Trapped

by Margaret Jeanette

 

Harold Morgan had it made. Even though he was not at all aggressive, the consulting company he had inherited from his bachelor uncle had grown to where he had ten regular clients and a good chance to get in at three other companies. All three looked good as they had used him for a couple of projects and were very satisfied. He had added two steady clients in the fifteen months he had headed the company.

He called in Amanda, his secretary, to take a letter. Amanda came in and he reveled in her excellent shape. She had the most perfect set of breasts and he was a breast man. He often fantasized about her when he was home alone. He dictated the letter and she left.

He didn't know much about Amanda but he knew she was bossy to the other girls. He didn't mind as long as it didn't interfere with how the office ran

That night he was at home and surfing the net. He checked a mistress-sub board and got an idea. He knew he should be cleaning his house more often than he did. He got an idea and posted- Wanted Mistress to direct me in cleaning my house. Signed Harold.

Little did he know that Amanda was on-line at the same site as he was. She checked his message and when she checked the E-mail address she immediately recognized it as her boss's. She thought she would have some fun and E-mailed him as to his desires. She was surprised he had used his real name.

He answered her- I am looking for someone to tell me to keep my house clean. You know, like tell me to clean my living room, etc. I only have evenings free to do it during the week. Right now I haven't done any cleaning for the last two weeks. I am thinking that if someone tells me it's time to clean I'll do it.

She E-mailed him for a description of his house. How many rooms, etc? She told him to tell her all about it. He returned her E-mail right away.

She E-mailed him to make sure he had a digital camera capable of taking pictures that could be loaded into his computer so he could send proof that he was doing as she told him. She told him to make sure it had a timer button for pictures.

He E-mailed her back that he did have a camera as she described. She returned his E-mail telling him to clean his living room after taking a before picture of it and when he was done to take an after picture of it and E-mail them to her.

He E-mailed her that because it was to late to do it tonight he would do it tomorrow evening. She E-mailed him that it would be all right and that she was waiting for his E-mail. She called herself Mistress Kat.

The next night he did as instructed the night before. He sent Mistress Kat the before and after photos of his work. She sent him a reply telling him it looked like he did an excellent job. She said cleaning was a woman's job and he should get some panties to wear while he cleaned. He E-mailed her back that he didn't think that was necessary to do cleaning.

She E-mailed him back-If you don't want to do as I say then find another Mistress to tell you what to do. If you want me to continue I suggest you go to Wal-Mart and get at least six pair of the most feminine panties you can find. When you E-mail me the pictures of you in them I will continue to tell you what to clean. I will await your answer.

He thought about it and decided it would only be in his own home and no one else would ever see him in them so he headed for the store and picked out six pair of the laciest panties he could find. He got home and took pictures of himself wearing each of them and sent it to Mistress Kat.

Mistress Kat E-mailed him back that he should take a before and after picture of his bedroom. She also told him that he should buy five or six long line black bras to wear while he was doing it. She suggested getting front hook ones. She told him to get some black pantyhose, preferably the floral design ones to wear while cleaning. She suggested he get more than one pair in case he put a run in them. She wanted a picture of him in his new cleaning outfit.

He next night he took the before and after pictures and also sent her one of him wearing the panties, bra and pantyhose. She was ecstatic when she received them.

She E-mailed him-It looks like you did a great job on your bedroom. From your pictures it looks like you have a little pouch in front. Go buy a small black girdle and send me a picture of you wearing it. If there is a Dress Barn store in your area go there and buy at least five of the most feminine dresses you can find. You should be properly dressed to do cleaning. Pick up some at least three inch heels to wear while cleaning. Get colors to match your dresses. You probably will need at least three black slips to finish your lingerie collection. I want to see pictures of you in each of your new purchases. I notice that you are not smiling in most of the pictures. I do want to see smiles. When you get all of he new items and E-mail me the pictures I'll have more for you to do. Mistress Kat.

He felt silly at the Dress Barn store but when the clerk didn't say anything as he checked out he felt better. He felt lucky to find the slips there also. He went to a self-serve shoe store and found a red, a black and a white pair of pumps with a three-inch heel.

On the way home he thought about forgetting the whole thing but decided it was just in his own home so it wasn't so bad. His house was getting cleaned and starting to look pretty nice. He got home and took a lot of pictures in his new finery. He made sure he was smiling on all of them. He sent them to Mistress Kat.

