrying their son, I'm thinking you know that already. The Baxter family is like family to us, and I'd do anything for them." "Even become a girl to date their son?" Holly asked, shaking a spray. "Now be still and let me set this." "I have not become a girl, and we're really not dating," said Lee with his eyes closed, feeling the mist on his face. "Now can we not talk more about this, and it's more complicated than that?" "Oh I'm going to get it out of you, sister, and eyes open now!" teased Holly, stopping to sharpen a lip pencil and then pointing it at him. "This is a wonderful story, but that's only half the story isn't it?" "No, that's more than I wanted to talk about," groaned Lee, annoyed and starting to get up. "Now we done?" "With your face almost, but I'll back down now," said Holly, grabbing his wrist. "Now smile big, but remember we'll be spending a lot more time togethe,r and you are not getting off this easy." "Not expecting to ever get off easy on anything around this family, and really I never have?" sighed Lee, pushing her hand away as she expected to continue again. "You know what, just tell me what I still have to do, and I'll figure out the rest myself." "I'm sorry," Holly squeezed his hand and then raised the pencil back up. "I'm done being nosey, and I got this!" "It's ok," nodded Lee. "Forget it." "No! Now please," said Holly, working on his lips again. "I feel horrible now." "Thanks, and don't," nodded Lee, looking up at her before she took a brush to her lip pallet and then began painting his lips. "And I didn't mean to be bitchy or unappreciative, but this is not easy ok? I'm trying really hard and it's just not?" "Well we're going to have plenty more time to talk, so I'm here for you girl," said Holly, carefully filling them in as she could see him getting emotional. "Now don't you dare ruin this makeup with any waterworks, but even if you do you're still going to be the prettiest girl in the room and I hate you for that." "Prettier than you?" smiled Lee, reaching over, touching her hand and squeezing it. "Not a chance." "Well it's not a competition you know?" Winked Holly, leaning in and hugging him and then leaning back, patting her hair. "But I was the prom queen back in my day, and can't you tell with all these damn curls pinned to my head my future mother in law had them do?" A little giggle with her was very nice after the inquisition, and then he stared at her looking so sophisticated with her copper red hair up in a formal style. With the front side swept across her forehead, the back in thick chignon and then the top pinned up in thick rolled curls, she was already rocking quite the elegant bridal style even though just like Lee was, she'd only be a guest at the wedding. It was just more foresight into Mrs. Baxter's controlling intentions, insuring she'd be delivering the perfect future bride at her nieces' wedding for her family to see. At least in some way he didn't feel alone at being controlled by her, yet Holly seemed to be in synch with her wishes. It was not like he could do anything differently anyway, yet he wondered how she seemed so perfect, never having seen her without even a hair out of place. Was she his friend like she was trying to be, helping him, or just one of Mrs. Baxter's puppets asking questions and testing him? "It looks beautiful," smiled Lee. "And yeah, you do have that prom queen look." "Thank you Keleigh, and future mother in laws sort of orders," giggled Holly, flattered, dipping a brush in some clear gloss and rubbing it across his lips. "Not that she dictated the hairdo, but she wanted me to represent if you know what I mean, and I can't promise you like this ridiculous prom updo thing I have, but I wouldn't mind doing your hair too if you'd let me?" "Let you?" said Lee, giving her a weird look and rubbing his lips together. "I thought that was part of the deal here?" "You know maybe I should have been the one in the maids outfit?" laughed Holly, shaking her head and walking over, plugging in a few hair tools. "Stand up and turn around for a second. Of course it was part of the deal. You think Rita leaves anything unplanned?" "Absolutely not," Lee stood and turned as she asked. As he stood, she pulled out the little bow and then took a minute unraveling the back of his hair. When it was finally hanging freely, she raked through it with her fingers, breaking some lingering hairspray bonds and then had him sit down as she undid the frontal braid. She was nowhere near as rough as his mother, more casually brushing through his hair with a wide tooth brush and then spritzed the now wavy section from the braid, dampening it. As it hung in his face, she lifted a thin flat