Not quite a Honeymoon 5

Isabelle cuddled closer against Mike as they watched Bishop open an iron door secured by a number code. They had followed the Secret Agent along several corridors and now were in the velar of the palace. The air was a bit chilly down here and she felt that despite all its beauty, her dress did little to keep her warm.

»Don`t worry, most of the rogues you are going to see now are dead!«, Mike whispered.

»I am not afraid, I am just cold!«, Isabelle protested. Mike, seeing that Bishop still had his back turned towards them, looked down on her.

»And I thought it was my presence!«

She felt his finger encircle her hardened nipple and she playfully slapped his hand.

»If there a really rogues, maybe, you should just stay there!«

The door opened and Bishop made an inviting gesture. Behind the door, lights went on, revealing a long corridor. As they entered, they saw it was indeed a gallery of paintings. They were all portraits, showing men and a few women dressed in the fashion of gone centuries.

»Since the times of Elizabeth I.«, Bishop explained, »every man or woman who deserved the monarch`s respect for serving our country, but could not be honoured in public, will get a portrait that is kept here, so his or her legacy will last the centuries to come!«

Isabelle vaguely remembered that the Buckingham Palace had been built later, but according to the paintings, the tradition seemed indeed to go back into the 16th century.

»There! I knew it!«

Mike pointed at a portrait showing a young man in Elizabethan clothing. A brass plaque told them it was Christopher Marlowe. Isabelle knew that he had been a playwright who had died in a pub brawl, but according to the information on the plaque, he had also served as an agent – and survived said brawl by a few decades.

They walked on and occasionally, they discovered other persons they knew had a reputation for other things than serving Great Britain. It was fascinating, but as they had reached the 20th century and Mike admired a painting showing a young Christopher Lee, she also felt slightly disappointed: Mike had risked his life more than once and all he got was a free meal and a guided trip through that gallery.

The last meters of the walls were empty; obviously, the British Empire expected to last a few years longer. There was an alarm protected door at the end, but Bishop stood by a smaller door beside it and waited for them, showing an enigmatic smile.

They entered a small room that surprised them by being much better heated. On a small table stood a carafe and a few crystal glasses and behind it, two men were waiting. To Isabelle`s surprise, none of them was wearing a suit.

Bishop introduced her and Mike and then said:

»These are Mr. Carlyle, our photographer, and Mr. Dwight, our painter!«

Whilst he filled the glasses, Isabelle understood and she felt Mike`s grip on her hand tighten.

»Y-You mean-«

»Yes, Miss Marceau!«, Bishop answered, handing her a glass, »today, Mr. Dunbar will become a member of the illustrious circle of persons portrayed in the gallery! And, since he said that he wouldn`t have gotten that far without you, you two will start your life together by sharing a canvas!«

They toasted and Isabelle could see that Mike really was touched by the honour. However, it was her who suddenly had to fight back tears. Gallantly, Bishop reached her his handkerchief.

»We have a bathroom here, if you want to refresh your makeup, Miss Marceau. After all, you will have to endure my company for a few minutes whilst Mr. Dunbar has to change his clothes!«

Mike frowned. After all, the suit hadn`t been cheap. Bishop once more smiled enigmatically and pointed at a desk where a flat cardboard box was waiting. On Bishop`s invitation, he opened it and saw a parade uniform.

»As said, we can`t honour you by a real medal, but since you have served in our troops and got honourably discharged, we could at least get you promoted – Captain Dunbar!«

He saluted and Mike repeated the gesture. Then, they shook hands and, bending protocol a bit, Isabelle kissed him. Bishop interrupted them by clapping his hands.

»You have to put on your uniform, Captain! And – before Mr. Carlyle and Mr. Dwight start keeping your image for the future, you should remove that lipstick from the corner of your mouth!«

***

At the living room of Adele`s mansion, she and Amy lolled on a vast couch whilst Alinda sat in one of the armchairs. Each woman held a glass containing Champaign and they were looking at the big TV screen in front of them.

The two video clips each lasted some 20 seconds, but whilst Adele had watched the one showing Mathilda just once, she repeatedly enjoyed how Julie had to smile into the camera, presenting her ample, naked breasts.

»That was great work, girls! Amy, before you two may retire, just tell me one last time how you left the bitch behind for that Mike to find!«

Though she had done so twice already, Amy did as she was told. Adele had showed her gratitude by paying her and Alinda 10K each and in addition, she also enjoyed memorizing the scene. Adele closed her eyes as she listened to her.

