Epilogue:

As we stood there, clothing drenched, every inch of our bodies covered from head to toe in liquid chocolate, I felt more alive than I had ever before. While standing there, taking it all in, listening to the roar of our crowd of admirers, Ivanna and I were one. Arms intertwined, Ivanna's glorious breasts pressing hard into my chest, my, well, you know what, gouging her stomach, lips clinched in a battle of sensual wonder, tongues darting in and out, I had never felt better in my life. For five long counts I held my breath as I felt the passion of my love. Then, I started licking Vonni's eyes, so she could see again, and when I finished, I felt her chocolate-coated lips on mine.

Finally, able to see, we opened our eyes, she, looking at me, and I seeing her in this most wondrous of views. She grinned, I smiled. Then we both burst out laughing. And the crowd roared their approval.

As we stood there in our embrace, I knew she could feel my erection because it was massive. And I knew she felt the same way, as her nipples gouged my chest.

And then, it was over. Later as we stood outside those two shower rooms, that Mr. Harkins had installed just for this special occasion, we embraced again, so briefly, so passionately, and I said, "I love you Vonni, more than life itself. And I am so sorry for what I did to you."

Her smile told me; all was forgiven. "No, Bobby, it is I who should be asking your forgiveness," Ivanna said with a wistful look, "I was so angry, that I wanted to hurt you, to embarrass you, to shame you. I am so sorry for what I put you through. Please forgive me."

But she knew, from the look on my face, that I already had. "Vonni, I meant what I said, no more 'I win, you lose,' or 'you win I lose.' From now on, it's 'We Win!'" The look on her face told me everything I needed to know.

As we left, in clean clothes provided by Mr. Harkins and the Marquis, that dapper gentleman, always properly attired, stopped us at the front door.

"Ah Mr. Roberto and Ms. Ivanna, I trust your sojourn was everything you wished for?"

"Oh, it was, most definitely, Mr. Harkins," Vonni gushed. And my smile confirmed our reaction to the night's "entertainment."

"Good," our new friend replied, "and I meant what I said, it will be our honor to provide you with the wedding reception of your dreams."

"I do have one question, though," Mr. Harkins continued, "how would you like it. I mean," and he paused, I guess to consider how to phrase the question, "Do you want it to be traditional or would you like us to prepare a special array of messy treats like we did today."

It was weird, because I could see red creeping into Mr. Harkins skin color and onto his face.

"Why Mr. Harkins, I do believe you are blushing," Vonni chuckled. And I laughed at her tongue-in-cheek comment.

"Uh excuse, me," Mr. Harkins was even redder now. "I may not have worded that properly."

"Ya think!" Vonni and I both said simultaneously, again laughing merrily.

"I assure you, I meant no disrespect," the normally so unflappable man said. "I was just trying to find out what you wanted."

Ivanna was the first to respond, as I was still wiping the tears from my eyes. "I know, Mr. Harkins. And we really appreciate everything you have done for us. And continue to do for us."

"What do you think, Bobby? What do you want to do?" Ivanna said looking into my eyes.

"Baby, it's your day. I know how special a wedding is to the bride. I don't want to do anything that will tarnish your memories," I said, looking directly in my future bride's eyes. "It's up to you."

After pausing for more than a moment, my beautiful, fiancé, looked me in the eye, and smiled such a beautiful smile that it actually radiated an existential glow and then turned to Mr. Harkins. "Sir this entire last year has been such a crazy thing to behold. I never, never thought I would find love. To have met this wonderful man," and she turned toward me, once again, "at your establishment, and then everything that has happened since . . ."

I could hear the slight catch in Vonni's voice that told me an emotional cord had been reached. "It has been so crazy . . . that . . . I say LET"S DO CRAZY again."

"What do you think, Bobby?" The love of my life said, with a naughty look in her eyes, "Want to go out with a Bang!"

Ivanna was smiling and now I was laughing. "Why not, Vonni, why not?" Turning to Mr. Harkins, I said, simply, "You have your marching orders, my good man!"