She E-mailed him right back-Tomorrow night I want you to do the kitchen. Make sure you do the floor. I want you to do it on your hands and knees. Send me a picture of you doing it. Don't forget to smile.

He wondered what she was going to do with all the pictures he had sent her. He decided she just wanted proof that he was doing as she said. He didn't think anything would come of it.

The next night was Friday and he did the kitchen counters and the floor. He set the camera on a chair seat and got a good picture of himself doing the floor. He finished the kitchen and took the after picture. Then he E-mailed the pictures to Mistress Kat.

She immediately E-mailed him back telling him tomorrow he was to do the laundry and clean remaining two bedrooms. He was to E-mail her pictures of him doing the chores ordered. He E-mailed her that he had plans for the weekend and would do it Monday evening.

She E-mailed him to do it tomorrow or she would be very upset. He figured he could do it after his round of golf with the guys. He E-mailed her that he was going to change his plans for tomorrow. She knew she had him right where she wanted him.

The next morning he went golfing and played one of his best games. The guys were surprised when he left right after, saying he had important plans. They laughed and told him to have a good time. He got home and changed and started the laundry, taking a picture of himself putting clothes in the washer. He then went to do the two spare bedrooms. He took two pictures in each bedroom besides the before and after pictures.

When he had finished he sent her all the pictures, telling her he had done everything she had asked. She E-mailed him back-It looks like you are doing everything I say. I am glad you can follow orders so well. Now, I want you to keep those clothes on for the rest of the day. Send me a picture of you making supper.

He E-mailed her back asking if he could take the girdle off, as it was very uncomfortable. She replied telling him to keep it on, that was the only way he would get used to it. He didn't like it but kept it on.

That evening he took a picture of himself making supper. He was wearing a pink dress with a lot of lace trim. He was holding a pan and stirring it. She thought he looked extremely nice in that dress. She E-mailed him that he would look better in lipstick and told him to get some and E-mail her a picture. She said she would expect it in less than an hour and a half. She told him to keep his dress on when he went to get the lipstick.

He went to a drug store four blocks from his house. He was wearing a scarf wrapped around his head so no one could see he wasn't a woman. He didn't see Amanda there but she saw him. She took a picture of him selecting a lipstick. You could see his face very clearly. He was relieved when the cashier didn't take a good look and didn't say much to him as he purchased the red lipstick.

Amanda laughed to herself as she wandered down the aisle. She had never thought she could control someone like that. She enjoyed the feeling of having that kind of power over someone. She knew she could take it further. She wondered just how far she could take it.

He wondered why she would tell him to wear lipstick, then decided she was just testing him. He returned home and applied the lipstick. He liked the way his lips felt with it on. He took a close up shot so she could clearly see the lipstick. He sent her the picture.

She E-mailed him back- You have done a great job this week. You can wear whatever you want tomorrow. It would be nice if you sent me a picture of you doing something then I will get to know what you like better. Then I can better address your needs.

He went to bed very happy. It had been a great week at work and he now had his house all cleaned. He slept well and in the morning he had a good breakfast and then decided to go for a swim in his pool. He took a picture of himself in his swimsuit sitting alongside the pool in a lounge chair. He sent it to Mistress Kat.

She E-mailed him back saying - You look very relaxed in the picture. You would look better wearing a woman's one-piece swimsuit or a bikini. Think it over. Enjoy your day. I'll E-mail you tonight with some further things to do. Mistress Kat.

He wondered what further there was to do. The house looked great and didn't need any cleaning. He wondered if she knew of something he hadn't yet done. He decided he would just have to wait to see what she wanted.

His jaw dropped as he read her E-mail. It read- Tomorrow I want you to wear the panties, bra, pantyhose, girdle and as long as you don't have a camisole wear a slip to work tomorrow. You can wear your regular clothes over it if you want.

He E-mailed her back-I can't see why I should wear what you said to work. There isn't a good reason to wear those things.

She immediately E-mailed him back-You must get used to wearing those clothes. The best way is to wear them all day. If you want I can order you to wear one of your dresses tomorrow. Is that what you want? Let me know. I would suggest it isn't nice to question my decisions.

He E-mailed her back saying he would do as she said. The next morning he dressed as instructed. He had all the underclothes on and when he put his tailored white shirt on it felt a little tighter than normal but not bad. He pulled his pants up his legs and delighted in the feel of the nylon being rubbed against.