Little later, when Amy and Alinda had withdrawn, she leaned back and once again started the video, pressing on »endless repeat«. When Julie`s breasts appeared on the screen, her hand wandered under her skirt.

***

Julie ached. When the two women had left, she and Mathilda had shortly struggled, only to find out that there was no chance of getting free. Unfortunately, the zip tie forcing her to raise her hands had not been fixed to the shower head itself, which would have come off if she had pulled hard enough. Instead, Amy had tied it to the solid eyelet that was screwed into the wall. Perhaps, if she had tried to hang from it with their combined weight, the zip tie would have broken, but Julie was afraid of crushing through the shower`s glass walls and landing on the floor then.

So, since picking on their wrist bonds had neither gotten her nor Mathilda anywhere, they had just tried to move as little as possible and to wait for time to pass. Both were sweating from the heat of their naked bodies pressed together and Julie felt Mathilda`s breasts press against her ribcage whilst the smaller woman`s head was embedded between her own boobs. Occasionally, one of them mewed or sighed. Julie, who was gagged with her own used panties, found it especially hard how her gag forced her to drool and she had to swallow from time to time.

»Why are they so mean? They seem to find great glee in humiliating us, especially me!«

Julie was leaning against the tiled wall, trying to take some strain from her arms and shoulders. However, there was still Mathilda. The petite girl weighed some 100 lbs, but she was standing on her insteps and as time had passed, it had become more and more inconvenient.

»Mhhmph!«

She weakly moved her feet a bit. Mathilda looked up to her, her brown eyes reflecting both fear and exhaustion.

»Mhhmm?«

Again, Julie moved her feet and finally, Mathilda understood. However, since they were tied together, she could not get off Julie`s insteps. She shifted her feet a bit, but that only sent strays of pain through Julie`s feet.

Suddenly, Mathilda`s arms, who were slung around Julie, tightened. Julie mewed and Mathilda responded by looking at her, desperately trying to communicate through her gag and with her eyes. Then, the girl pulled herself upwards the little their tight bondage allowed.

This pressed her nude frond even harder against Julie`s, but indeed, it took considerable weight from the Black`s insteps. Julie let out a deep, long groan of relief and tried to enjoy how circulation turned back into her feet – for about a minute when the girl could not keep up the tension any longer and sank back.

It promised to be a very long night.

***

Neither Mike nor Isabelle would have thought that modelling for a portrait would be strenuous. Luckily, the reason why there had been a photographer and a painter had been one of efficiency. Once the two had been positioned, Carlyle took several photos whilst Dwight made some sketches. Like that, he would be able to finish the portrait without the two of them having to model another time.

»My Maman will never forgive me that I am a British heroine now!«, Isabelle complained. Though it wasn`t that late, they were sitting in a taxi, on their way back to the hotel. She was leaning against Mike who had draped his jacket over her; he had pretended to protect her from the cold, but in addition, he now could touch her without irritating the cab driver.

»He, don`t talk like that about my future mother in law!«, Mike replied and Isabelle shook her head, smiling and cuddling closer against him. She still couldn`t believe that soon, she would be married. However, the idea reminded her of something.

»How do you think about surprises, Captain Dunbar?«

He had changed back into his civilian clothes, but somehow, Isabelle liked his new rank. Perhaps because when they first had met, she had been a Captain, too, though it had been only honorary and Police instead of Military. Mike turned towards her.

»Depends on whether you are involved in them? Are you planning to celebrate the promotion of your future husband?«

He had switched into French, so the cab driver would not overhear their conversation. Isabelle changed her position so she was literally draped over him and their faces were only inches away from each other.

»I am involved in it, but it also means we have to separate for some time!«

She had always complained that Mike loved making a show out of revealing news and now, she could pay him back.

»How long?«

»Depends on the Underground connections, but I`d say some five to seven hours! However, I will have to get up tomorrow at 6. I know it sounds a little strange, but I think you will like the result!«

Mike, who knew that Isabelle`s number of persons she could meet to organize any surprises was limited, asked:

»Will a certain former neighbour of me be involved. A beautiful Indian who created this wonderful piece of art to fit a goddess?«

His hand brushed over the smooth silk of her dress and landed on her buttock, pulling her closer to him. Isabelle nodded, a bit disappointed that he had found out so easily. However, when Mike asked her whether she and Lalita were looking for a wedding dress, she cocked her head and smiled enigmatically.