iron and grabbed a thin section, slowly straightening it. Right in front of his eyes now, one by one the ruffles became long brunette spaghetti strands, until five minutes later his entire head was again pin straight. Finally satisfied with her ironing, she flipped his hair over from the right side part, brushing through all of it two or three times. Back to the left she'd repeat it now until finally she put down the brush and then stared at him, squishing her cheeks like she was sizing him up. "Ok I kind of got some parameters here, so let's see what we can do?" said Holly, lifting sections and spraying it with more heat protectant. "You mean orders," joked Lee, as she put down the spray and then pulling back the top from temple to temple before twisting in a big clip. "Kind of, and I'm decent with hair," giggled Holly, as she lifted a big section up on the left side and slipped in a very long silver clip. "But the boss did say remember she's a teenager, and nothing outrageous that could upstage anyone, so I told you don't expect the prom queen shit like on my head." "Like I have expectations about anything, or could upstage you?" said Lee, as Holly was separating a section before stretching it and coating it with hairspray. "I told you before, I just do or go where I'm told, and I just had my eighth grade prom two weeks ago, but trust me, not a girl there hair's looked as fancy as yours." "That's so sweet of you to say, Keleigh," smiled Holly, lifting a gold barrel from her vanity and then wrapping the section of his hair around it. "But that I doubt, knowing some of the mothers of girls in this zip code. I've seen some shit so fancy it'll blow your mind, and even though I'm not curling all the way up near the root, sit still now please." "Sure, sorry and I'm thinking you'll see some of that tonight too," said Lee, folding his hands, sitting up as a thick curl dropped down on his shoulder now. "True," said Holly, pulling out the next strand, spraying and rolling it up. "And probably tomorrow at my shower." "Not probably? Try definitely!" laughed Lee as they shared a laugh as down dropped the third curl. "So how did you wear your hair to your eighth grade prom?" asked Holly, rolling up the next one. "Because I'm thinking from what I've seen it's not like your mother is on a different page than Rita when it comes to these things?" "Uuumm in a slicked back ponytail?" smiled Lee, glancing down, seeing curls begin to pile on his shoulder. "Really?" Holly was surprised, pausing for a minute before spraying another section and rolling it up. "Ah yeah," said Lee, rolling his eyes. "I was in a tux with a red bow tie and a boy, remember?" "Ohhh jeez," grumbled Holly, feeling bad, pulling out the iron and stopping for a second. "I'm so sorry. I was just curling here and talking and wasn't thinking. I..I didn't mean anything by that." "I know," Lee replied, reaching out and touching her wrist. "It's fine, and my date had her hair swept to one side in curls, if that makes a difference." "Actually it doesn't, but I love that style," smiled Holly, pulling the pin, letting down the layer and grabbing a section, rolling up the next one near his temple. "I'm doing something a little different here, but does your boyfriend know about this?" "Sure, and he knows her," said Lee, looking up at her softly nodding with the barrel above his eyes. "We've hung out a few times." "And Mrs. Baxter?" asked Holly, softly letting the curl down. "Well she hasn't met her, but she's seen the picture and pretty much knows everything in my life," said Lee as she stretched another. "So she's your girlfriend then?" said Holly with a smirk on her face, dropping down the curl. "Well we kissed a few times, but more just a friend," said Lee, getting a little embarrassed, looking down at the pile of curls. "Really it was no big deal, and my mom doesn't exactly want me dating right now as you can imagine." "What I can't imagine is you in tux?" laughed Holly, jumping to the other side of his head now, lifting the layers and sliding in another silver pin. "Right now that I can understand," Lee replied as she stretched the next section, spraying and rolling it up. "But trust me, I wasn't always the one in the dress." "Still struggling that you weren't, girlfriend?" joked Holly, placing the first curl on his other shoulder now. "But not with your hair. It really holds a curl well." "Mine? or the extensions," laughed Lee, lifting one on the other side. "I'm thinking both, and do not tug while they cool down or they will flop," said Holly, pulling away his hand. "You're not used to the extensions, are you?" "Oh? Well no, honestly," smiled Lee, as Holly reached up, sectioning