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Halloween: After the Party- G Author's Note: Seems that there was room for a sequel by request. I wrote the other sequel first and discovered that the story changed a lot because of the way the other story ended. It was more than just deleting sex scenes and fixing transitions. They are different people. I was nervous as I approached the door to Starbucks. I could see my hand shaking as I reached for door handle. I don't know why I was so nervous; it was a first date, sort of. I mean we had already spent some time together. I had no problem at all spotting Terri sitting at one of the little tables. She appeared to have been here a little while already. She had a cup sitting on the table, a book which she was reading. I was pleased to see she was wearing a tan skirt that draped over the top of her knee, and a green blouse. She had boots on, it was a little chilly, and I couldn't tell if she was wearing hose of any type from the small gap between the top of the boot and the hem of the skirt. I stepped up to the table. "Hi, Terri." My voice broke a bit as I spoke. "Ed?" She looked up from her book. "Wow, you really look different. I don't think I would have recognized you at all. That is why I got here early. I wanted you to approach me. Why don't you get yourself something to drink and we can visit for a bit." "Do you need a refill?" I asked as I started to turn away. "No, I've barely gotten started on this one, thanks." I went and made my order the returned to join Terri. I barely got another hello out when they called my name to pick up my latte. "So, how have you been?" I began. "I've been good. Been thinking about you since we talked the other morning. I liked you right off which is odd considering how we met, and after Jan was making such a play at you after dragging her out to the car I really was ready to call it a night and say bye forever. But the way you stopped me, standing there in your silk dress, trying to convince me that there was nothing going on between you two. Well, it was the way you did it, not like a guy trying to sneak in a date on his girlfriend. So, that is why I called right back that night. If I felt like you were in her bed and trying to hide it then, I would have dropped it. I guess there is something special about you and I want to know more." "That is so great," I beamed. "I want to know so much more about you too. It was the way you just seemed to accept me, and the way you seemed to believe me when I told you what was going on. I want the person I date to be confident in themselves." "We aren't dating yet," she interjected. "No, I know, but if we do start, I feel you are just the sort of woman I would like to date," I tried to explain but felt I was getting to deep too fast. "Unless you like throwing puppies and kittens out in the cold, then I can't handle that." She had started to sip at her coffee and now she spit it back into the cup. "Where did that come from?" "I don't know." I laughed a bit. "I just felt I was getting to intense and needed to lighten the mood a bit." "OK," she wiped at her chin. We talked for an hour about a bunch of things. We were able to talk on any subject, even when we disagreed we were able to expound our ideas without getting heated. It was quite special. "I think I need to be going." Terri gathered her things together. "I'm glad we had this chance to meet up." "Me, too." I was disappointed. It sounded like she was shutting things down and I thought we were doing well. We walked out the door and I escorted her to her car. "I'd really like to go out with you again," I told her as she opened the door. "Oddly enough, I think I'd like to go out with you again too." She tossed her things onto the passenger seat through the open door. "Can I ask you something, sort of personal?" "Why not?" "Are you wearing panties?" she seemed to blush as she asked it. I hesitated and could feel my face heating up as well. "You are!" she squealed. "I couldn't believe I told you to on the phone the other day, then I wondered if you did but didn't know how to ask. To be honest, I'm not sure how I feel about it, but I think I'll find out as we go along. Do you wear them often? No, don't answer. We aren't there yet. Call me." All I could do was stand there and nod. I pushed her door closed after she got in and muttered, "Good night," as she waved and drove off. I wandered back to my car and drove home. Once I got home I decided I needed to find something to do for a date. I scoured the internet for things that would be special. Then I found something, it was totally out of place for me but it would be worth it. I picked up my phone and called. "Hi, we seem to not take a lot of time between saying bye and calling right away," Terri answered. "Yeah, I know, but I wanted to see if you were doing anything next Saturday?" "Next Saturday? Um, let's see, no, doesn't look like there is anything planned. What do you have in mind?" "Well there is a symphony playing and I thought you might like to go. It can be a rather dressy affair and since you said you like wearing long dresses I thought it would be a nice occasion for you to wear one. Do you like Classical music? This is going to be selections of Bach, Beethoven, and Tchaikovsky." "Actually, I do listen to some on occasion," she informed me. "And you remember what I said