»Something like that!«

It was a harmless white lie and she knew that Mike would like the surprise, though she still felt a bit awkward about Lalita`s idea.

»The shop opens at 10:30 am! Just be there asap, and we will have two to three hours for ourselves!«, Lalita had said and Isabelle had agreed on it.

So, at the hotel, they ordered breakfast for 5:30 am. Inside the elevator, Mike whispered into Isabelle`s ear:

»Now, we should try to find some sleep. However, I am so excited about your surprise. Do you have an idea how I could get tired soon?«

»Camomile tea?«, Isabelle proposed, pretending not to understand his subtext.

»Before or afterwards?«, Mike replied and kissed her before she could even think of saying »Instead!«.

***

Alinda smiled when she looked at her smart phone. She was still lying in her bed, but still thinking about how they could continue their game. Technically, it was Adele`s game, and now, with the appearance of Mike, it had become Amy`s game, too, but Alinda more and more got intrigued by it, too.

She had spent a short visit to the hotel where Mike and Isabelle were residing. There, she had told the clerk that she was part of the group that was organizing a hen night for Isabelle and therefore, they needed to know when the two would leave the hotel the next day. Of course, without either of them knowing that they were planning something.

The story had sounded both harmless and plausible and since Alinda had also given the young man 50 Pound, he had agreed on sending her an email once he knew.

According to the clerk, the two had ordered breakfast for 5:30. She cursed, since that meant getting up even earlier for the Triple A group, but she sent the information to the others before she tried to find a few hours of sleep.

***

Julie blinked and could not believe she had managed to doze off. And yet, it seemed that some time had passed since she had last tried to figure out how late it was.

Her arms, stretched above her head for what seemed ages, now hardly hurt, for they had grown numb. The tape provided a little padding against the zip tie, but more or less hanging on her wrists had almost cut off circulation. Julie could also no longer feel her feet, except for her toes being ice cold, despite the heat in the shower cabin that had even caused the walls to get foggy.

Julie raised her head a bit. She sharply inhaled as this sent pain through her aching neck and her forehead itched where it had rested on Mathilda`s head. The other girl still stood leaning against her, but now obviously was only kept in a vertical position by the rounds of tape binding them together. Mathilda let out a small sound and moved her head a bit, but obviously was unconscious or asleep.

»My breasts must be ideal pillows!«

The thought caused Julie to giggle, what came out as a cough. The gag stuffing her mouth had soaked off all saliva and her mouth felt parched. In addition, the panties still tasted vile. Julie tried to straighten, to even change her position, but it felt as if she was made of rubber and Mathilda was weighing a ton.

»If we aren`t dead by the morning, we will be seriously injured!«

Julie felt still overheated, but now, they were both dehydrated from having sweated profusely. She looked up to the shower head above her head. Gagged as she was, she wouldn`t be able to drink, but a shower would help her to regain some strength. Just enough to survive until Mike would find them.

A shower! Julie moaned and squirmed until Mathilda responded and weakly raised her head.

»Mmhhmmmph! Uuhhmmmm!«

Julie rolled her eyes and looked up to the shower head. Then, she collected all her remaining strength, bit down on her gag and strained her arm muscles. She literally collapsed from the effort, but she had managed to shift her position, so her back was now showing towards the shower`s instruments.

»Uuuhhmmmmm! Mmhhmmmm!«

Even moaning was now straining and Julie felt she was about to faint. She once again looked at the ceiling and then, whilst she was already seeing points dance in front of her eyes, she felt that Mathilda was moving her arms and tried to reach for the instruments behind Julie`s back.

»Mhrrrrrrrr!«

»Hhhhrrrrrrrrmmmmm!«

A gush of ice cold water hit them and both girls twitched and squealed. They gasped and panted and finally, despite Julie`s squirming, Mathilda managed to turn off the water again. However, it had worked. They were now both shivering and when she looked down at Mathilda, Julie`s eyes fell on her nipples that now had grown hard and erect. But the cold water had also revived them and though their situation hadn`t improved much, Julie was now certain that they would prevail until rescue would come.

