Mostly pagan, certainly wild. Fourteen days and nights of cavorting in the forests outside of the town. Two hundred people of various shapes and sizes who should have had more sense. All out of their senses. Crazy love, mental love, love, love, love. The whole thing was just a pure love fest, puking aside, it was exactly what the two Peters had wanted to mark their special occasion. Jessie had no small part in bringing it all together for them.
Some ten days into the celebrations Jessie found himself wandering through the woods holding hands with a woman he had met on day seven called Mary. She was beautiful.
Mary had the kind of beauty that made grown men apologise. Indeed, when she walked into a room, they often bowed their heads and said “sorry.”