She wore a tight black top and even tighter dark blue jean with an apron tied around her waist. “Just an espresso please and a toasted cheese sandwi...h.”“Which bread?”“Brown please.”“Please sit and I will bring it.”I sat at the table closest to the counter so I could keep looking at this girl. She had a strong accent, Eastern European of some kind. She went back behind the fridge and I really couldn’t see her, but got a little peak now and them. Her jeans were so tight and hugged her bottom in. Minister O’Connell had already vanished, and Margie’s Father guided me toward the chapel doors.As we mounted the steps to the chapel, I heard an organ begin to play the ‘Bridal March’, but we had no organ or even a piano. How could there be organ music, I wondered?“That’s part of the music that we brought with us,” Carl O’Connell told me, as if reading my mind. “Maybe he can read my mind,” I thought for a second, but we were passing through the doors of the chapel now, and I stopped in shocked. I giggled. "I'm sorry." She released me, hugged me to her and slapped my butt several times, stinging slaps, but her delicious breasts against my face made it all worthwhile. We laughed and giggled, hugging each other under the shower. I loved it - her aggression and playfulness were making think thoughts I had only just recently began to think about boys - but never another girl, and especially not my cousin Jane! The sheer naughtiness of it all was really beginning to arouse me.She released. I would get up about 5, load up the papers in the bag on the front of my bike and get to work. As the months passed I was enjoying making some money of my own and really liked be up and out of the house before dawn, Once summer came around, I really learned to love getting up early, Mostly because people would hang their laundry out to dry the night before and go out and get it once they woke up. My old desires to wear women's clothes came rushing back to me, and I often found myself between.