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Wedding

I stood there on her porch wearing my best blazer and slacks fresh from the cleaners, real shoes instead of tennies, and a nice long sleeved dress shirt. I even had my hair cut the day before to make sure I looked as groomed as possible. I had never been to a Mexican wedding before so I wasn't sure exactly how to dress, but I wanted to make sure Chanticleer wasn't ashamed of me, and suffer the consequences. I also didn't realize that they had weddings in the evening... I'd never been to an evening wedding. I wore the new watch I'd bought that somehow magically connected with some exact timepiece in Fort Collins, Colorado to make sure that I always had the correct time. I'd found out the hard way that punctuality was very important to Chanticleer and, prior to this relationship, that had never been one of my fortes. I was now watching my digital timepiece march toward 8:00pm. 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, I knocked on the door and it opened immediately. She must have been standing behind it checking her own watch. She looked great. She had once told me her age which would currently make her about 38 years old, but she looked at least eight years younger. Her raven black hair was long and framed a beautiful thin face with deep-set brown eyes. Chanticleer had high cheekbones, a small upturned nose and a wide, full-lipped mouth currently hiding her porcelain teeth. Her makeup was perfect with a pale aqua eye shadow, dark long lashes, and a pale pink lipstick. All this blended stunningly ...

... with her natural tan Spanish complexion. She was wearing something that I assumed was like a traditional Mexican dress. It was all a thin white cotton material which was sheer enough, with light behind, to see the outline of her body. The low-scooped neckline which was laced with small pink embroidered flowers seemed to accent the swell of her exquisite breasts. She must have been braless (and really didn't need one), because I could dimly see the darkness of her large areolas and the blunt tips of her nipples through the material. Chanticleer was about my height, 5'10", but must have been wearing flat shoes because normally she was taller than me with any kind of heels, but this evening we were eye to eye. "Nice to see you could make it on time, Puto," she greeted me. "I always try to be punctual for you, Mistress." "Perhaps my last remediation had the desired effect," she observed. "Absolutely," I agreed, "I still have some reminders of that." "Good, you deserved worse. Where's your tie, Puto?" "I don't own one," I replied. I didn't see it coming, so it was a good thing that her knee grazed my thigh before hitting my groin. It hurt, but I'm sure it would have hurt much more if she'd have made a direct connect. "Then you should have bought one, it's a sign of respect. I'll add that to your infraction list," she snarled. She stepped out, turned and closed the front door behind her. "We need to go now," she said over her shoulder. I hurried down the sidewalk to my car and opened ...