ck to my stomach. At the same time, I couldn't help but want additional opportunities to see him. I knew guys had different body parts than women, but I was anxious to see

t enough to make me want to see more, and

racter. I was interested in learning about the scar on

t me in getting out of the wedding,

ethod to explain why I was missing one pair. Having one pair of underwear missing would raise suspicion, and that was something I did not want to deal with. The expectation was that we would stay virgins until the night

e's eyes on me, and I felt a flood of remorse pour through my body. Their looks gave me the impression th

was not paying attention to the road in front of me. A

e quizzed me, placing his big ha

across the top

ng with a fast

of my wet hair that had come loose

orry abo

ied to push by him, but I failed. As I attempted to

ing? Why is your hair w

, but we are yet to be wed. I d

ed to sorrow. “What will be you

tell you I’m my own being and that

s his face. “You will be my wife

treat me that way, then ex

me!?” He

to budge, but he saw the necessity

u are so unwilling to try!?” He