“Now, all the guys!” called Prior — and as she lifted her foot onto one of the hay bails, Lea noticed that most (though not all) of the men shrunk toward the sidelines.
“If you guys don’t have more balls than that,” Andy crowed, “y’all don’t deserve the chance to see up my wife’s dress!” He lifted the skirts of the Marilyn Monroe dress, which had managed to hold up remarkably well. Wide-eyed, some of the more prurient males scooted back front and center.
Sniggering, Andy lifted the hem of the dress to reveal the blue garter on Lea’s left thigh — borrowed from Cherry, so it covered two of the something borrowed items (the dress was new and the veil she’d worn had been her mother’s). Pulling down the garter with one set of strong fingers, Andy began to stroke the other hand up toward Lea’s
