" I turned and walked away from him. I don't know why, but as I walked I swung my hips in as sexy a manner as I knew how. I could almost feel his eyes...glued to my ass.At home that night I stripped off all my clothes and stood in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom. I liked what I saw. I had just turned fifteen and already my breasts were like small peaches – bigger than an "A" cup but not quite a "B" yet. My stomach was firm and flat. The bush at the "V" between my legs was light and. The bodice was cut to fit smooth, and it had capped sleeves. The veil was fingertip-length, and would be anchored to her head by a delicate tiara.The ensemble was breathtaking. And why not? Sonya was marrying J. Francis Hughes, a corporate CEO of a large company. He had paid for the dress, and he could well afford to give Sonya everything money could buy.If only Dash didn't show up. Sonya bit her lip, worrying. Dash, her ex, would surely have read her wedding announcement in the paper. Sonya. That sent Jason into a panic until she explained the only reasonwas she knew that Jason was still a little bothered sleeping with amarried woman. She just wanted him to be totally at ease in his new home.When Allison gave her normal warning of getting out while he still can,it did not have any effect on Jason. Mandy explained what was going on soit was just his servant being jealous.The divorce was quick for Alison did not contest it. The only objectionwas that the paper were sprung on Alison. For a moment, it didn’t seem too bad, maybe no worse than the belt, but then my arse seemed to explode into my brain – or maybe it was the other way round -- anyway, everything else just vanished from my brain at that moment – maybe better to say that my brain itself seemed to disappear in a sort of a tidal wave of really, really serious pain, so serious that I couldn't even think. I just felt as though I’d totally dissolved into a massive cloud of agony.It was really as though I lost.