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problem for him. You will be married to him today and become his wife in the eyes of the men who are influential and can help his career, and as a boy, and slave, and wife, you will learn to delight your new husband in bed!"

"But, I've never done anything with a man! I like girls!"

"Enough!" Jacky demanded with heat. "You forget who you are, slave! You are the embezzler, and your likes, dislikes and wishes are not considered! What your Master wishes is all that matters. Now, be quiet, Jennifer, we are coming to the Church where you are to be married."

We pulled into the parking lot of a large Church and my sense of reality vanished completely. This simply wasn't happening! It was all some sort of weird dream! Surely I would wake up at any moment...

In a daze, Jacky helped me from the car and led me to a small room at the back of the Church. Jacky sat me on a velvet covered bench, left me briefly, then returned with the minister. He was a short, balding man in black robes who was perspiring heavily.

"Good evening, Miss Petti," he said. "I just want you to know that I have been given the rings and everything is all arranged. We can begin as soon as you're ready. And, may I say that you make a very lovely young bride, my Dear?"

"Thank you," I said in my little girl's voice.

"Just signal when you feel ready," he said to Jacky, then he left the room.

Jacky stood in the doorway through which the minister had disappeared and watched as he walked to the front of the Church. She then waved to someone inside the Church and turned to me.

"OK, Jennifer, let's go. Mr. Devon is waiting for you," she said.

I got up and walked through the door as an organ began playing, "Here Comes The Bride." As I walked down the aisle towards the altar, I could see Mr. Devon standing with the minister and a lady I didn't recognize. Mr. Devon was wearing a white tuxedo.

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