He arrived at work and Amanda said good morning to him as usual. She didn't say anything about seeing the outline of his underwear through his shirt.

He had her come in a couple of times to dictate lettersto her, and she didn't say anything about how he was walking differently now. She thought it must be the tight girdle he was wearing that made him walk differently.

He was glad when the day ended. He was never so glad to get home in his life. The first thing he did was get that girdle off. He ate a light supper and went on his computer. He was checking his E-mails and saw one from Mistress Kat. It read- How was your day? It wasn't so bad, was it? Did anyone say anything about what you are wearing?

He E-mailed her back telling her his day wasn't so bad. No one had said anything about what he was wearing. However the girdle was killing him all day.

He sent it and it seemed almost immediately he received an answer from her. It read- Wear the same thing tomorrow. Tomorrow take your secretary to lunch. It will give you a chance to get to know her better. Let me know if this is a great problem.

He E-mailed her that it wouldn't be a problem. He wondered why she was so interested in his secretary. He decided that all women stick together and that was probably why she said to take her to lunch.

The next morning he dressed as instructed. When he arrived at work Amanda greeted him like she always did. He asked her to bring him a cup of coffee and she agreed.

She brought the coffee in to him and he said, "Amanda you have done a excellent job for me. Would you like to go for lunch today? We can go to Hopkins' Steak House. They serve an excellent business lunch."

"Yes, I would be happy to go for lunch with you. What time?"

"We'll leave about ten to eleven. They start serving at eleven and we'll probably be the first customers."

She left and he didn't see her until it was time to go for lunch. He drove and when they arrived they were seated in a corner booth that was very private. He didn't notice she was carrying a large bag.

She was studying the menu. He said he knew what he was going to get. She handed him a loose-leaf binder and told him to look at it while she studied the menu. He opened it and his jaw dropped. He saw the pictures he had E-mailed Mistress Kat. He asked what this was all about.

"Well, if you don't want everyone including our customers to see them then you better do as I say. You can call me Mistress Kat if you want.

The waitress came and they ordered. Amanda handed him the large bag and told him to go change into what was in it. She told him to peel the backing off the breast forms and stick them exactly where they go because they don't come off without taking the skin with them. She told him he better hurry to get back before the food arrived.

He got up and took the bag and went to the men's room. He was glad it was empty. He went into the handicap stall and started to take the clothes out of the bag. He was surprised to find a bright red dress in the bag. He put the breast forms in his bra cups after removing the backing on them. He put the red dress on and then saw the wig in the bag. It was a long honey blond on with lots of curls. When he had it on he noticed it came to the middle of his back. He put the red heels on that he found in the bag. He checked the bag and found all that was left was a red purse. He put his wallet in the purse and then put his old clothes in the bag.

He got back to the booth and sat down. The waitress came with the food almost immediately. After she left he asked what this was all about.

"Well, I figure when we get back you are going to announce that I am the new president and chief operating officer replacing you. You can tell them you are going to change your lifestyle and need more time to concentrate on those changes."

"What if I don't do as you say? What are you going to do?"

"I'll see that every employee gets their own copy of everything there and that all of our clients get one also. Some may stay but my guess is that you will lose more than stay. You can do as I say or you can sink on your own decision. Which will it be? I am not going to back down! I mean everything I say!"

He thought a moment. Then said, "You win, I guess. I never knew anyone could be so low as to blackmail themselves into a better job!"

"Well, that's the way it is in the business world. You have to be bold and take bold steps if you want to get ahead. I am ready to be bold and take the bold steps necessary. You wait and see, I know I can improve business. All you have to do is push the right buttons like I am doing to you right now."

He ate his lunch and couldn't taste it. He wondered what was going to happen. He was trapped. He felt sick and wanted to just go home and take a nap and maybe when he awoke it would turn out to be a nightmare. He knew better though.

They got back and as he made the announcement everyone saw that he was wearing a dress. Amanda accepted their congratulations. She announced he was going to be her secretary to help in the transitions. Amanda said she needed everyone's help and she was sure he needed all the support he could get. She said to call him Deanna. He was stunned that they had changed positions. Everyone left except him. Amanda had told him to stay after the meeting.

"Deanna, now that you are my secretary I expect you to dress as a secretary. You can wear all of your lovely dresses and look like a proper secretary. If you don't do a decent job as a secretary I'll demote you. Do you understand?"

