I was naturally ecstatic since it was my cousins wedding. I was imagining things, I mean, I was thinking about the women I was going to meet there. You have a different kind of feeling of meeting a woman, a completely stranger, who wants to go to bed after the party. The fortune was in my favour but it was differently different from what I had imagined.
My duty was at the table where I found the brides distant cousin. Her name was Michelle, a few years older than me. She was not tall; she had blonde hair which swayed around her shoulders when she turned her head; her eyes, those beautiful eyes, stared out from heavy mascara; she was definitely overweight but she was beautiful. Yes, one more thing, she was divorced. Her dress was a size too small and it showed every curve of her waist and bottom and her terrific cleavage.
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Published December 6, 2011
by Shiraz Saini.