»I will maybe die from embarrassment when Mike has to free us, but at least, I won`t die naked, bound and gagged in my own shower!«

***

Shortly after 6 am, Isabelle left the hotel – alone. Amy, who was sitting behind their car`s wheel, frowned.

»Trouble in paradise?«

However, this was one of the scenarios they had anticipated and seconds after Isabelle had passed the car, Alinda got out and followed her on foot. Since the redhead didn`t know her, she could even get into the same Underground and inform Amy via WhatsApp where they were going.

Adele also left the car, but only to walk over to her own. Since she knew that Mike would go to Julie`s apartment, she would get there and observe the building. Mike had no idea who she was and she would take care that neither Mathilda nor Julie would see her.

Mathilda! The petite journalist had seen her and also knew her first name. If she decided that what Amy and Alinda had done to her wasn`t worth keeping Julie`s trust, she would perhaps talk. However, it would then still be the question whether Julie would tell her about her and Adele`s past.

»Bitch!«, Adele spat as she started her car.

***

»If Belle is allowed to have secrets, then I may keep mine for a little longer, too!«

Mike had shared breakfast with Isabelle who just had left. So far, he hadn`t told her about his talk with Julie N`Kono and since she would be out until lunch anyway, he could also visit the Black and talk to her before he made his final decision.

»Why does someone attack a small newspaper, though they have just had an exclusive story?«

He had quickly checked the headlines of some newspapers and seen that the Pearce scandal was already ceasing to raise interest. So, even if nothing had happened, »Changing World« would have gone back to business as usual in a few weeks. Laila`s investigations perhaps had enabled Julie to pay her few employees a few Grands each, but that wasn`t a reason for a serious criminal action.

However, the criminals had also not tried to protect Pearce in any way. For him, nothing had changed, he would still have to face a few years, even if he spent his last money on a top lawyer.

»And so, I am more intrigued by another woman`s affairs than a man on his trial honeymoon should be!«

He rummaged through his suitcase and opened a secret place where he had hidden his revolver. The British laws concerning weapons were quite strict, but he decided that as an honorary Captain and clandestine hero, he could bend the laws a bit. He put on his beloved leather jacket and left the hotel room.

***

Lalita was already waiting in front of the shop in the now quite empty street and when she spotted Isabelle, she waved and the two women hugged. Despite knowing each other for just a day, it felt to Isabelle as if she had found a new friend. She told the Indian that, though the audience had been small, everyone had admired her dress.

»I gave your address to a real Admiral`s wife! Maybe, you will soon make dresses for the Royal Navy!«

»Have you told her about the Panty-Monium, too?«, Lalita asked and with a smile, Isabelle shook her head. Mrs. Steele had been very nice, but it would have been a bit strange to ask her whether she would like to have some designer underwear.

Lalita opened a narrow door beside the shop`s window and they walked along a long corridor that went around a few corners before they were standing in front of Lalita`s studio. Now, Isabelle sighed deeply and Lalita asked:

»You are not telling me that you will chicken out, are you?«

Isabelle shook her head. She looked at the door and asked:

»And you are sure nobody will disturb us?«

Lalita patted her shoulder.

»Benisha won`t show up before the next three hours and even then, she will be in the shop. It`s just the two of us!«

Lalita began to arrange her camera and the spotlight and Isabelle took off her jacket, hanging it to a hook at the door. Then, she slipped out of her shoes and took off her sweater. Lalita asked:

»Would it help you if I took off my clothes, too?«

»Eh?«

Lalita smiled:

»You know, I can`t afford professional models for my shoots and so, I sometimes persuade girls I know – and some of them are as shy as you! Anyway, some of them were less self-conscious when they were not the only person in the room that went au naturelle!«

Obviously, Lalita took Isabelle`s silence as a »Yes« and whilst Isabelle was taking off her T-Shirt, followed by her trousers, she had stripped down to her bra and panties. When Isabelle removed her socks, she felt a bit as if Lalita was measuring her up with her eyes.

»Off with the bra, Ginger!«, she ordered in a passable parody of a sleazy gangster and Isabelle giggled as she obeyed, but only after she had once again checked that the door was closed. Lalita reached behind her back and asked:

»You want me to remove mine, too?«

»No, thanks!«

However, she had to admit that she felt a little less inconvenient with Lalita also only wearing underwear. She turned her back towards the Indian and slowly peeled down her panties. Then, she turned back towards her. Reflexively, Isabelle covered her bareness with her arms, but Lalita told her to lower her arms.