about my dress. Nice, I like a guy who pays attention to me. OK, next Saturday. It's a date." I hit enter on my keyboard confirming my purchase. We talked a bit more deciding on time and dinner arrangements. It was going to be a long two weeks before I would see her. * 2 * I knocked at Terri's door and waited, I heard the lock turn and the door opened. She stunned me. "Come on in." She stepped away from the door while fiddling with her earring. "I am just about ready." She had on a long red dress with some tiny sparkling sequins. The top was sleeveless with a choker neck that left her shoulders bare, a band high above her waist and then a column to the floor. When she turned away I saw it was had a slit that ran up above her knees. "You look fabulous," I told her. "You clean up pretty good yourself," she complimented me back. I briefly wondered whether she thought I looked better this way or back on Saturday. Instead I presented the flowers that I had brought for her. She thanked me, found something to put them in and we left. We got to a restaurant, dressed far better than most of the cliental, and chatted over a fine dinner. At the symphony hall I walked with pride showing off my gorgeous date to any who looked our way. Several people were dressed as nicely as we were but not most so we stood out some. We enjoyed the music, wine at intermission, and the remainder of the concert. After that we stopped at another restaurant for a late night dessert and drink. We finished up the evening and I drove her home. When we got to her front door she unlocked it and turned to face me. "Thank you for a wonderful evening," she smiled. "I truly had an amazing time. Best first date I've ever had." "Thank you." I smiled back. "You made the evening wonderful. I hope maybe we can go out again soon? Maybe something a little less formal next time like a movie and a pizza." She laughed. "Yes, I think that would be great. Thank you again for everything tonight." She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Good night." She went inside and I walked back to my car. I had a great time and felt sure we would be getting together again soon. Maybe tomorrow I'll call and see what night would work well for her. Just as I was walking into my apartment my phone chirped. I looked at the screen at the text: "Wed nite 4 movie + pizza. My treat. OK?" I laughed, neither of us was getting any better at waiting and I liked it. I typed in several smiley faces in response and went in to bed. * 3 * We went out several times over the next couple weeks. I always drove but we worked out a plan that if you planned the date, you paid. We discussed going dutch but it made things complicated trying to be sure the other could afford it. Neither of us was rich nor broke. We both lived on a pretty tight budget and the symphony date tapped my extra funds until next month. It was great that she was so understanding of that, and she appreciated that I wasn't trying to take advantage of that understanding. When she suggested a picnic with a box of fried chicken and a cheap white wine, I praised the idea as though it were a 5-star restaurant. We went from a kiss on the cheek to a kiss on the lips after the first date but we didn't go beyond that for weeks. It was the weekend after Thanksgiving and we were both enjoying the long weekend. Friday we spent the day wandering a museum and having dinner at a caf? while making plans for the next day. Saturday we got together and drove out to a wildlife preserve. We wandered the paths looking at birds that lived in the area and looking for maybe something more exciting, though the best we saw was a few rabbits and some turtles in a marsh. "Would you like to come in?" Terri asked when I got her home. "I have a bottle of wine chilling; it isn't too cheap this time." I grinned at her. "I don't care what it costs, long as I spend some more time with you." We went inside, she poured the wine and we sat together on the couch. We finished the first glass and never poured another drop. We turned out the lights and it was the first night we spent together. The next morning I was getting dressed, Terri still lay in the bed watching me. "I think I was a little disappointed," she suddenly spoke. My heart sank and she saw it in my face. "Oh, no! I'm sorry, not that. That was wonderful." She sat up clutching the sheet near her throat. "You just aren't wearing panties." "Oh." I let my breath out in relief. "Really? You expected me to be wearing panties?" "Well, I wasn't sure," she leaned back against the headboard. "I mean we haven't talked about that yet and I have to admit the mystery has been a little exciting. So, would you be honest with me? Do you wear panties very often?" "I'll always be honest with you," I assured her. "You saw me for the first time in a dress with full make-up, a friend starts spouting about my sexy panties, I don't think I need hide anything from you." "Good! I'll tell you the reason I thought you might is that outfit at Halloween was just too good for someone out for a night. And the way you acted at the club wasn't like a guy in a costume, but like an alter-ego. So I thought maybe..." "I have only dressed up like that for Halloween, but I have done it every Halloween for the last eight years. And I have worn panties at other times, usually on the weekend when nobody else is going to be around