and curling up the next. "Me either, but I love them," said Holly, as she dropped down the curl. "Thank gawdd for Rita because they are freaking expensive." "I have no idea, but I'm sure," laughed Lee, seeing her stretch and spray the next before rolling it up. "And it wasn't like I had short hair." "Not at all," said Holly, placing down the curl and lifting a layer. "I can see the layers, and the really tight curls looked great on you yesterday, but weren't natural either then, were they?" "I had no idea I was getting a perm until I was," replied Lee as she pulled out the pin, moving to the higher layer, curling it now. "Mrs. Baxter's and my mom's idea." "You really have gone all out then, haven't you?" asked Holly, dropping down the curl. "How many girls would do what you have done?" "Uuumm I think we're back to that same answer again? None that I know of," laughed Lee as they both cracked up. They needed a minute to calm down from the giggles and then Holly wiped under her eyes, composing herself. "Oh gawwddd do not do that to me again, and we're lucky this iron was not in or I could have burned your hair off," said Holly, still giggling before stretching the next section. "That was just too gawwwdd damn funny." "Glad I could be of some amusement," smiled Lee, as up rolled the next curl. "Me too, but one thing I still need to know before I finish?" said Holly, dropping down a curl. "So your prom date? Is she really pretty?" "Well yeah?" nodded Lee as Holly spun up the last curl. "Pretty as you?" teased Holly, dropping it down. "But before you even answer that, I'm thinking I know the answer." "Then why did you ask?" laughed Lee as she was lifting the ends of his hair, separating some curls spraying. "Fine, you little diva?" laughed Holly, lifting a lot of his hair onto his back, rustling through the curls with her fingers. "But is she?" "Aren't you done yet?" said Lee, getting uncomfortable. "Making curls yeah. But I'm not going to stop until I get some details here you know?" laughed Holly, coming in front of him and lifting his chin. "So then you're going to see her again?" "Like date? No," said Lee, shaking his head as she took out her wide brush, softly brushing the hair off his face, cautious not to disturb any curls. "Who knows what I'll be doing this summer. Plus she'll be going to a different high school anyway, so I'm sure we'll still talk but I have no idea what's happening for the future." "Nor should you be worrying your pretty little tail off about anything in your future, missy," said Mrs. Baxter, entering the room, hanging a dress up on the door. "And I like what you've done here so far Holly. Very nice." "Oh hey mom," smiled Holly, getting up and air kissing her cheek. "Thanks. She's easy to work with so it's been fun." "Well she can be if she has her head on straight and keeps her focus," smiled Mrs. Baxter, inspecting. "You are doing that, aren't you Keleigh?" "Yes, Mrs. Baxter," nodded Lee, letting her look him over. "Good, because I get a little worried when I hear you babbling about other girls and ludicrous dating talk," said Mrs. Baxter, moving some hair on his shoulders. "Tonight's a big night, and I can't have your mind on anything but your commitments, young lady." "It's not," groaned Lee. "Well I would hope not, Keleigh?" said Mrs. Baxter, walking over and taking some items from a bag. "Have I let you down for even a minute, Mrs. Baxter?" sighed Lee with her back to him. "Dear, did I say you did?" said Mrs. Baxter, placing some items on the bed. "Don't blame her," said Holly, defending him as she moved some of his hair from his eye, fussing. "We were just talking about hair and proms, and somehow we just got just off track then onto that subject." "I see," nodded Mrs. Baxter, turning around. "Leave us for a moment, Keleigh." "Oh gawwdd? Are we in trouble?" said Lee, getting anxious. "Leave and go where?" "Into the bathroom right there to get dressed please, and no you are not in trouble, darling," said Mrs. Baxter, pointing across the room. "Take your underwear and hose off the bed, then when you're ready, call out so I'll send in your dress." "I can take it and do that myself as well," said Lee, grabbing his stuff off the bed and then walking over to grab the dress. "Sometimes I just need help with the clasps or zipper." "When you come out of course we'll help with the final touches, and then we can all leave together," said Mrs. Baxter, taking the hanger with the dress wrapped beneath plastic away from him. "But let me have that. I've changed my mind on what I'd like you in tonight, so I'm glad after you're fittings we picked up those extra dresses." "Extra dresses?" asked Lee, surprised. "Just