»There`s nothing to be afraid of, Belle! The only one except me that will see you is Ozzie – and I guess that you haven`t delayed everything until wedding night!«

Isabelle, remembering her first night with a veritable Captain of the Royal Marines, smiled and shook her head, blushing slightly. Lalita added:

»And even if someone would see the pictures, they wouldn`t know it`s you! I mean, how do you think I am promoting most of my products?«

Isabelle knew that, though she occasionally hired amateur models to show how her panties looked on black or white skin, most of the time, she created her catalogue using a self-timer.

It had been Lalita`s idea to create a special calendar for Mike. Exclusively for Mike. Isabelle would be on every picture, but with changing backgrounds and wearing twelve different panties, referring to the month. And, the calendar would only show her from belly to thigh, focussing on her panty-clad middle.

»Ozzie will love it! Consider it my wedding gift – together with the panties, of course!«

Of course, Isabelle had been reluctant, but Lalita could be quite persuasive. She had told her that she had already produced similar calendars – not for some random guys, but for some of her customers who wanted to surprise their boyfriends or husbands.

»You sure know that most Hindus are quite conservative and modest. At least in public. But that doesn`t mean we don`t also have a kinky side!«

And so, Isabelle had agreed after Lalita had promised her that she would not publish any of the photos. Now, she instinctively shied back as the Indian approached with what looked like a rope, but it was just a measuring band.

Not the least shy, but also not acting creepy, Lalita measured her waist and hips. Then, she asked Isabelle to slightly part her legs. For a moment, she had a terrible déjà vu of ropes brutally bisecting her crotch, but Lalita just quickly measured the distance from below her navel to above her butt without touching her more than a little.

»You can sure rely on elastic bands, but if you want them to really fit, you have to do exact measurements!«

Isabelle looked down on her middle that gave proof of yet another change in her appearance. A few weeks ago, the criminals who had kidnapped her had shaved off her pubic hair, leaving only a small strip of hair. It had been a mean practical joke, for after that, she had been hooded and they had made her sister`s girlfriend believe that she was Samantha.

She had hated the very look of what she knew was called a »landing strip«, and of course, Mike had noticed her concerns.

»Well, it will grow back soon – unless you decide to finish what this mean woman has started!«

Usually, Isabelle would have been appalled by such an idea, but Mike had said it after he had just proved her that her newly hairless spots were more sensitive to his kisses and so, she had decided to accept Mike`s offer to become her »Coiffeur pour la bas«. And since then, Isabelle had gotten more and more used to her new look, though she still felt a bit kinky whenever she saw herself in the mirror.

»What has happened to me? One year ago, I felt awkward if a man looked at my breasts when I had to bend over a table and now, I am doing an erotic calendar for my fiancé!«

Lalita told her to sit down whilst she rummaged through a few drawers and then went to her sewing machine. She had told Isabelle that she had the front and back panels of her products pre-produced and would then sew them together, according to the measurements of the respective customer.

She worked quickly and after just a few minutes, she handed Isabelle a pair of panties. She put them on and indeed, they felt more convenient than those she usually wore. Lalita pointed at a mirror and Isabelle admired her new underwear.

On the first look, they were just plain panties, though they were made of finest silk. They were of a light ice blue that were iridescent in the light, and the waist and the leg openings were adorned by a white lace that resembled icicles.

»They are beautiful – and they are fitting perfectly!«

»The model is called »January« – simple, but fitting! You may get over and try the self-timer! Get used to act in front of the camera whilst I finish of the other eleven months!«

The rattle of the sewing machine drowned all sounds coming from outside. In addition, the two women approaching the door of Lalita`s studio were sneaking carefully.

»Lolly`s Panty-Monium?«, Amy whispered when she saw the sign at the door. Alinda took out her phone, scanned the QR-code at the sign and then, the two women looked with a mixture of amusement and disbelief at Lalita`s website.

»Tailor-made panties! That`s what I call a market gap!«, Alinda whispered. Amy, who only too well remembered how Mike had gagged her with another woman`s panties, though not tailor-made, looked more grimly. From behind the door, they heard that the sewing machine had stopped and now, two women were chatting and giggling.