He told her he did and she told him to get her a cup of coffee. He asked how she took it and she told him black. He went and got her a cup of coffee. He sat at her old desk and wondered what to do. She came out with some files and told him to file them. He got them filed and saw it was time to go home.

He was eating supper and thought about how he had been blackmailed into making Amanda head of his company. He took some consolation in that he still owned the company. He wondered what was going to happen next.

After supper he was on his computer and was surprised to see a message from Mistress Kat. It read- Tomorrow wear the coral dress. I like dresses with lots of ruffles. Wear your white heels with it.

He was sorry he had ever sent those pictures but it was too late now. He sat thinking about how he could get out of this situation. He ran out of ideas.

The next day Amanda told him he looked very nice in his dress. He blushed as she told him that. She suggested he go to a beauty parlor and have them show him how to apply eye shadow and get a facial. He told her he didn't think that was necessary.

In the middle of the afternoon she came out with two letters he had typed. She had circled two errors he had made in typing them. She called Sandy over and told her she was going to be her new secretary. She told Sandy to correct the errors and get them in to her as soon as possible.

"Deanna, you are now our file girl. You can file things for the rest of the girls. I'll make the announcement shortly."

He stood there in shock. He had been demoted twice in two days. It was too much. He finally decided to do something about it. He headed into Amanda's office.

"I am not going to be the file girl. If that is all there is, I quit. You can send me the checks from the profits of the company. If the profits aren't there, changes will have to be made."

"Are you serious about quitting? If you are there are a couple of things we have to talk about."

"Yes, I am serious about quitting. I have had enough. You can play at being president but I better see some profit from this company."

"I have already added two new customers and I am pretty sure of three more. We will have to hire more help to handle the additional business. How does that sound?"

"That sounds good but I still quit."

"You want this to remain a family business? You want family to run it don't you?"

"That is what it was until you blackmailed me into naming you president and chief operating officer. I don't know how it can be described as a family business any more."

"It can be if we get married. Then there will still be a family member running it."

"Are you talking about you and I getting married?"

"Yes, that is exactly what I am talking about. You and I can get married and you can be the wife of the president of the company."

He had never thought he would ever be able to marry someone as pretty as she was. She was bold and demanding, but it might not be so bad. He knew he had a thing for her even with what she had done to him. Her boldness made him think she possibly could be a good balance for him.

She took some money from the petty cash. In fact she cleaned it out. She told him to come with her. She took him to a discount jewelry store and picked out two matching engagement sets. She took one ring from its box and handed it to him.

"Deanna, will you marry me?"

He put the ring on his finger and told her yes. She took his face in her hands and gave him a big kiss on his lips. She told him they would go tomorrow to find a wedding gown. When they were back in the office she told him to go home and make room for her things.

He went home in shock over what had all happened. That evening his doorbell rang and it was Amanda with suitcases and boxes of things. She came in and immediately took over. He was amazed at how well she was organized.

She took her clothes to the bedroom and as she emptied one box with her things she filled it again with some of his shirts and slacks. When he asked what she was doing she told him that his dresses and her dresses would fill the closet. He asked if she thought he was going to continue to wear dresses.

"Of course you will. What do you think the wife of the president of the company is going to wear? I want to see you in pretty dresses all the time."

"I thought that was only a figure of speech. I thought you were talking like you were going to work and I was going to take care of the house. That sort of thing."

"I guess we have to have a long talk. I want to tell you about myself, then maybe you will understand me better."

"Go ahead, I'm listening. I want you to know I am not happy about how you took he presidency of my company from me."

"Well, I have to tell you about me then you can decide what you really want to do. My mother died when I was born. Some sort of childbirth defect, so I never knew her. My father raised me as best he could all alone. We were never close to any of our family. In high school I knew I was different from a lot of the girls. I had no interest in boys at all. I had an interest in a couple of girls but they never knew it. You see, I am a lesbian. So I decided the only way I could ever get married is to marry a she-male. You just happened to fall into it. I knew you were different but I never had any sexual attraction to you until I saw you in those pretty panties. I fantasized about you then. When I saw you in your bra and stockings I knew I was in love with you. You see what I'm saying?"

"You are saying you love me but only if I wear dresses and women's things. Am I right?"