me," I explained. "Did you wear them that first night at the coffee shop?" "Yes, I was wearing them that night because you asked me to." "We didn't even know each other yet and you let me tell you what underwear to wear? What if I had asked you to wear a dress that night?" she pressed. "No, I don't think I could have done that," I admitted. "Halloween is one thing, panties that nobody will see, too. But appearing in a dress on just any old day, no. I can't do that." She seemed to accept that but still looked thoughtful. "Would you wear panties on our next date?" she asked. "Sure, but why?" I asked. "Because now that I saw you weren't wearing them, and because I had been wondering about it, I'd like you to wear them and see how I really feel about it." "OK, I can do that for you." I kissed her good bye and went home. * 4 * I was scouring the net looking for things to do for the upcoming week when the phone rang, I grinned seeing the caller id confirming it was Terri. "Hey lover," she started, "what are you up to?" "Ohh, I do like the sound of that," a warmth spread through me at the sound of her voice and the title she bestowed me. "I am trying to find something for us to do so I can spend more time with you." "First of all, you know it doesn't take much to keep me entertained, we could just stay in and watch a movie. But, it just so happens that I have something I need to do. We have a company party coming up in a couple weeks and I need to shop for a new dress. Now I wouldn't dream of asking most guys to go dress shopping with me, but I think you might actually be one that would truly enjoy going along. So, am I right? Would you like to come with me?" "You know I am good for any excuse for us to spend time together and dress shopping sounds wonderful." I shivered thinking about it. "I've actually never gone dress shopping with anyone before. What is the dress code for the party? Semi-casual? Black tie?" "Pretty formal actually," she told me. "Executives wear tuxes or formal gowns, the rest of us peons dress pretty nice, some better that others but at least suits and dresses we wouldn't be wearing to the office." "Sounds pretty good. When do you want to go?" "How about we meet after work on Wednesday? Maybe a little dinner and shopping?" "I will see you then." I blew her a kiss and we hung up. Wednesday finally got here and I fidgeted all day at work begging the hands on the clock to make their rounds. Why is it time crawls when you want something to get here faster and then flies by when it arrives? At last the big hand reached the top of the clock and the little hand dangled near the bottom. I grabbed my jacket and practically sprinted through the office and parking lot. I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, a casual Italian place, where we had agreed to meet. I got inside to find she hadn't arrived yet but fortunately she didn't make me wait long. I greeted her with a kiss, which thrilled me to no end. I liked having a girlfriend. We chatted and ate and sipped a glass of wine. She laid out her plan of attack for the evening's shopping and what she might be looking for. We left my car behind at the restaurant and went to the first store. I looked at all the gowns hanging around me. We worked through the store checking various dresses; I would hold a couple for her while she built up a collection for the changing room. She finally felt she had enough, five in all, and I helped her to the back of the store. She disappeared through the door and I decided to wander back into the jungle of gowns and started looking at the larger size dresses. I found two or three that I wish I could try. "Hey, where'd you go?" I heard Terri call out. "Be right there," I answered and began pawing my way back through the racks. She was standing in front of an array of mirrors wearing a floor-length, green strapless gown. She looked stunning. "What do you think?" she turned back and forth examining herself. "You look amazing," I assured her. "Thanks," she continued to look. "What's wrong?" She turned to face me. "I don't know," she sighed. "I think it looks great, it fits me great, but I'm just not feeling it." "Then it isn't the dress." I shrugged. "You know it isn't just the way it looks, it is how it makes you feel. If you don't feel like that is the dress, then keep looking." Her face lit up. "Oh, I love shopping with you. I never thought a man would understand that simple idea." "What about the others?" I asked. "No, they weren't even right enough to come to the mirror; this one was the best of the lot." "OK, so are we off to another place?" "Looks like it if you are up for it." She started back toward the changing room holding her dress up so as not to trip. "I'd say we can probably make one more before they close." I checked my watch. She changed and we headed out to the next store. Again she tried on dresses; I looked for things in my size and wished I could try them on. I was in heaven though being with her on this trip, watching her pick the dresses to try, being able to wander the store and not be worried that someone would know I was looking for a dress for myself. Once again she found dresses that she looked amazing in, but didn't feel right to her. We decided we had to abandon the search for the night and left that store empty handed once again. She drove back to where my car waited in the parking