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It was all rather anti-climactic – the way he stood against the wall without touching her – his moans and heavy breathing the only telltale signs he was actually enjoying it. Slightly whorish, considering the position she’d assumed – but she wanted it just as much as he – she’d had her eye on him for quite some time, and although he wanted to do her first, she refused, as that just wasn’t the way she’d imagined it. Still, some semblance of intimacy must be required if a girl is expected to take pleasure in giving – fingers tangled in hair – a soft caress on the cheek, or perhaps the tracing of lips with fingertips - but what did she expect – they were occupying a stall in the women’s room at the tavern, two days before her wedding – when her best friend entered innocently and caught them.
And if anyone here has just cause why this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, let them speak now or forever hold their peace…She held her tongue as she watched the happy couple climb atop the carriage – rented horse, rented tux, custom-made Cinderella dress and lifetime of lies ahead of them.
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