some things for the future if all works out," said Mrs. Baxter, looking into his eyes. "You girls change your mind like the weather anyway, so you know I'm the type that believes in being prepared, and it's not like I expected any of these dresses to go to waste, but I guess we'll see? Won't we, Keleigh?" "I don't know," groaned Lee, getting upset. "I just wear what you tell me to." "Ask you to dear?" said Mrs. Baxter, rubbing his arm and then handing him a shoe box. "You may have looked adorable in my servant's uniform, but you know you and your mother mean the world to me, so I'd never have you thinking you're my little slave." "You?" said Lee, sucking in his emotions and turning away towards the bathroom. "Of course not Mrs. Baxter, and I'll still wear anything you ask me to. I'll go change?" "That a girl," grinned Mrs. Baxter, watching him go. Into the bathroom he went as Rita and Holly now seemed to get into a deep conversation. He couldn't hear everything they said, but hoped he didn't get Holly in any trouble with her, as that was never his intention. He could buckle his own bra now, as inside the padded lacey silver garment he went and then stepped into the matching boy short panties. He wasn't sure of the shape of his dress, yet tucked himself away as the tight stretchy panties would do the trick anyway before he rolled up the nude hose. Carefully he stretched his toes inside them before taking his time pulling them up, making sure not to catch them with his nails and then he tugged the waistband, making them as taut as they could. He leaned on the vanity, stepping into his shoes and then closed the toilet sitting atop the bowl cover. Leaning down it would be strange enough to flip all the curls from his eyes, but then he buckled the strap around his ankles before standing and cracking open the door. "I'm ready for the dress, Ms. Baxter," said Lee, poking his head out. "Wonderful, dear," said Mrs. Baxter, fluffing her elaborate hairdo in the mirror. "You can come out and it's just us now." "Oh sure. Nothing to see anyway but a girl in her underwear" joked Lee, tossing up his hands, walking out. "But what happened to Holly?" "Well glad you're in a better mood now Keleigh, but as wonderful as she's been, she still needs to get dressed too you know?" said Mrs. Baxter, moving towards him and sizing him up. "Plus I wasn't sure if you needed additional help and I didn't want it to be awkward for her, since I've seen what you've got since back when I changed your diaper." "Not that I remember it of course, but yes I know you did and it's just a little different these days," replied Lee, then holding out his hands, backing her off. "But again that's handled, so nothing to see." "Well done, young lady, but I wasn't one hundred percent sure and we wouldn't want anyone uncomfortable, would we?" said Mrs. Baxter, looking him up and down. "No?" acknowledged Lee, turning beet red. "Definitely not!" "Good, and in this dress you'll have nothing to worry about anyway," said Mrs. Baxter, walking over, taking a wide tooth brush and a comb from the vanity. "It won't be as revealing in places we don't want it to be as with the other we'd have had to be even more cautious, so now it's even a better choice. Turn around and face the wall please, darling." "Oh?" said Lee, thinking he understood the change and turning around. "Makes sense then I guess." "Always a method to my madness, young lady. Now hold these pins for me Keleigh, and be still," said Ms. Baxter, putting some pins in his hand and stiffly brushing back his hair from temple to temple. "Let's get your bow in before you shake out all Holly's beautiful work." "Another bow? sighed Lee, cringing as she brushed back away from his face. "I mean... Yes Mrs. Baxter and I wasn't trying to..." "Question my judgment? I know you weren't, and glad you've noticed them," smiled Rita, holding his hair back, brushing hard into her fingers. "It's just sometimes we all forget the things we take for granted which we of course can't." "I really wasn't?" Winced Lee, as she reversed it now, pulling free the most front of his forehead before teasing at the root and spritzing on some hairspray. "All I did was change like you ask me to." "And did you call out for help when you bent over to put on your shoes or did you allow all these gorgeous curls to flop down in your face?" asked Rita, flipping it onto his face as suddenly the long section was covering his eyes. "Uuumm I just kind of moved them aside and buckled my shoes?" groaned Lee as the next section was tossed atop the last. "Should I not have?" "See how simple of a thing that is to forget?" said Rita, teasing even harder now and flipping the