The hushed mostly church girls softly spoke on matters principle to topic, chiefly (upcoming marriage, honeymoon)except you know everyone was thinking about the big S word, sex.
whether virginal or not so, it was the subject, the thing, the thought lingering within minds imaginative, picturing themselves with another, how that would look, how awkward this bride to 3 weeks be would hurt since she didn't even wear super tampons. wtf we all were like. talking of the gynecologist. she modeled her corset which looked the sluttiest thing I've ever seen on such a 'pure' girl, barely over twenty. so 'godly', such natural beauty from within. she was hesitant to appear before her lingerie party, merely her wedding cast, closest girlfriends, adopted? foster? sister/ mother and then there was me- uninvited but came with a friend anyway who had been. I didn't bring a present, I ate the cake, I drank 3 cups of the pineapple punch, listened and participated in slicing the thick air of questionry, dull personas, shy speakers, and a quiet bride.
I asked, so how many kids do you want to have? where do you want to live, where will you live?
Pushing away good riddance to the 'they're gonna do it' idea/ mental scene which had plagued my mind for ten full minutes. She answered polietly, pleased to move (away) from such private subjects.
