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waited.
    "Amber," Brenda said softly.  "I wouldn't go for Devon first."
    "I'm not 'going' for anybody," I said.
    "Sure you aren't.  But save Devon for later.  He's hung like a horse."  Brenda chewed her gum, being sneaky about it, because if Lisa caught her chewing gum it would make the atom bomb look like a BB gun.  "Devon's cock will rip up your virgin pussy.  I mean really, totally, rip up your pussy!  Tear it wide open.  Just devastate it.  Believe me, I know."
    All that talk of my pussy getting ripped up made the pit of my stomach grew cold, although I couldn't be sure whether it was from fear or excitement.  And what was with prim and proper Brenda?  First she warned me about Javier's predilection for anal, and how much it would hurt, and now she was warning me about Devon's huge cock.  Was Brenda a secret sexual corsair?  And why was she feeding me tips?
    I didn't get a chance to ask Brenda any questions, because the photographer got his camera set and took our picture, and then told us to step aside, so he could shoot more shots of the bride and groom.
    Loitering around, we watched the photographer pose Chet and Lisa.  We were on standby in case he wanted bridesmaids or ushers again.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Devon watching me carefully.  My heart raced once more, and my stomach clenched. 
    "Hey, Amber," Cassie hissed into my ear.  She held my bare arm tightly.
    "Yeah?" I replied, keeping my eyes on Devon.
    "I can help you out,” Cassie whispered.  “Come with me.  They don't need us here anymore."  Her hand slid down my arm and clasped my narrow wrist.  Off we went at Cassie’s fast trot.  Was I out of this mess already?  Hallelujah!  Cassie’s legal mind must have finally agreed that this was a way disproportionate response.  Outstanding!
    "Okay," I said, rushing to keep up with her.  "Hey, slow down, Flo Jo.  I'm going to break an ankle."
    "Sorry," Cassie said.  "But we have to hurry."  Hooray!  My old study-buddy was coming through for me.  I didn't expect to get help from any of the bridesmaids, so this was a pleasant surprise.  Maybe Cassie realized it wasn't that big a deal, what I'd done.  My eyes shot back, searching for Devon in the crowd.
    "Let's go," Cassie said.  "Hurry up."  Boy, Cassie was fast, even without her red Keds on.  But Cassie was providing me an escape.  For that, I’d run a marathon in heels.

 
    CHAPTER TWELVE
    Cassie led me into the restored barn that served as the B&B's catering hall.  To call it a barn was to undersell it.  The first five feet of its outer walls were mortared New England stone, and the roofline soared fifty feet over our heads.  The floor was wide-planked hardwood, polished to a high shine.  This must have been some fine estate in its day, before the real estate vultures carved it up.
    The cocktail hour was underway.  The party consisted of over two hundred guests in all, and the barn could easily accommodate twice that.  Management had even used folding screens to seal off parts of the barn, alcoves mainly, so the wedding area would feel cozier.  They could probably have accommodated a party of three hundred easily.  Waiters and waitresses snaked through the crowd carrying trays of appetizers.
    I wondered why Cassie was leading me through the bulk of the wedding party, and then supposed she was trying to get us lost in the crowd.  There had to be a rear exit—maybe we were heading there.  Almost everyone was still milling about and hadn't taken their seats.  Once the photographer was done with Lisa and Chet, they'd make their big entrance into the barn and get the celebration started.  But for now, people mingled and enjoyed the cocktail hour.
    Cassie pulled me to a far corner of the barn, right behind one of the open bars.  Free liquor—classy!  From the look of the line at the open bar, this party was going to be quite lively.
    We moved past the bar.  Cassie was leading me to the alcove behind