next, spraying constantly. "You could have easily ruined you hair." "Oh no," Lee cringed as another came flying over, as he could see nothing but a mop in his face. "I'm so "Oh please. Now hand me two bobbi pins," said Rita, lifting all of the hair and pulling it back off his face before gently combing it back. "Thankfully you didn't." "Oh thank gawwdd," sighed Lee, handing them up as finally he could see the wall again as she gently combed through the section just behind his forehead and he felt a pin slide in at the crown on the right side at an 90 degree angle. "You scared me." "No, dear," said Mrs. Baxter, sliding the other pin on the other side like an x across his crown. "Turn around now and sometimes you scare me." "I'm sorry," said Lee, as she was shaking her hair spray right in his face before she covered his eyes and saturating behind his forehead. "I didn't mean to." "Let's hope you didn't, and hand me your bow, because this looks beautiful on you now," said Rita, turning his shoulder again and holding out her hand. "I bet," Lee replied, handing it up. "Uuumm I mean thank you." "Stop fidgeting, and you're welcome of course, princess," said Rita, wiggling it in place before he heard the distinct snap high on the back of his head. "Now isn't that just darling on you? so ready for your dress?" "Oh thank you," Softly nodded Lee. "And sure." "Good girl, then hold my shoulder, step in gingerly and I'll help you, but then you'll do the rest," said Rita, crouching down and holding the dress open. "Just be extra careful not to catch your heel in a dress like this." "Whoa?" said Lee, seeing all the sparkle and material scrunched up, cautiously stepping in. "This looks a lot fancier than what I've been in so far." "It's a Baxter wedding dear, so what did you expect?" said Mrs. Baxter, slowly guiding it up. "Certainly you couldn't be there in something less dressy, and do you not remember some of the wonderful things at your fitting that you dazzled in before even a stitch of makeup?" "Kind of?" Lee said as he slipped his arms through the little straps. "And I may need help with the zipper or whatever holds it together." "Of course, and it needs to sit perfectly so things you don't really have yet won't show," said Mrs. Baxter, holding out the front of the bodice, pulling off the plastic that covered the little tape strips. "Now be still and I expected to do the tape for you anyway, Keleigh." "Sure," gulped Lee as she bonded the dress to his flesh. "Wait? What did you mean yet?" "Oh that's wonderful, dear," said Mrs. Baxter, pushing at them and then spinning him around, slowly inching up the zipper. "I just meant it gives you a cute, full little A on your way to a B? So take that anyway you like dear, but now you do." "Wow it kind of does," said Lee, looking over at his reflection as she was behind him now. "And I kind of do?" "Just like any other developing teenager? Breath in, dear," ordered Mrs. Baxter, slowly inching the zipper up further as he inhaled. "Which of course you are? Aren't you?" "Yeah but..." exhaled Lee, twisting his chest, amazed that he had little cleavage. "Maybe not how you meant it." "Oh I don't know, but I guess time will tell?" smiled Mrs. Baxter, yanking him around a bit, clasping a hook above the zipper. "But for now all I'm concerned about is making sure you look just perfect, and my son can proudly show off this maturing young lady." "Well that once again appears to not be a problem," sighed Lee, as she was flipping curls out of her way on to his right shoulder. "Wait? I know this dress!" "You should," said Rita. "You tried it on in two different colors." "But I don't remember this color?" sighed Lee, panicking. "Is this the prom dress my date wore?" "The exact one? No!" said Rita as she began gently arranging more of his hair off his back onto his left shoulder now before grinning as she looked into his eyes in the reflection. "You're actually a size smaller than her if you're curious." "Why would you put me in this?" asked Lee, getting upset. "Why not?" said Rita, barely able to control her grin. "It's gorgeous, and you didn't object when you tried it on." "I objected to nothing?" said Lee, holding his chest. "You had me in and out of so many dresses I didn't even know what I was trying on." "Interesting that this bothers you?" replied Rita, tapping her chin. "But girls get so funny when someone else shows up in their dress, don't they?" "You know that's not what I meant," said Lee, stunned and tossing out his arms frustrated. "Then what's your worry?" said Mrs. Baxter, stepping in, fluffing the skirt and the lifting his wrist. "She won't be here, and you're stunning in this color. I love this on you." "My