After managing a few hours sleep I woke to a panic attack. Given the state of my mind when I fell asleep, this did not surprise me. I took a bubble bath to relax and then spent what was left of the afternoon making the final preparations for the morrows activities. This then, is the state I was in when the telephone chose to ring. Father answered it and said Don was calling. I had not yet reached the phone when abject terror gripped my heart, the better to pull on its strings. My fears were further pushed along their road to ruin when I heard the words I had been hoping not to, "Cassandra, we need to talk."
I do not remember if I even took the time to hang up the phone, all I remember is rushing past my father with tears in my eyes. When I arrived at Don's house, I took only a second to compose myself, and then climbed the stairs to meet my doom. Don was very solemn. I saw him speaking but heard nothing save the pounding of my blood as it coursed through my veins. Finally, as if sensing my fear, he pulled out a ring and told me that I could either marry him then, or take my leave. My ears suddenly opened, and my breath returned from wherever it had abandoned me for. It was without remorse for the life I was leaving behind that I put his ring on my finger and became Mrs. Don Lothario.
Our joy became complete as we hurriedly removed our attire and tumbled into our wedding bed. We consummated our union with tenderness and passion. My husband was attentive to my needs and made the experience one that I will remember to the end of my days. Once we had achieved the stage of copulation, I began to put the lessons I learned from Dina into use. It was with joy that I watched the surprise appear on my husbands face, and then elation as I heard him ask me not to stop. I could so get used to this, I remember thinking to myself as I moved in rhythm with him into and out of my willing body.
All too soon the eternity of our passion drew to a close as I saw his eyes completely roll back into his head and felt him arch to drive himself deeper into me. I tried to aid him then, pulling with every thread I could muster as I felt wave upon wave roll through my being. I felt our bodies shudder as we fell apart, our passion spent, for the moment.
My body seemed to move of its own volition, as it settled into him. My head found its home on his chest as his fingers lost themselves in my hair. We talked of many things, what I can not exactly quantify, but I knew then that I felt more alive than at any other moment in my life. All too soon our bliss was at an end as the phone started its incessant ring. As my husband rose from our conjugal bed, I told him it was most likely my father. He nodded, the words no longer necessary between us so deep was our bond at that moment. I chuckled to myself when I heard Don say Mrs. Lothario, as I imagined the look on my fathers face.
As he hung up the phone and turned to me, my chuckle turned into laughter as my husband stood there with his mouth hanging open. He grinned at that, and told me to get off my ass (his words, not mine), that it was time to celebrate. It seemed my father had not disowned me as I had expected, instead he had gifted me with a large dowry. I do not remember much of the specifics of what occurred over the next few hours after that. I do know that when they had passed however, the shy bookworm was no more for in her place stood the glowing chrysalis.