lot. "Do you need to head right home?" she asked as we pulled in to the parking lot. "No, I have time. What would you like?" I grinned at the prospects. "I think I'd like another glass of wine and some more conversation," she answered. "OK, you want to go back in here?" I asked as I started to get out of the car. "No, I want a bit more privacy," she told me. "Would you mind following me back to my place?" "Not at all." I leaned back over and gave her a quick kiss. "I'll be right behind you." We navigated back across town working through the holiday traffic that was tying up most of the roads now that the stores were all closing. The drive took twice as long as usual but eventually we got there. I parked my car, met Terri as she climbed out of hers and we went to the door. Once inside she went straight to the kitchen and pulled the bottle from the fridge. I got a couple glasses and uncorked the wine. She poured and we walked back to sit on the couch. "I started thinking about something when we were at that last store. You told me about dressing up for Halloween every year, and said something about wearing panties on the weekends." She sipped at her wine. "I feel like maybe you left something out. Do you feel you can trust me?" "Of course," I immediately responded. "I trust you with everything." "Do you believe I care about you," she went on, "a lot." "Yes," my heart was aching feeling that I had betrayed her in some way. "Then please," she begged, "please tell me everything that you haven't been saying. I'm not going to freak out on you. I think I have figured some things out, but I need you to tell me." We sat in silence for several moments. I sipped at my wine and looked at her. I wanted to spill it all out there, but not even Jan, who was the only other person to have shared in even a piece of this part of me knew everything. How could I drop all the walls I had built up over the years? "I love you," I said that without thinking. It was the first time either of us has used the L word. "Um, oh, what I mean is that this is hard for me to talk about. The stigma attached is tough to deal with but I'll try because I do feel like I can trust you." "Before you go on," she laid a hand on my arm, "I need to tell you I love you, too. I just felt that it hadn't been long enough to say it. But I think we are going someplace where it's best I be clear with you as well." I couldn't help but break into a huge smile. She loves me! Then fear inserted its ugly face again and I wondered if she still would. She thought she knew the answers but what if she guessed wrong. Could I be with her and continue hiding this part of me? "When I was young I found myself wishing that I could dress up like the other girls in my school. I mean this was in first grade, long before sex ever was attached to it. When I got a bit older, and bigger, I started trying on things like panties, bras, and pantyhose. Then I was able to fit into dresses and the like. Once I got out on my own I started my Halloween outings. Of course, in order to be successful at that, I had to practice, which meant having things of my own that I could wear regularly. No, wait, that isn't accurate and I want to be totally honest with you about this. Once on my own I started getting things of my own to wear at home: lingerie, dresses, skirts, blouses, and nightgowns. It wasn't long before I started working on Cathy, the female alter-ego that you met at the Halloween party." "How did Jan come to learn of your secret?" she asked. "One night we were out with friends and she said she couldn't wait to get home and get out of her dress. I told her that I didn't think it made sense because it had to be a lot more comfortable than slacks and a starchy shirt. She said I'd have to try it to see. I was so desperate to share with someone I let her dress me up at her house. It was fun, but I never divulged my past. The first Halloween we were around each other, I let her teach me how to do my make-up, though I was already pretty good at it. That is a high level of where I am today." "So Cathy is a name that you go by when you are dressed up?" she asked. "Well, I would, I guess if there was anyone around to call me that." I felt embarrassed having dumped all this. I truly understood what it meant to bare one's soul. I felt naked sitting there. "I've actually never told anyone before about Cathy." "Hmm." She sipped at her wine again. "So, you usually dress up as Cathy on the weekends?" "Pretty often, if I am not going anywhere." "How often do you wear nightgowns to bed?" "That is usually how I sleep," I admitted. "Would you like another glass of wine?" she asked. "Or do you need to be heading home?" "Yes, and I'll stay as long as you let me." I stood up and took her wine from her. "I just need to get home in time to change clothes for work in the morning. So, you tell me when you are ready for me to leave." I turned and went to the kitchen. I poured the wine and stood there for a couple minutes trying to gather myself. I felt drained from laying it all out, waiting for her to erupt, to tell me to leave. I did trust her, but I was certain that she was going to tell me to go. Now I was going back with fresh wine so I felt I was going to be able to stay for at least a little while. I walked back into the living room but she wasn't there. I set the glasses down, sat on the couch and