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"Have a glass of water," she offered, trying to place the cup in his hand. "Now Jake," she warned him, as her friend became more serious in his gaze, "you're obviously not yourself right now. Why don't you sit down in the living room and I'll bring you some coffee?"

Jake, however, did not listen to her. Before she knew what was going on, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. It was just a small kiss, but it left both of them temporarily dazed.

"Now I know you're drunk," she said, retreating to the living room.

Jake followed her, and grabbed her by the hand. Abby quickly pulled it free from his grasp.

"The room is spinnnning," Jake suddenly announced, reeling where he stood. The ex-convict stumbled to his room and climbed onto the bed-- shoes and all.

With a sigh of relief, Abby followed him down the hallway.

"I don't think that's good for the tuxedo," she commented, a little hesitantly. "Jake? Can you hear me?"

When Abby saw that he was asleep, she went to her room and changed out of her borrowed evening dress and into a nightgown and robe. Abby fixed herself a cup of hot coffee, and worked at her fly tying table for the next hour. When she began to have trouble keeping her eyes open, she turned off the bedroom light and climbed into bed.

"What a strange day," she mused before falling asleep.

The young woman rarely ever had vivid dreams, but that night, she dreamt that someone was standing over her, and caressing her face. Suddenly, Abby opened her eyes. It wasn't a dream. From the light of the hall, she could see Jake by her bedside, reaching out to touch her face once more.

"I think you'd better go back to your room," she advised the young man.

Jake knelt down on the floor and kissed Abby. This time, it wasn't a small kiss. Trying to think clearly, Abby pushed him away. Her heart began to race as Jake closed the bedroom door. The aquarium light was off, making it impossible for her to see what was going on. In the darkness, she could hear him moving on the other side of the room.

"Jake?" she called to him. "What are you doing?" Suddenly, she felt the mattress give and realized that Jake was getting into bed with her. "Shouldn't we talk about this first?" she mumbled weakly, as he kissed her once more. With her resistance gone, Abby and Jake spent the night together as husband and wife. It was an odd honeymoon, but then again, they were no ordinary couple.

Hours later, Abby awoke from her sleep to find that Jake wasn't beside her. Groggily, she looked at the digital clock and saw that it was six in the morning. Abby climbed out of bed, wincing with soreness as she slowly walked down the hallway to Jake's room. Once there, she found that his door was ajar-- as was his habit, so Abby could easily get to him should he have a flashback in his sleep. The young woman peered inside and discovered Jake sound asleep in his own bed, oblivious to the morning light that was filtering into the room through the window. It was a work day, and they were running late, but Abby decided to let him sleep a little longer, until she had breakfast ready.

Still feeling herself in a dream, Abby returned to her room and was about to make her bed when she found a blood stain on the sheets. She knew she wasn't in her period, and quickly realized why she was so sore. Abby remembered her father talking about the old Jewish custom of saving the bed sheets to prove that the bride had been a virgin on her wedding night. Suddenly, Abby was awake. The reality of what she and Jake had done the night before seemed all too real.

"What am I going to tell my parents?" she wondered out loud, wincing as she sat down on the bed. Abby tried to fight back the panic she was beginning to feel. The problem was, no declaration of love had been made by either of them the night before, but it had been implied-- hadn't it? Abby quickly slipped her grandmother's wedding band onto her finger. Somehow, it made her feel better.

With the morning growing even later, Abby gingerly dressed herself and went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. After setting the flame under the scrambled eggs on the stove, Abby retrieved Jake's tuxedo from the floor of her room and laid it neatly across the chair in his bedroom. Then she tiptoed to his bed.
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