Chapter Fourteen - Wedding
Kathy stood up straight. The white satin gown clung to her, tight against the swell of her breasts, tight at the small circle of her waist, and tight over the flaring curve of her hips. Her dark hair contrasted with the half-veil that Stella was placing carefully on her head. She felt the heat between her legs. A moment ago her mouth was dry, but now she had to swallow the saliva that had suddenly begun to flow.
“Sweet Jesus!” Stella exclaimed, “you are truly a most beautiful woman.” She stood back and shook her head. It was a sincere expression of admiration. Kathy herself was astonished by the mirror image that seemed only vaguely familiar.
Stella opened the bathroom door. A strange Gregorian chant played softly through the loudspeakers. Except for a brigh