Alinda and Amy put their masks over their heads. Then, Alinda reached for the door handle whilst Amy raised her gun.

»Surprise!«, she purred as Alinda opened the door and she aimed at the two girls, one in her bra and panties, the other topless.

***

»I hope that she has some coffee ready!«, Mike yawned as he reached the building where Julie lived. He had sent her a message that he was on his way and when he had checked his phone, he saw that Julie hadn`t read it yet.

From their previous contact, he knew that she hadn’t disabled the function that turned the hooks blue once the message was read. He was a bit early, but he wondered whether the Black was still sleeping.

He rang the bell, but nobody answered. Frowning, Mike entered the lobby and walked up the stairs. At Julie`s door, he saw the first sign that something was not as it should be.

A sock had been pulled over the doorknob. Though he had had a single room when he had been at the college, Mike had seen enough US series to know that this was a synonym for »please do not disturb!«

»Well, if you and Mathilda want to be alone, you should have sent me a message!«

He tried the door and wasn`t that surprised it went open easily, for someone had pulled down the small lever. Mike looked over his shoulder if he was alone; then, he drew his revolver before he entered the corridor.

»If someone is waiting for me, they know I am here anyway, since I rang!«, he thought and so, he said Julie`s name in a lowered tone whilst he checked the three doors around him. On one of them, a pair of panties hung at the door handle.

»What a way of greeting a man who is engaged to be married!«

Mike quickly checked the other rooms before he returned for the one with the panties. It had the light switch outside, indicating it was the bathroom. Slowly, he opened the door.

His eyes fell on the glass cabin of the shower. The glass was foggy, but he could see something in it. Something the size of a human being, and the colour was both flesh and brown.

Mike opened the shower and saw Julie, hanging from the ceiling on her bound wrists. Her head had sunken to her chest – or rather on the head of another woman, obviously Mathilda, embracing her. The two were wrapped with rounds of tape and both seemed to have fainted.

He cut the zip tie fixing Julie`s wrists to the ceiling and then carefully lowered the two women to the bathroom floor. Now, Mathilda slightly moved and Mike removed the tape encircling the two wet bodies. Once he had also freed Mathilda`s wrists, he could roll her aside and his eyes fell on Julie. She was still unconscious, but her heaving breasts showed that she was breathing.

»Uuhmmmm!«

Mathilda moved and with weak fingers, she reached for her gag. Mike helped her to remove the tape and plucked a nerf ball from her mouth. Some saliva dripped from the panting girl`s mouth and Mike placed her back inside the shower, turned it on lukewarm and let some water rinse on the girl that was naked except for a tiny thong.

He then turned back to Julie and untied her wrists, giving them a cursory massage before turning to her gag. When he had removed the tape, her eyelids fluttered. Mike saw that a thin strap was tied between her lips and when he had removed that, he could pull on the dense packing that stuffed the Black`s oral cavity.

The gag turned out to be a quite substantial pair of panties and Mike wondered why Julie was wearing a tiny thong that seemed to be one or two numbers too small for her and barely covered her sex. Now, Julie really opened her eyes and Mike took a towel, moistened it in the shower where Mathilda had regained enough strength to sit up and to cover her breasts with one arm, and then rubbed over Julie`s face and chest.

»Uuughh!«

»Actually, it`s ›Mike‹!«, he said with a grin and then saw Julie`s glasses hang from her ear. With a dry edge of the towel, he cleaned them and placed them on her nose. Then, he helped her to sit up and lean against the wall.

»Don`t go away, Jolie Julie!«

Mike went to her sleeping room and guessed that she would forgive him disrespecting her privacy as he chose a pair of fresh panties and a T-Shirt for her, though he could not help having a quick look at her choice of underwear. He guessed that the thong wasn`t hers, a thought that hardened when he found Mathilda`s bag beside the couch and took a T-Shirt and panties for her, too.

In the bathroom, Julie had managed to get into the shower, too, and the two girls were sitting side by side, enjoying the refreshing power of the water. Mike put the clothes at the sink and said:

»I will now prepare some coffee whilst you two make yourself look presentable!«

At the kitchen, he found coffee, milk and sugar and he prepared two mugs of strong, sweet coffee and one just with some milk for himself. He also filled two big glasses with water and whilst he looked if Julie also had some liquor, he thought by himself:

»I just hope that this isn`t an omen for my real honeymoon!«

***