They had obviously been experimentingdifferent looks and Cobi had liked his so much that he decided to keep itfor his trip to the mall."What do you th...nk?" I like it, I love that shade of lipstick," I admitted. Cobi beamed."Do you think that Mel will like it?" Mel's a girl," I replied honestly. "She won't notice anythingdifferent." Cobi nodded sullenly but I added. "If she does notice though,I'm sure she'll love it."Cobi nodded and, after we had collected our things from our respectivelockers,. We were now legally 'man and wife' and I wasthe happiest woman in the world! I was now Mrs. Penelope James!The rest of the day was a whirlwind of emotions as our friendscongratulated us. I had never kissed and hugged so many people. I was thecentre of attention and for once, was loving it! Karen took so manyphotographs, bossing us all around but always with a smile so we didn'tmind. After all, I wanted a lovely set of photos to look back on thisperfect day.The reception was wonderful. The. She was undeniably beautiful, but her beauty was fragile, easily spoiled by a bad color combination or unflattering lighting. The black robe was a great example of how bad she could look. It made some nice contrasts with her hair, but her skin, already nearly translucent, looked bruised where it touched the cloth and her eyes just looked tired this way.As they sat and listened, Ethan laid out the ideas he'd come up with for posing them. Sondra didn't reject any of his ideas, but did. I confessed that it was working out great and my only problem was figuring how to explain my new-found wealth to my husband should he find out. She laughed at that and said that she had no such worries for her situation was quite the opposite given her husband was quite well off and didn't take any notice of her spending.I asked her for 'her story' and she told me quite candidly that her road to being a whore housewife was much like that taken by thousands of women in the United States who.