And then you were next to me. Standing there so demurely as only you can. Behind the thin tulle veil your eyes were glassy, as if you were about to start sobbing uncontrollably. Your father lifted the veil and your whole face, porcelain doll-esque in nature, came into view. I remember thinking that your beauty had to have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself.’ ‘I’ll be honest, I don’t remember a single word of the ceremony. I was lost staring into your eyes. I marveled at the honor you were giving me by being my bride. I wondered if you truly knew what you were doing. I didn’t feel worthy of calling myself your husband.’ ‘I still don’t.’ ‘I don’t remember, but I must have said ‘I do’ because the priest was now staring at me. Expectantly. I leaned in and pressed my lips to yours. It was the greatest kiss of my life. I already knew we were one, but this kiss proved it to family, friends, the world, God. And damn was it good to kiss my wife. I thought titles meant nothing, we are who. It was nicely furnished and contemporary. He pointed to a bar in the corner of the living room and said I should make a drink if I wanted one. I didn't want to drink tonight. I wanted to be alert and, hopefully, enjoy every minute. I didn't want being drunk to taint our encounter. Peter walked into another room and returned a couple of minutes later."Come with me Brittney," he said holding out his hand. I walked to him and reached out my hand to meet his. He led me into a room I realized was a home office. He told me he works mostly from home. It was a generously sized room with a leather sofa and love seat. A large wooden desk with a large leather chair behind it, two leather chairs in front of it and a computer table with two PCs and three large monitors."Take off your clothes," he said curtly as he sat down at the computer table.I was taken aback by the serious tone in his voice but I quickly did as he asked."Bra and panties too. Neatly fold everything on my desk," he corrected me.
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