“Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”- Seneca I'm standing at the altar in a fuchsia-colored bridesmaid dress. Fuchsia might make most people think of the ugly duckling of bridesmaid dresses, but my dress was the white swan of the bridesmaid dresses. My mother had it custom-designed with me in mind. It was tailored to fit my every curve. A simple yet fashionable summer dress with a neckline that was cut into a gentle V, showing just a small delicate taste of my creamy cleavage. The dress hugged my stomach like a second skin, traveling down to my waist, where it flowed out into a billowy skirt that stopped just below my ankle. The designer smiled and laughed at one of my fittings, where she jokingly told me that she'd added a thigh-high slit in the dress so it wouldn't hinder my dancing.Unbeknownst to the seamstress, I could dance in anything, even a skin-tight mermaid dress, like the dress my mother was currently walking down the aisle in. Dancing was my solace

“Never force the physical; instead infect your targets with heat, lure them into lust. Morality, judgement, and concern for the future will all melt away.” -Robert Greene "Ummm, Mr. Velimir, I think I've found something that might interest you." My account timid voice states over the phone. "What's going on, Martha?" I ask, trying to sound calm and collected when internally I am anything but every plan I've made this week has failed. "It's hard to explain over the phone, Mr. Velimir. I think it would be best if I bring the paperwork to your office or if you come out here." Martha replied. I bounced my baseball off my closed office door, deciding if I'd let Martha, who'd been trying so hard all month to get me to notice her, into my office, or if I'd invade her space with my presence. The ball bounced back and forth from my palm to the door multiple times before deciding. It had been too long since I'd given in to my sensual pleasures, and if Martha asked nicely, I'd let her parta