worry?" groaned Lee as she clipped a bracelet over his right wrist and then pulled back, shaking it. "I dated a girl in this same dress, and now you've put me in it? Why this dress with all the options? Why would you do that?" "Because its an extraordinary dress! Because it looks beautiful on you!" smiled Rita, twirling her finger at him and then stepping in, pushing a few ring on his fingers. "Because my son will think it's gorgeous on you, and because I've already told you the other reasons, haven't you been listening?" "Of course I've been listening?" moaned Lee, stamping his foot, growing furious and pulling away his hand again. "Excuse me, young lady?" said Rita, folding her arms. "You did not raise your voice to me?" "Uuummm," Lee backed down. "No and...Uuummm maybe tell me again?" "I will, but listen good this time Keleigh, because I want you taking nothing for granted which I fear you may have in being a little too loose with your tongue with Holly," Scolded Rita, circling him before sliding her arms under his hair from behind, speaking right in his ear. "You my darling volunteered to be Gary's girlfriend and date for the weekend. The entire weekend! That includes every damn event, so when you are on my time and especially under my roof, you are that girl every damn second of every minute regardless of who you are speaking to! Regardless of what they know or don't know. You cannot take shit for granted or forget! You got me young lady?" "Yes, ma'am," gulped Lee, petrified as she pulled them out, feeling something on his chest. "Good, because when that pretty little tongue spouts out anything about her life," Lectured Rita, walking in front of him now, lifting his chin and speaking in his face before taking hold of his left ear. "You are the pretty curly headed girl the hunky boys take to the prom and not the other way around. Now don't make me remind you again, and don't you ever say anything to the contrary while on my time." "Ok," said Lee meekly as she switched to the other ear now. "Good, then we understand each other fully," smiled Rita, touching some perfume to his neck and then grabbing his arm, spritzing his wrist. "And not that you don't look amazing in almost everything we've tried on you, but this dress will serve as reminder to you, so you want to repeat back to me who that is?" "Gary's girlfriend, Keleigh O'Keefe," sighed Lee, trying to keep it together. "The girl all the boys take to the prom." "I said the hunky boys, not all the boys. That my darling makes you sound like a slut, which you will not be on my watch, and my son's problem in the first place, but at least we're getting somewhere and I like the confidence," laughed Rita, teasing him then tapping his arm. "Get your purse, rub your wrists together and let's go, Keleigh. And if you really take a good look at yourself, you'll realize your friend may have looked cute in this dress, but she did not look like this..... my princess." Lee wanted to scream and even worse strangle her, but of course knew neither was an option, taking a few deep breaths, doing his best to calm his nerves. He followed Rita from the room, never more looking the part of a debutante as he held the rail walking downstairs. He stood in their foyer as she called out to her husband and Holly, seeing how he was wearing much more makeup than ever before, and in such a fancier dress. He was in a spaghetti strapped, satin royal blue A-line fitted cocktail dress that clung to his skinny frame like a second skin before it exploded in a short flaring Thin satin royal spaghetti straps sat partially concealed beneath a sea of tumbling brunette barrel curls at each shoulder, as a glimmer of body glitter sparkled from his collar bones. From the straps, rounded cups sat double taped atop his padded breasts, giving him cute little boobs, and the gleam that emitted from the heavily bejeweled bodice would shine from every angle. A thick matching satin sash would serve to accentuate his thin waist, and beneath it wavered the most beautiful short skirt made entirely of royal tulle. Tiny glitter accents sparkled from within the delicate fabric, adding to the garment's endless glimmer as he stared down at his knees beneath sheer hose, amazed that his legs never seemed longer. Double buckles would hold his feet inside silver glittery criss crossed strappy stilettos, and these would be the highest shoe he'd ever walk in, with a four and one half inch spikey heel. Fuchsia toes peeked out, adding a pop of color and a silver ankle bracelet further accented his right foot. On his right wrist, a thick tennis bracelet would stand out yet be just one of four silver bracelets looped on him, and perfectly