waited. After a couple minutes she reappeared at the door. She had changed into a green silk nightshirt. "I'm sorry," she began and my heart sank a bit. "I looked around and I don't have anything that I think you could wear. My nightgowns are going to be too small, and so are my dresses and skirts. I don't want to take the chance of you stretching out the elastic in anything either." Now I was staring at her confused. I kept replaying what she said over and over again in my mind trying to find the part where she told me to leave. While I was sitting there she walked over, leaned down, and kissed me. "I understand," she spoke softly staring directly into my eyes, "that you've been afraid to share this. And I am honored that you have decided you can trust me enough with your secret and I want to learn about it even more. But since I don't have anything that I can share with you, I have seen Cathy and I am impressed, but I want to experience more with you. Now, if you did as I asked after our last date, you chose to wear panties tonight. Would you show them to me now?" My face reddened a bit as I realized what she had been saying and asking for now. I had followed instructions but I hadn't anticipated such a serious conversation leading up to this moment. Terri moved to sit on the couch carefully tucking her nightshirt down between her legs. I stood up and faced her. I took a big swallow of wine, set the glass down and began undoing my pants. I debated trying to explain something but just decided it would be better to go for it. I pushed my pants down to the floor; Terri looked for a moment, and started laughing. I had on white cotton string bikini panties, they were trimmed out in think back lace. The kicker was on the front there was a collection of rectangles, and inside each rectangle were letters in different colors and different fonts, and they spelled out Party Animal. I hoped that was what had elicited the laughter rather than the site of me in the panties. I waited. "Oh, that is perfect." She giggled some more. "Come on, I think I'd like to spend some time with that party animal." She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. * 5 * The alarm went off very early that next morning so I would have time to get home and cleaned up for work. As I tried to get myself awake Terri snuggled against my shoulder. "I'll never get out of bed if you don't let me go," I groaned. "Before you go, can I ask you something?" "I think we have pretty much reached the point of not worrying about talking about things. After last night, I can't imagine having any secrets from you, and I hope you feel the same." "If I have any secrets, I promise I'll share," she answered. "Is there any way I could talk Cathy into dress shopping with me on Saturday?" "Um, I don't know." I was shaking now imagining all the possible things that could go wrong. "I've never done anything like that. Just a club on that night. Y'know?" "Trust me," she assured me, "you can do it. I want to do it with you. Think about it. If you decide you can give it a chance, then we'll do it. If you decide you can't do it, well I hope you'll go with me anyway." "Ok." I kissed her on the cheek not wanting to expose her to my morning breath, "I'll give it some thought." I climbed out of bed, got my clothes on, and proceeded to head to my car and then back to my place the whole time thinking about what Terri had asked of me. On the one hand I was thrilled that she wanted to spend time with Cathy, on the other hand all Cathy had seen outside the apartment was the inside of a club at night and travel there and back. This would be daylight in well-lit stores and who knows where else. I fumbled my way through that day and all of Friday thinking about it, terrified about it, wanting to do it because Terri wanted it. "Hey there," Terri answered. "How you doing?" "Going a little crazy, freaked out," I admitted. "Look, if it is going to cause you all this grief, forget it," she tried to soothe me. "I just suggested it because I thought it would be fun. I had fun with you the other night and thought it would be even more fun if you could be trying on dresses with me." "I know, I had fun too and I wish I could have been trying on some with you," I admitted. "But there are so many things that could go bad. I'm scared." "Ok, I understand," she answered right back, there was no hesitation, no accusation or disappointment in her voice. "You are still going to come with me right?" "Of course," I answered. "How shall we do this? Meet at your place? Or somewhere else?" "I think I'd like to come by your place and pick you up," she explained. "Are you okay with that?" "I think that would be great." I was feeling a little more comfortable again. The next morning I sat waiting for Terri to arrive. At last there was a knock on my door and I crossed the room to answer it. I pulled open the door and Terri stood there in a short black leather skirt and black hose. Her jacket kept me from seeing the blouse she was wearing but not the stunned look on her face. "Oh, Cathy." She recovered quickly. "I wasn't expecting to see you. Are you going to be coming shopping with me?" "Yes," I whispered and let her come inside, closing the door behind her. "I feel like you asked me to trust you so much lately, and I was almost about to tell you I couldn't trust you with this. When I looked at it