We wondered what would the people be like, would they be attractive? Would the men force their attentions on Lizbeth? Or maybe would the women for tha... matter? Concerning me: would the women be sex bombs or would they be pigs? Would the men be master fuckers, with knowledge about sex matters that would make me look like an inexperienced boy?To say the truth we had many worries about an experience new in our lives. While Lizbeth worried if some repulsive man would grab and force her, I worried. I admired her beauty and I was gazing at her. She then smiled and said what are you looking at? I said you are too beautiful and I can’t keep my eyes off you, I love you Manisha. She said I love you too. This made me crazy and I wanted to kiss her but couldn’t do so as I was afraid of losing her. But then I gathered some courage and I kissed her on her cheeks. She felt happy and I looked around the restaurant. I saw nobody there and I straight away planted a kiss on her lips. She just closed. ." Oh, puh-leeeeeze! I quit believing that fairy tale crap when I was ten. I don't need to dress up like a princess for a day. You've been to that kind of wedding, I would imagine. I'm sure that if you didn't go voluntarily then Tracy hauled you off to one or two. It's the kind of thing I think she'd go for..." I've been to some." Okay, then. Truth. How many of 'em do you think the marriage lasted longer than paying off the bills?" Good point. But I distinctly heard 'ring'."Giggle. "Brain fart.. His seduction is almost complete, I give in, I ask him if we can leave. He smiles with victory in his eyes, and he kisses me one last time and tells me no, I have to wait for him. I have to wait one week, and meet him at the same time at the same place to see if I can seduce him. And he does make me wait, and every day he writes me emails, a note, sends flowers with words of intellectual seduction. I go crazy with the wait, the next week I go to the same place at the same time. he is not there..