"Now?"

"You bet," I said. "Get your dress ready. I have to run a couple of errands and we'll head out as soon as I get back."

"We're going to get married?" Barbra asked. "Seriously?"

"Never been more serious, baby," I said as I headed out the door.

*****

Peter and I worked up some sweat as he lay beneath me.

"You really don't love her?"

I kissed him on the neck. "Would I do this to you, if I was in love with her?"

He moaned with pleasure. "Guess not."

"I used to," I said, as I rubbed against him, "But she's too possessive. I like my freedom."

"Obviously."

"You're different."

"How?" he asked, bucking his hips up against mine.

"You listen to me, but you have something to say, too. Instead of...uh, her yammering crap."

What was I going to say? In reality, Peter was as disposable as Barbra, but his time hadn't come yet.

Her's had.

"This is so new to me," said Peter, the look in this face concentrated and excited. "Our relationship. I'm not gay--"

"Neither am I," I said.

"This started as an experiment, but it's become something more." His mouth opened and I could tell he was close.

My favorite moment.

"You don't have to love me Peter."

We climaxed. I leaned forward and kissed his open mouth.

And I said it. I couldn't believe it. But I actually sounded sincere. "I'm in love for both of us."

*****

We drove fast and it took Barbra and I only a couple of hours to get to Vegas.

The Minister was dressed like Elvis and it took fifteen minutes. I was a married man now and I owned Mocha Daze.

Let the real "fun" begin.