"Yes but there is more. If we get married we will have to make love as two women, not as man and woman. I know you will enjoy it but I want you to know you may stick your thing in my butt but not my front. I want a she-male who will take care of me. I don't like to cook or clean so you will have to take care of those areas. Believe it or not I love you but not as a man but as a she-male. Can you accept that? If you can't then we have to call the whole thing off as far as a wedding is concerned."

They sat quietly for over five minutes. Finally he broke the silence saying, "I want to tell you something. In business I can deal with anyone male or female. When it comes to social things girls and women scare me. I don't know how to deal with them. That is why I never had a steady girlfriend or anything like that. I have only been on two real dates and they were set up by my mother when she was alive. My father died when I was ten so he wasn't available to tell me anything about dealing with girls."

"So, is the wedding on or off? Can you accept me as I am or not?"

"I guess I can accept you as you are. I want you to know I fantasized about you also. I always knew you were different but I never knew how different you were. I always thought you were bossy, but that was just the kind of person you were. Your telling me about your secret makes me feel special. If you want me, I am yours!"

She spent the night and at bedtime they slept together. She took the lead and started to kiss him. He kissed her back. They continued the kissing for quite a long time, then when they were both tired they fell asleep, happier than they had ever been.

The next morning he got up and went and prepared breakfast for both of them. She was surprised and enjoyed a delicious breakfast with him. She smiled at him a lot and he reveled in her smile. She left for work and he stayed home.

In the middle of the morning she called and told him she was picking him up in ten minutes to go for a bridal appointment. She picked him up and drove to the bridal salon. She talked to the lady there for what seemed an eternity to him.

Then the lady came and measured him. He thought she was measuring him for a tux for the wedding. She had him go into a large changing booth. Soon she came in with a wedding gown over her arm. She talked in a no-nonsense voice and told him to get his dress off. He was afraid and took his dress off. She helped him get the wedding dress on. She buttoned up the back. It fit a bit tight but she said it was a perfect fit. She took his hand and escorted him out of the booth.

When Amanda saw him she said, "You look just dreamy. You look like a doll that should only be for display. I love you and that gown is perfect for our wedding."

They finally left the bridal salon and he said, " I thought I would be wearing a tux like most grooms do. Why do I have to wear a gown?"

"Because you are going to be my bride. I thought you understood it last night. I already spoke to a woman I know who is a minister about marrying us. She can do it a week from this Saturday. I figure only the girls from work will be there so we can have it at your house by the pool. How does that sound? There won't be any one there that hasn't already seen you in a dress. I know you will knock their eyes out in that gown. Deanna please say it's all right, please!"

"Oh, I guess it's all right. If that is what you really want I'll do it. It's just that I hadn't really thought about all the angles of what you told me last night."

"I know you have a lot to learn and I'll try to answer your questions before you ask them. I am so happy you are doing this for me. You make me the happiest person in the world."

He felt strangely good about that. He wondered what he was getting into but he hoped it would turn out for the best. When she dropped him off at home she kissed him with such passion that he forgot he was wearing a dress and kissing the woman he was going to get married to.

When he got inside and looked in a mirror he saw his lipstick was all smeared. He repaired it and when he turned he caught sight of the skirt swirling out. This fascinated him and he twirled a couple of more times, watching the skirt billow out. It felt kind of nice in a way he didn't understand. He was glad she wasn't insisting on his wearing that girdle any more.

Late in he afternoon he started supper. He became alarmed when she wasn't home when he figured she would be. Thankfully supper wasn't ready just then. The longer he waited the more worried he became. Finally she came waltzing in, a big smile on her face. He was relieved and told her so. She said she'd made a stop on the way home and that she had a surprise for him.

They sat down to eat and she told him about the day at work. It seemed everything was going good there so he was happy. He still had lingering doubts about her but he was afraid to bring them up. She talked about the wedding and how she was looking forward to it. She asked about renting an arch for the wedding and he agreed it would be nice. When she mentioned getting flowers to decorate the arch he thought that would be great too.

As he was doing the dishes he thought about all that had happened to him. He thought it wasn't so bad wearing dresses, though they did have an unconventional relationship. He decided to try to enjoy it as much as possible. It could be worse. As he thought about Amanda he realized he was falling more in love with her. He had never thought he needed a strong woman but now he realized that was exactly what he needed. He smiled to himself as he thought that this wasn't so bad after all.

He went into the living room and sat down. He wanted to talk about their relationship but was afraid to bring it up. She talked about how they were going to hire two more people to help carry the workload. He told her he was thinking about that also.