that way, I decided I couldn't tell you that. So, you realize, if someone figures me out you will be caught in whatever mess it turns into as well." "I hope nothing bad happens. Looking at you right now, I wouldn't give you a second glance unless there was some reason to. You look incredible. I can't believe I have slept with you." "Well, I hope after this you will continue to sleep with me." I picked up my purse. "I think we should go before I lose my nerve and chicken out." We drove, and we talked, and it was a wonderful day. We shopped and tried on dresses, and shopped some more. We stopped for lunch, took a break from dress shopping to shopping for other things. Terri thought we ought to each find some panties to entertain each other with. She wanted them to be surprises so we shopped in different parts and checked out without letting the other see what was bought. Eventually we got back to dress shopping and Terri finally found "the dress". Floor length, of course, with a sheer panel from beneath her breasts to her hips, in blue with silver embroidery. It looked sexy and tasteful at the same time. "Look," she held a red dress that I had tried on earlier, "you looked really good in this, you ought to buy it." "And wear it where?" I protested. "It is pretty expensive considering I can barely afford to take you someplace nice to eat; if I were to buy this it would set me back to where I couldn't treat you to McDonald's for a month." "Well, I wish you would wear it to my company party, but I think that would be a bit too big a risk for both of us," she sighed. "People there would be a lot more interested than casual observers. But, we could have a wonderful little dinner at home one night, a real dressy affair for just the two of us. Come on, please, I saved enough on my dress I can split the cost of yours with you." "You really want me to buy it that much?" She nodded excitedly seeing me gradually caving in. "OK then, I'll get it." We collected our purchases and went back to the car. Terri suggested we go to dinner, her treat, to celebrate our good fortune. Cathy had been out all day, feet aching from the heels, how could I say no? Dinner lasted two hours, then we went back to my place, and Cathy and Terri spent the night together. Terri even had the foresight (planning?) to pack an overnight bag with a nightgown and change of clothes for the next day. I promised in the future I would keep a bag prepared for my nights at her place as well. * 6 * We went to the party, she looked amazing, and I was in my boring black suit. I wore a blue tie to match her gown. Many people were curious about me since she hadn't told many people about dating yet. We told them about meeting on Halloween but left out the details of either of our outfits. She didn't care to share with them that she liked dressing as a Disney princess, or that her date would be happy doing the same. For New Year's Eve we had dinner in. I managed to put together a romantic candlelight setting with a finely prepared dinner that we worked on together timed out so that we had time to get into our gowns for the sit down. My paranoia caused me to ask several times about her spending time with Cathy, not wanting to push too far and have her become tired of seeing her and wanting her to go back to the closet. She assured me over and over that she was really enjoying being around us both and was certain that she could spend all her time with either one of us, but that the split time gave her the best of both worlds. One day though she tired of my questions and threatened to hide all Ed's clothes so that I would have no choice but to be Cathy, and that included me having to go to work that way. After a while she explained that hiding all Cathy's thing would only feed into my fears expecting me to think she wanted Cathy to go away. But forcing Cathy to be there all the time, knowing that Ed had things he had to do, well that must mean she wanted Cathy around. She said she figured I was smart enough to put all that together. What I did figure out was that she is a lot smarter than I am. The next summer we found a place together. The cost savings of two living together made our budgets a little less tight. We were able to date a little more, and even though we were living together, we kept working at going out to enjoy ourselves. Of course, things had reached a point where half the time Ed was on the date and Cathy was there the other half. The next Halloween we did go as two Disney characters: Terri was Cinderella at the ball, I was Belle in a beautiful yellow gown like she wore in the ballroom while dancing with Beast. I hadn't enjoyed Halloween so much in all the years I had been going out as Cathy. And to show my appreciation I proposed to Terri while others were distracted by the costume judging. She immediately said yes and we kissed. We decided to marry in the Spring. I wore a tux, Terri was a beautiful bride in white. She wore an off the shoulder gown with a full skirt. A sight to behold. Terri did insist that Cathy have some presence at the ceremony so she provided me with bridal lingerie which I had on under the tux, and I was appreciative of it. I could feel the slippery silk and rough lace as I watched her come down the aisle toward me. We recited our vows, kissed to seal the deal, and walked together back up the aisle in into our future together.