“I guess it’s because it’s our last day here.”, I replied.

“That’s right. What are you going to do today?”

“Amy wants to see some more of Santa Fe. So I figured we’d run down, see grandma for a little while. Then go to Santa Fe for a while. Then go back and say so long to grandma.”

Once we were ready, we walked to the restaurant and had breakfast. We had told my aunt, uncle, and mother what we were going to do for breakfast. And just as we were finishing our breakfast, they joined us. We talked while Amy and I finished our meal. Then as we were getting ready to leave Uncle Paul asked, “Are you ready for today?”

As we usually did on Saturday, Amy and I slept in. Amy’s dad had gone to play golf and we were up just before he came back home. And we ate lunch with her mom and dad. Then her mother put us to work. With their bridge club coming this evening, the house needed to be cleaned. They usually played bridge in the basement rec room, so we spent time cleaning in there. Then we helped give the rest of the house a cleaning, and since it wasn't very dirty, so it didn't take long.

We sat down and talked about the incident and my feelings. I told Dr. Grunewald about being afraid of being on campus at night, and that I was always looking over my shoulder. Then how I’d finally remembered the details of the incident, except that I couldn’t see the guy’s faces. She asked me some questions and took a lot of notes.

She then talked about possibly trying hypnosis to help me see their faces and to help me relax. She also said that it might take the capture of the guys that did it before I would entirely be at ease.

Then my family and friends had surprised me. I’d had a wedding. A wedding where I was the bride and Amy was the groom. All I can say is, it was a wonderful experience.

Amy rolled over, looked at me, and asked, “Honey. What’s wrong?”

“This whole photo shoot thing.”, I replied.

“Still worried about someone figuring out that you’re a boy?”

“Kind of, and I don’t like that woman.”

“Miss Devon?”

“Yeah. There’s just something about her.”

“I know. I don’t care for her either.”

“I don’t know if I can do this or not.”

With the convertible, we didn’t even have to get out of the car. So, the four of us sat in the car. I was cuddled up with Amy, and Maria and Mark were cuddled together in the back seat. As we waited for the show to start, I whispered to Amy, “It looks like it’s gotten a little more serious between Maria and Mark.”

“It has.”, Amy whispered back. “Maria thinks he just might be the one.”

As the fireworks started, I pulled Amy closer. After the show, we took Maria and Mark home. Then we headed to Amy’s house. As we usually did, during good weather, we sat in the driveway for a little while before going inside.

As we sat in the car, in an almost a whisper, Amy asked, “Honey. When can we do it?”

Amy and I both said, “Hi mom.”

That put a smile on my mother’s face. Then she said, “Tom. There’s something on your bed for you.”

“What?”, I asked.

“Just go and look.”

Amy and I walked back to my room, and there was a bag, from the store where my mom works, on my bed. I walked over to it, looked inside, and there was a box inside. I took the box out, set it on my bed, and removed the top.