Suddenly she surprised him, saying, "In that sleeveless dress your underarm hair looks tacky. You should remove all of your hair from your neck down. Let's do it right now. Go get undressed and come into the bathroom and we'll get started.

He was standing in the bathroom and the lotion she had put on him was starting to sting pretty good. She told him to get into the shower and rinse the lotion off. He was never so glad to get into a shower before. He was surprised to see how much hair he lost.

When he got out she rubbed a flowery smelling lotion all over him followed by a flowery smelling powder. This made it all worth the stinging he had felt before. He enjoyed her attention. She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. She handed him a bag and told him to put on what was in the bag.

He reached in and the first thing he pulled out was a pair of red panties trimmed with rows of black lace. He put them on then pulled out a red nightgown trimmed with lots of ruffles with black lace trim. He put that on and then pulled out a red over garment trimmed with black lace. He couldn't believe how light and wonderful it felt. When he had it all on he took her face and gave her a big kiss. She saw he had tears in his eyes. He had never received a gift from any girl or woman before. He was emotionally charged and just wanted to tell her thank you but was all choked up

Later in bed he was in a state of confusion. On the one hand he didn't mind any of this and on the other hand it didn't seem right. He wondered how it would all work out.

The next morning he was making breakfast when Amanda walked in. He finally found the words to thank her for the beautiful gift he was wearing. She was very happy that he was so enthralled with her gift.

She left for work and he kept the gown on as long as possible. He wanted to get her something to show he appreciated her gift. Finally he thought of something. He got dressed in his cranberry dress with the scalloped lace trimmed edge on the skirt.

That might at supper he presented her with a gift. It was a name plate that read- Amanda Watkins, President. He told her it was for her desk at work. She was thrilled to receive it. He told her he didn't know anything about women's clothing sizes or he might have gotten her something to wear. She told him she would write both of their sizes down for him.

"I am surprised you got a name plate that says Watkins as after the wedding it will change."

"You said I was going to be your wife so I assumed I would be taking your name. Was I wrong?"

"No, dear Deanna, I think that is the most perfect present you can give me. I had thought about it but I didn't want to push it. You just made me the happiest person in the world. I love you!"

He blushed and she then told him she had arranged for caterers to serve a meal after the wedding. She told him to wait until he sees the wedding cake. He'll just flip over it.

The wedding approached faster than he anticipated. The wedding was set for eleven A. M. On the morning of his wedding he went to a beauty parlor for the first time. The beautician did his eyebrows in a thin feminine arch and then did his face in pale but beautiful colors. She showed him little tricks to apply all the different products she used. When he was done he thought he looked beautiful. The beautician gave him a pink case with all of the cosmetics she had used.

He arrived home forty-five minutes before the wedding was to begin. Sandy offered to help him get his gown on. He accepted her offer and when they were in the bedroom she started to help him.

"You know when you made Amanda head of the company I thought it was a big mistake, but she really has a great business sense. She has the office purring like a modern machine. She lets you know exactly what she expects and if you need help she makes sure you get it. I must say this wedding is a complete surprise though."

"I never thought it would happen the way it did," he replied. "But I am glad things are working out the way they are. I didn't realize that I loved Amanda until we were already planning the wedding. She is the best thing to ever happen to me."

"I am glad for both of you. You have really surprised me with all of your changes but now that I look at you it is as if you were like this all your life. I can't remember how you looked before. Are you really happy being Amanda's wife to be?"

"Yes, as strange as it sounds I am really happy about it. In fact you could say I am ecstatic about it. We talked it over, what each of us expects out of our marriage, and I am happy with everything."

"There you are almost ready. All I have to do is pin your headdress and veil on. You make a beautiful bride, do you know that?"

"Thank you for saying that. My stomach is all butterflies right now."

"That is something all brides go through. You'll do just fine."

There was knock at the door and someone told them it was time to start. He hesitantly took the first step. He was very happy and when he saw Amanda wearing a black tuxedo he thought she was a vision of loveliness. He met her under the flower trimmed arch.

He couldn't concentrate on what the minister was saying. Until she said, "Let me be the first to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Amanda Watkins!"

Everyone clapped and he kissed her. He felt the kiss all the way to his toes. They walked together holding hands and ready to face whatever the future held for them.

© 2004 by Margaret Jeanette

  

  

  

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