Tina's Story Chapter 90- Wedding Bell Blues, Part II- A Gray Muzzle story
Tina's Story -Wedding Bell Blues- Part II A Gray Muzzle story
Tina threw her bag on the bedroom chair. It was Saturday morning, and that meant ballet class. It was something she had done since childhood. Tina was the sexiest Poodle ballerina you could imagine. Her bright white hair was pulled back into a bun. You could tell she had had quite a workout today. Tina was bathed in sweat. Her pink, short sleeved leotard clung to her every curve. Unbuttoning her jean skirt and unzipping it, she let it fall to the floor. Slipping first one sleeve, then the other off, she peeled the sticky garment from her sweaty body. The show was not lost on Ray. As he dressed, he watched the leotard fall to the floor. Tina never wore a bra to dance. Her moist glistening breasts shown in the morning sun. Ray looked as she rolled down her pink tights, revealing her moist, pink lips. Normally, Ray would be all over her. Today, however, he seemed in a hurry.
"You know...." Tina said, as she headed to the shower "You could stay....."
"Uh, thanks: Ray replied. "Gotta go bowling." He then bolted for the stairs.
Tina shrugged. She understood. She didn't want to be here, either. A few weeks ago, when K.C. suggested that Violet and Felicia get married together, she shrugged it off. A dumb idea. Anyone could see it. Now, with the two wanting to get married at Tina's house, what was she to do? A joint wedding seemed the only answer. But, how to do it? Tina let the warm water run over her, her thoughts racing.
Her reverie was jarred by the ring of the doorbell. Shaking herself off, she turned off the water, and grabbed her big fluffy robe. Answering the door, she saw it was K.C.
"Isn't this EXCITING!" K.C. chirped "I LOVE weddings!"
"Exciting?" Tina thought "Like a pitbull fight?"
"Hi, K.C." Tina deadpanned "Can you put some coffee on, maybe open a bottle of wine"
"But it's not even eleven!" K.C. protested "I think it's early for wine...."
"The coffee's for you, the wine's for ME" Tina replied, heading back upstairs.
By the time she returned, Tina wore a white top, and a gathered floral skirt in a pretty shade of blue. K.C. had brought out coffee, opened a bottle of white wine, and arranged the pastries she had brought from the Italian bakery downtown.
"I LOVE weddings!" K.C. enthused.
"I brought you in, because this was YOUR bright idea." Tina responded
"But, it seemed perfect" K.C. said, somewhat defensively. "Two friends, falling in love, getting married...."
"Two strangers that we happen to know." Tina corrected " One neurotic little cat-slut, and a gay Sara Palin in a dog suit....."
"Now, Tina..." K.C. counseled "They're both very nice people. I'm sure EVERYTHING will be fine...."
"We're not talking people" Tina disagreed "We're talking BRIDES. BRIDES are the scariest creatures on earth. Nobody loves brides. Not even their grooms...."
K.C. was about to respond, when the doorbell rang. It was Felicia.
"Felicia!" K.C. exclaimed, going outside to throw her arms around the slight cat. Felicia wore a goldish slip dress, long, and slit deeply up one side. It was apparent that she wore nothing underneath.
"Hello, Felicia" Tina greeted, giving the young cat a kiss on both cheeks.
While K.C. poured coffee, the doorbell rang again. This time, it was Georgette. She wore a lilac colored shirtdress. Her pregnant belly was already beginning to poke at the front.
"How are you, Mama" Tina greeted.
Georgette sighed.
"OK. Better than with you. With you, I was sick as a dog! Now, it skips a day, mow and then...."
"Maybe you don't want to eat" Tina offered.
"I could eat a horse!" Georgette replied "Besides, I already puked, after your father nailed me in the bathroom!"
"Too much information" Tina thought, leading her Mom to the pastries.
Tina didn't need the doorbell to announce Cousin Violet's arrival. You could hear the open pipes of her Harley blocks away. She parked b y the curb, throwing a leg over the bike, and sauntered to the door. Violet wore very low cut camo bell bottoms, a red tank top, that left her white belly exposed, and a leather jacket, which she threw over the seat of the bike. She left her motorcycle boots at the door, and walked in barefoot.
"Cousin Violet! How nice to see you!" Tina greeted.
Violet returned a warm hug. In spite of their differences, Tina identified with Violet, and the hardships she had faced. Tina empathized with Felicia as well, but there was still a tension to their relationship,
By the time Tina came inside, everyone was chatting, eating, and sharing wine or coffee. "Hmmm." Tina thought "Perhaps this won't be as bad as I thought......"
Tina had poured a glass of wine. A good stiff one. Felicia was having one, too. Much to her surprise, Tina noted that K.C. was drinking wine. At eleven a.m. Tina's mom was having coffee, due to her pregnancy; Violet had coffee too, since she was riding.
"Ladies? Can we all come to the living room? I'd like to talk to you all."
Tina inhaled deeply, preparing for the gathering storm. With everyone seated, and with all eyes on her, began to speak.
"All of you have asked Ray and I to host your weddings. You ALL mean so much to us, we feel honored that you want to have your special day here." Tina continued. "We want to do that for you. But, given our family obligations, and the work involved, we will do that for you. But....." Tina inhaled again "It will have to be in four weeks. And you will have to all do it on the same day."
The room fell silent. No one knew what to say. None of the others knew that the others had made the same request. Once the initial shock wore off, a new shock set in.
"Share a wedding with HER?! Violet growled at Georgette "She's fucked every male in Trenton!"
"Get married with HER?!" Felicia hissed "She was GAY until, what, last week?"
Tina looked at K.C. K.C. rolled her eyes, shrugging her shoulders. Neither knew what to do.
"So, uh, waddaya think?" Tina asked.