match the rhinestone teardrop strands that hung from his ears. Around his neck, a simple v-shaped necklace with the "V" covered in rhinestones would sit daintily above his cups, and two silver based rings would grace each hand. Perfectly accentuating his sparkly jewelry and most girly dress would be his hair and makeup, as Holly had delivered a dazzling look. For the first time, big false thick upper lashes batted atop his thinly racconed eyes, framing his crystal blue pupils. At the outside of his lids, a hint of a mid-night blue shadow blended into an opal blue near his lash line and above it a silver glittered shadow would beam beneath a pearl white inside the arch of his brow. The tantalizing eye makeup would be only electrified further by a royal liquid liner just above the jet black liner behind his faux lashes, and beneath his eyes a shimmery cheek accent radiated above his cheek bones. A much darker plum blush now would certainly heighten his normally subtle cheekbones, and a more bold lip would seemingly change his face. He was used to wearing a little lip color and even some gloss, but never like this, as his lips now popped from his face. Natural they were no more, as Holly over-lined them a touch, accentuating the natural sweetheart shape with a mauve pencil before filling them in with a candy apple lip color and high shine gloss. Behind his flawless face, his hair had been pulled back behind his forehead and bumped up just slightly, as Mrs. Baxter would allow not a strand to hide his gorgeous smile. The entire style could not have looked more perfect for a young girl that would turn heads, as framing it would be soft chest height curls. From temple to temple sat a small pouf which turned over about six inches behind his scalp line like a little mound. Holding the stiff bump, two criss crossed bobbi pins were expertly hidden before a large royal bow clip decorated the back of his head. Holly had kept his hair hanging straight until it almost reached his shoulders, and then it had been twisted into a series of gorgeous, thick curls. From his collar bone and down his back past his shoulder blades, three quarter inch loose ringlets finished off his premier as a blue eyed wedding date princess, leaving little doubt he'd been dressed to glisten from head to toe as Gary's most girly girlfriend for the family wedding. "How freaking perfect does your hair look with that dress?" Holly gushed as she came down the stairs. "And the eye makeup? Come on now Keleigh? Am I good or what?" "Thanks, I think?" he replied, almost ashamed, staring at her. "You're welcome," winked Holly, looking at him holding the rail. "What a color with those blue eyes?" "I guess?" sighed Lee, still a bit shaken but at least now distracted by her sheer beauty. Not that she didn't look stunning before, but now she was in a glittery silver dress, beaming like it was New Year 's Eve with her boobs really on display. With her hair up and away from her shoulders, it would be impossible for any man not to stare at her immense cleavage, as her obvious perky D-cups rebounded with each and every traversed stair. When she reached the bottom they air kissed then hugged like girlfriends, as for the first time he felt a strain in his panties, conflicted about whether he ever wanted the hug to end. He fought the thoughts of becoming rock hard as the two firm mounds pressed against his dress, doing his best not to think about their grandeur, until finally he heard Mrs. Baxter's voice call out to the girls and Holly pulled back away. She grabbed his hand as they headed out of the house and into the back of his big S-class Benz on their way to the chapel. Walking in with the family, he was hugged and kissed by so many he just barely met and then quickly they took their seats for the ceremony. With Bart and Gary in their cousins wedding party, he'd be spared any initial time being pestered by his boyfriend, as instead he'd sit as one of the girlfriends with Gary's mother in the second row. Like everyone else, he stood and clapped as each member of the wedding party walked down the aisle when the wedding began. He got a quick wink from Gary as he escorted one of his cousin's down the aisle past them and then just sat quietly behind the groom's family as the ceremony began. Lee would stare at his nails and cross and re-cross his legs so many times, bored during the service as he sat there on his best behavior. As much as he wanted to check his phone or play a video game, he was stuck between Rita and Holly, so all he could do was sit quietly as they whispered across him, critiquing people's outfits and gossiping. He was a pretty good actor he thought, but crying was never on