It's the summer break, and for the first time in his life, Mike would rather stay in the bloody classroom.<br><br>It's wedding season, and Mike is doomed to spend all summer sipping cheap champagne and pretending he likes tiny portions of posh food. From the passive-aggressive torment of Mike's mother-in-law to the insulting incredulity of his colleagues over what his mysterious husband actually looks like, Mike would voluntarily teach sex education to fourteen-year-olds for the rest of his life if it would only get him out of one more wedding. Even his husband in a kilt isn't going to save this one.<br><br>But there's nothing like watching someone else get hitched to remind him of where he's come from ... and where he's determined to go from here.

Married Ones

“Ladies and gentlemen,” rumbled the usher, “pray silence for the best man.”


“I don’t know about that,” Mike said, and a titter spread around the gardens. “Am I the only one who wasn’t sure what to make of the wedding invite? Who the hell are Suzette and Victoria?”


Vikki flipped him off. Her new wife slapped her arm down.


“Oh, there we are, Suze is the girl, got it,” Mike said, giving them a thumbs up. “Alright, alright. Ladies and gents, for those of you who don’t know me, I am the wife’s stepbrother. Unfortunately my staid old chap of a stepfather came as a package deal. And if he was the luxury holiday, Vikki is the twelve hour flight in front of a screaming baby to punish you for booking it.”


Suitably warmed up, Mike took a long look down both barrels, and fired.


Chapter 45