As she packed her suitcase, she cringed at the thought of the journey

Sisters wedding

she was about to take. When her lover had asked her to go to Pittsburgh

with him for his sisters wedding, she had been thrilled with the thought

of spending the week together. That was before she had found out they

would be driving from Manhattan to the wedding. She had tried to

convince him to fly, had even offered to pay for both their tickets and

the rental car. He had just laughed and told her it would be great to

spend the time with her alone.

She knew in her heart that this was the end of their relationship.

Everyone had always teased her about having a bladder the size of a

peanut, and she supposed in a way it was kind of amusing. Until you

started traveling together. She could just imagine how happy he would

be stopping at every rest area the whole length of the PA turnpike so

she could go to the bathroom. She had finally told him last night of

her fear that she would anger him by her frequent pit stops, but he had

just laughed and told her that she was worried about nothing.

They never even made it through New Jersey when she had to ask him to

pull over at the next rest area. He complied still smiling. Four rest

areas later and countless apologies, he was no longer smiling. When

they finally got to their hotel, he gave her a perfunctory kiss on the

cheek and said he was going to go to the bar for a drink. She tightened

down the pain in her chest, called her secretary and told her to check

on flight availability's on the red eye on the day of the wedding. She

wouldn't cause a scene and miss the event, but she knew she wouldn't be

taking that car ride back home with him.

She unpacked their clothes, called the front desk to check on getting

their things pressed and ran her self a bath. It was going to be a long

week. The days were filled with harried meetings with his family,

countless dinners out with his old friends and quiet evenings, where she

could only guess he was planning on ways to cope with the tortuously

long ride home. She was almost tempted to tell him she had made other

plans, but she never seemed to be able to broach the topic.

The wedding was beautiful, but over shadowed by the imminent argument

she was sure to follow. They returned to the hotel and as they entered

their room she sprung her plans on him. He didn't seem very surprised,

in fact he didn't seem angry or happy about the issue at all. He simply

told her to cancel the taxi that he would drive her to the airport. As

she hung up the phone he came up behind her and whispered to her that he

had a present for her. His long fingers easily undid the buttons and

zippers that held the formal sleeveless gown in place. Within moments

he had her stripped utterly bare. She loved the feel of his clothes

against her naked skin. "Close your eyes." He whispered. She obeyed

without question. Cool silk touched her stomach as she felt her body

being caressed by what she thought was some type of lingerie. It

wrapped around her, and she felt him pulling it tighter and she realized

with a wicked grin that he was placing her in a corset. He tugged and

adjusted, tightening here and loosening there until she was held snugly

in its embrace. Tiny ruffles of lace reached up and stroked her

nipples. She could feel the gently scratchiness of it making her

breasts tingle.