Humorous Wedding Night-Personal Narrative
Marriage. This had started because of a marriage. Marriage wasn't a foreign concept to Lalette Thelwell, not entirely... She knew that it bound a man and women together, and that once bound... children often filled their home. Boys seemed to the preferred, and husbands expected their wives to provide them with at least one healthy son... but with all the trouble that little boys seemed to get themselves into while playing in the streets, a secret part of Lalette doubted that was what anyone really wanted. Boys were mischief makers and little thieves that slipped their tiny hands into unwary pockets where the little girls only sold pretty flowers... Lalette had read countless stories about love, marriage, and courtship, but she had never considered
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and Fiona had seemed so nervous about the whole thing when she’d pulled Lalette aside to tell her the new -- almost frightened.
Biting her lip, Lalette turned the page, and again and again she was faced with illustrations of the female form in various poses. Each one had names and descriptions of what their working parts were -- but none of it was what she was looking for. Wives were to be wary of their husbands, not husbands of their wives... That meant that there was something different beyond the obvious, something men had that women didn’t -- something that connected the two... Something horrible that left the sheets bloody! When she finally found the page, Lalette’s hand moved slowly to the edge of the book.
She had never seen a man without his clothes before, and she had never considered that they would be so different beneath despite the already obvious differences between the two. Men were often taller with broader shoulders, and their hands were coarser, rougher at the fingers and thumb... Their jaws were often more striking, sharper even, more defined -- and where women had breasts to contend with men only had
and Fiona had seemed so nervous about the whole thing when she’d pulled Lalette aside to tell her the new -- almost frightened.
Biting her lip, Lalette turned the page, and again and again she was faced with illustrations of the female form in various poses. Each one had names and descriptions of what their working parts were -- but none of it was what she was looking for. Wives were to be wary of their husbands, not husbands of their wives... That meant that there was something different beyond the obvious, something men had that women didn’t -- something that connected the two... Something horrible that left the sheets bloody! When she finally found the page, Lalette’s hand moved slowly to the edge of the book.
She had never seen a man without his clothes before, and she had never considered that they would be so different beneath despite the already obvious differences between the two. Men were often taller with broader shoulders, and their hands were coarser, rougher at the fingers and thumb... Their jaws were often more striking, sharper even, more defined -- and where women had breasts to contend with men only had