Much to their mutual surprise, neither Violet nor Felicia did much but shrug.
"So, it's OK? I mean, the last Saturday in July?"
Both girls nodded.
"Mom?" Tina further inquired
"It's their first" Georgette laughed "I've had MY shot" she said, patting her belly.
With that, the tension seemed to break. Tina continued.
"Now , we've got to plan, cause there isn't much time. I've figured that, at most, we can have one hundred twenty people. Max. So, each of you gets thirty guests. If you want more, you're going to have to bargain with the other two brides. And we'll have thirty 'shared' guests. Everyone will get a say in those. We'll decide on music and menu, and all the rest. Now, who's going to marry you?"
Tina's question was met with blank stares. Neither Violet nor Felicia were really religious, nor where their grooms. Tina knew her Mom was a devout Roman Catholic.
"Mom, do you want a priest?"
Georgette squirmed in her seat.
"I.....I'd feel a little weird, having a wedding, with Father Constantine, you know, in my condition" Georgette patted her belly, something she now did frequently.
Tina had an idea.
"I think I know somebody." She said, smiling.......She was thinking about the Reverend Billy Bob Hargis.......
Billy Bob Hargis was a Bloodhound hybrid. Born dirt poor in the South, he was a piss poor tracker. But what he lacked in tracking he more than made up for as a speaker. Barely a pup, Billy Bob would preach to other hybrids whenever he could. Realizing his talents, his parents capitalized, and he became a staple at revivals and tent meetings across the South. By the time he was an adult, his parents, who invested his earnings, had enough to build Billy bob his first church. Once he had a stabile pulpit, his career really took off. Understanding the power of TV, Billy Bob bought late night time on clear chanel TV stations. His message was simple. "We are ALL flawed dogs!" he would bellow from the pulpit. Tina and Ray used to watch, after late night sex. In the post coital glow, a few drinks in them, they would laugh at the dramatic preacher.
"I AM a flawed dog!" Ray would bellow.
"You are a pretty decent human!" Tina would reply.
So, Tina called Billy Bob Hargis. With her persuasive style, and promise of a generous donation, Billy Bob agreed to do the wedding. On a Wednesday morning, Tina drove Felicia, Georgette, and Violet to the Universal Creator Temple, on the outside of town. The U.C.T. as it was known, was a mega church. With worldwide TV coverage, people fought for a seat at the Sunday morning services. The U.C.T. seated about one hundred, fifty thousand, and every seat was filled on Sunday morning. More a city than a mere church, it offered daycare, a school, various social activities for the hybrid community, and a wide variety activities for it's parishioners.
The building itself was no slouch. It's façade was a model of the Parthenon. It was marble and stucco, in a blazing shade of white. The main sanctuary was bigger than the superdome. When there was a city emergency, Trenton used it as a shelter, for every man, woman and child in the city could fit inside.
On a Wednesday morning, however, the place was quiet. The children were already in class, the busses parked. Tina had no trouble parking the Scion at the front door.
"Holy SHIT!" Violet exclaimed "Is this what Heaven is like"
"Shhhhh!" scolded Georgette "This is God's house! Well, actually, the Catholic church is God's house, but, this is LIKE God's house, at least for hybrids..."
"STOP IT!" Tina scolded, ending the conversation. The four walked through the giant front doors, two stories tall. They entered the great hall, all white marble. A security guard directed them to the reverend's office. They walked down what seemed like miles and miles of halls, just to get there. Once they got there, they were not disappointed. It was like the oval office. The ceilings were tall, the rug was royal blue. Once they checked in with the secretary, they sat silently, like guilty children in the principal's office.
That all changed, when The Right Reverend Billy Bob Hargis exploded into the room.
"Good MORNING!" he bellowed, long ears flapping. "It's a WONDERFUL day in ALL of God's almighty kingdom!" He stood in the outer office, arms outstretched, like Christ on the cross
Scanning the room, he spoke.
"What a LOVELY group of young ladies!" he winked. "I don't think I've ever had a lovelier group of brides". The girls giggled, like, well, girls, even though they knew they were being schmoozed.
"Let us join in prayer" the reverend intoned.
Everyone joined hands, and the reverend lead them in prayer. Once the prayer ended, the preacher made a further request
"Let us confess our sins before each other, and God, the Father Almighty!"
The girls gave each other a sick look. Biting the bullet, Tina spoke first.
"I had premarital sex, and got pregnant."
Billy Bob invoked his influence for divine intervention, and forgiveness.
"I....failed in my wifely duties!" Georgette offered.
Again, forgiveness and intervention was offered.
"Uh, I had sex with girls...."
This time, the Reverend was speechless, staring at Violet with what looked like an odd combination of lust and revulsion. Sensing a coming meltdown, Felicia jumped in.
"I fucked my father. With my twin sister.'
This time, the reverend seemed to be in shock. He just stood there, pale and motionless. Until Felicia spoke again.
"Your turn, Rev....what would YOU confess?" She looked him over carefully."Lustfull thoughts? Maybe......little Beagle pups, shaking their youthful butts at you, just ASKING for it....."
Felicia stood with the reverend, arm on his shoulder, finger running delicately along his jaw.....Summoning all the power within, maybe invoking a little devine aid, he spoke:
"Uh, re, I...uh think that's enough confession."
After a little pleasant conversation, Tina ended the meeting, slipping the wedding details...along with a generous donation....in the preacher's pocket. She then smiled, and ended the meeting.
The ladies walked out in silence. Once outside, it was Tina who spoke.
"Now, wasn't that.....special!"
The tension broken, the girls fell to the ground, convulsed in laughter. When they recovered, something remarkable had happened. The dislike, the rivalries seem to have disappeared. They got in the car and went to lunch, had many drinks, and thoroughly enjoyed themselves. This was a day that they would remember forever.