......(After an idea originally suggested in a story by Susan Petty)Up to recently i was fairly shure my name was Marco but if you couldsee me now you...would never believe it, especially if you saw the way iam dressed now. I'm fully made up as a blushing young bride with myhair done up in a very glamorous updo and i'm wearing an exquisitedesigner bridal gown and veil with clouds of petticoats and full bridallingerie and i'm waiting for my devious stepmother to get ready andtake me to the very. With a little time, a longer kiss, the boy’s hands started to caress her skin, massage the meat of her buttocks, and tickle up and down her spine. It earned another smile from her, and she lifted her head so she could show her joy to the small man in her arms. If he was able to feel aroused by her, then his misery was not permanent.She nudged him into the wall of black marble, and got down on her knees. The sight of her beneath him, with her hands on his hips, was enough to break the boy’s. It was actually that she couldn’t see the floor through the tears that still flowed from her eyes.Once they reached the room, Betsy tossed a box of tissues to the woman. The woman fumbled the catch, and the box fell to the floor. She reached down to pick it up.“Blow your nose,” Betsy said.The woman grabbed a tissue out of the box. She blew her nose with a loud honking sound. It wasn’t very ladylike. She did find that she was able to breath a little easier.“What’s your name?”“Candy.”“Candy? Do. I felt around for a light switch but couldn't find any. I stood for a second trying to adjust my eyes to the light. It turned out to be a modestly-sized room, at least by the standards of the rest of the house.As I stepped further into the room, my eyes adjusted and I could just barely make out something against the far wall of the room. As I slowly walked over to it...|Click| The door closed softly behind me, leaving me in complete darkness."Shit!" I scrambled for the door. It had no door knob.