the agenda, observing how they went from critical bitches one second to emotional wrecks the next, passing tissues to each other and involving him in some drama. Once the bride kissed the groom, he knew it would be back to being on duty as the perfect little wedding date, as back up the aisle everyone went and they followed for family pictures. He stood outside as the professional photographer took tons of shots of the family, and then finally when Gary was done, he came over. Lee could see his face light up as he made eye contact through the crowd and then next thing he knew he had to turn his cheek as Gary's enthusiasm almost met his lips head on. "Hey babe," said Gary, kissing his cheek. "Miss me?" "Well?" grinned Lee. "If that's what you want me to say? Sure?" "Don't worry, I know you do and wow, Keleigh!" said Gary, grabbing both of Lee's hands, looking at him. "You never disappoint, do you?" "Depends what you'd be disappointed about?" smiled Lee, a little embarrassed. "Not a gawd damn thing when I look at you! You look amazing in that dress," smiled Gary, looking him up and down again and then into his eyes. "How the hell can you always look so good?" "Oh I don't know?" said Lee, batting his lashes. "Maybe ask your mother about that?" "No, maybe you ask your mother why you weren't born a-" Gary began to say as Lee covered his mouth. "Why I wasn't taller right?" smiled Lee, pulling away his hand and softly patting his friend's face. "But good, think they make heels for that, so I can reach up and make sure my honey's tongue doesn't get itself in any trouble." "Well that it will eventually with you, my girlfreind," grinned Gary, sliding it around his lips. "Dream on, lover boy," smiled Lee, squeezing his face and looking around. "Now calm the hell down please. Your family is like everywhere here." "I'm chill, but that is not easy when you look this hot," groaned Gary, taking his hand. "Uummm. Thank you?" said Lee, rolling his eyes, knowing Gary had wiggled his fingers between his. "Now can we get past that please, and not make this uncomfortable for both of us all night?" "Yeah but no," smirked Gary, rubbing his thumb. "And I can't put my finger on it, but I feel like I've seen you before in this dress? Or is that just me?" "Before yesterday you've never seen me in any dress before, you idiot," scolded Lee. "It's just you!" "Not exactly true, and maybe you should be the one to chill now," smiled Gary, pulling him in close. "But I get your point." "Oh gawddd, you're right?" gulped Lee, leaning in against him and then dropping his head on his shoulder. "And did you have to remind me?" "It's ok," said Gary, lifting his arm, squeezing him and then kissing his forehead as they held each other tightly. "And I'm sorry I did. You know I...." "Don't! Please," said Lee, pushing back, holding in some tears and then kissing his cheek once and then again. "Just don't, and I don't want to think about any of that ok? It's way behind me now and I want to leave that in the past." "I know it is, and I'm still sorry," smiled Gary, lifting his wrist and kissing it. "Still my girlfriend right?" "I'm still here, aren't I?" nodded Lee, reaching up and wiping his lipstick off Gary's cheek. "You may be an insensitive asshole sometimes, but you're still the best friend anyone could have." "You too BFF," smiled Gary. "Except just not the insensitive asshole part ok? That'll I'll keep to myself and I love you Lee." "You mean Keleigh, right?" winked Lee, elbowing him while daintily twisting a few curls. "Well yeah and her even more," laughed Gary, putting his hand on Lee's waist, looking into his eyes. "Love you Keleigh." "Fine, she loves you too," said Lee, twisting his neck before shaking his head and then playfully pushing his hand off his waist, squeezing it. "But not exactly like that sounded, you jerk! Now you better go get your sappy ass in the limo, as I see the bridal party getting in so I'll see you at the reception, ok?" "Ok," nodded Gary, giving a soft squeeze himself now before letting go. "Can't wait." "Wow, what was that about?" said Holly, coming over. "Oh nothing?" said Lee, giving her a look. "Just catching up?" "Really? the kid's feet aren't touching the ground?" smirked Holly. "Sorry I missed it, but that must have been some make out session?" "Don't even kid about things like that?" said Lee, looking around. "Rita would freak the fuck out on me?" "Maybe, but Gary's her little pet, so she'd get over it and I'm wondering if you didn't know how much longer you yourself could hold out anyway?" laughed Holly. "But maybe to be on the safe side, freshen up that lip gloss. If it looks a bit worn so she'll notice that shit in a heartbeat."