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Wedding

... the passenger door. She regally strolled down the walk and I noticed that the hem of her dress was almost to the ground; it swung back and forth with each step. She gathered up her skirt, gracefully seated herself and, not even looking at me, gave a slight nod, my signal to close her door. I hurried to the driver's side and got in myself, then asked her where we were going. "Do you know where the Taste of Naples Restaurant is over on Pine?" She asked. "Yeah, sure, just north of Third Street, is that where we're going?" Thinking that that was a strange place to have a wedding, let alone a Mexican wedding, but perhaps that explained the lateness... or, I thought, maybe we were just going to the reception. Although I'd never been there, "The Taste", as it was locally known, had the reputation of being one of the finest restaurants in town. "Of course, estupido, why else would I ask?" I knew better than to reply and just started driving in that direction. * * * As we entered the restaurant, an elderly fellow in a suit and tie hurried over and gave Chanticleer a slight bow. "Welcome, Señorita Chanticleer, I have the table you picked out all prepared. Would you like to be seated now?" "That would be nice, Luis, thank you." Luis led us across the crowded dining room to a small two-person booth in a rear corner. It was very nice. It had carved wooden panels on each side separating it from adjoining diners and the china and crystal place settings were arranged on a floor length ...

... red velvet tablecloth. Very classy, and, I'm sure, very pricey. I was confused now about the wedding... where was it and how did dinner fit into all this? Surely the wedding wouldn't be after dinner at ten o'clock or so. We both slid into the booth, across from one another, and ordered cocktails. When our drinks arrived, Chanticleer held out her glass in a toast. I clinked my glass with hers and she said "To the wedding," and we both drank. "Where is the wedding?" I asked looking around. "Right here," she replied. "I don't see anybody that looks like they belong to a wedding party." "That's because you are so estúpido, everyone is here already. The wedding I'm talking about is between the two of us, it's the marriage of my Mexican cock to your maricón mouth and it's going to take place right here at this table, but first we're going to have a little rehearsal... you know that all proper weddings have a practice session." I must have given her a curious look, because she continued, "In a few minutes, I'm going to accidentally drop my fork and that's your cue to search for it under the table. That's when the wedding rehearsal will take place." Oh, my God, I thought, she actually wants me to suck her dick under the table in the best restaurant in town with dozens of people around... this can't be happening. She's probably just teasing, I'll just tell her I won't do it. "And just in case you're thinking of disobeying, let me remind you of the hundreds of photos and many hours of ...