The Large Brown Paper Bag
Chapter Four
The wedding went without a single glitch. Everyone was in a jovial and mellow mood. We shook a lot of hands, posed for pictures and kissed a lot. While I knew that our wedding night was not to be as I planned I was still happy and proud to have her on my arm. We walked into the reception like the loving couple we were supposed to be with applause all around and more kissing. Then she walked me out the side door and into a small room that looked like a janitor’s closet. The dreaded toilet frame was already there.
“Take off your clothes, you piece of s**t,” she said.
“Miss Sherry, what about our guests?” I asked deferentially.
“I’ll tell them you needed time to get that puny worm between your legs hard for later tonight,” she said. “Now, get those
