So I wrote her a story. And this is what happened.I booked into Prestonfield House, a very beautiful, and wildly expensive hotel in Edinburgh, and mad... sure that not only had they put a bottle of chilled champagne on ice in the room, but I'd paid them to get their florist, Maxwell Flowers, to make a beautiful arrangement of flowers in the room too. The blooms were perfect, just emerging, and their scent filled the suite with their erotic charge.I'd also arranged with the staff that we would. You look very pretty tonight” He murmured into my ear, His lips brushing against my pierced lobe, “do you like them?” I nodded, feeling His unshaven jaw against my temple.All the while His powerful hands had been roaming at will over my body and my nod seems, in hindsight, to have provided consent for all that ensued. He unzipped my wedding dress, removed the straps and let it fall to the floor: “don’t you think you should thank me with a kiss?” He asked as He pressed down on my shoulders,. Chris quickly looked down at hisdesk and started doodling on the back side of his pad.With five minutes left to go, Jack looked over his drawing one lasttime. He gave it one last stroke and said, "There, perfect." He lookedto his left and Todd was still working, making a series of tiny crosshatches on his drawing. He looked to his right and saw Chris drawingand laughing to himself. He said, "Hey, what have you got there? Thatdoesn't look like your official penis drawing."Chris moved his hand. To me it nearly screamed over engineered from the start, but then again it was a hundred and fifty foot tall freestanding tower and it sure as hell needed something to hold the bottom still where we put it.Once we had the tower assembled we headed back down for supper, even though it was still an hour or so before sunset. Sigfried's instructions said the concrete would be stable enough after twelve hours, but I wasn't about to take the risk. It would get at least two days before I tried it..