Honeymoon HotelA Chapter by J.M.Bi haven't touched a drop of wine since the last time we were together. the time before that was when we were on the far west-coast, Seaside, our wedding night, and i nearly ordered an $80 bottle of Rosé by mistake - as we sat down to eat our evening meal. you should have seen your face . . . like a high-voltage-electro-chemical pulse running through your motor cortex, like a synaptic mocospace-shocky-face that struck my pupils with a thousand 911 cries of "what are you doing, are you crazy?!", and i had to seclude my embarrassment from the waiter, by pretending to be just some mad foreigner. we were poor, but hid it well, and i concealed myself in the triumph that i was now your husband and thought of the promises to come during the honeymoon night,
a beautiful day, a mystic day, a number 7, and it sure as hell felt good calling you
"my wife".
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