A family resort...yeah, that is going to be fun. You can't help but picture bingo with old ladies and a pool filled with toddlers that can't hold thei... bladder. On the long ride to the resort your mom passed you the brochure for the resort. It doesn't have any pictures but it does promise a large pool, tennis courts, sauna, hot tubs, massages, and tons of other relaxing activities. But what surprise you most is some bold lettering on the bottom. "All guest must be at least 18 years of age.". The green dress went on and she zipped it upat the back.I still didn't know what I looked like as she wouldn't let me see myselfin the mirror. I had to sit in the corner while she finished her makeupand got dressed. We were both wearing sheath style dresses.When she was dressed, she selected some jewellery for us, clip onearrings for me, a necklace and a couple of bracelets. She then handedme one of her small clutch bags, told me to put my phone, some money andmy credit/debit card in, we were. So yeah. That’s me. Or at least ... that’s who I was.My work was having a Halloween party. Costume, of course, and Christie had invited me to a big LGBT party straight after. I needed something that would be professional enough for my workmates, but sexy enough for to wear to one of Christie’s things.She likes to show me off. I think it’s because I’m so tiny - I’m a bit under five foot. Black hair, which I keep pretty long, and I try to keep myself in shape. “Petite” would be the word, I guess. “and I should know. I’m quite good at celebrating.”The rest of the evening was taken out of our hands. We were taken to the pub and bought drinks all night, which of course meant that we were more than a little drunk when we were at last alone in the bedroom.We undressed, and climbed into bed.“Too tired,” she slurred. “And drunk.”“Just as well we sealed the deal before dinner,” I said, but she was asleep before my sentence was completed. I followed her example.I announced our engagement to the.