Siren's Garter: Issue One August 2016 by Miriam F. Martin Page A

those days.”
    “ Da, but brings back some great
memories.”
    “ Mom,” Elsie said. “Are you both
crying?”
    “ No,” she said, head down, and
stepped over close to Biggins. “Here, Molly. You can have the black
book. It was wrong of me to keep it from you.”
    Molly Biggins wrapped her arms
around Mom and brought her in for a bear hug. “Thank you, Gertie.
We have to catch up. After the wedding?”
    “ I’d like that.” Mom returned the
hug, and pecked Biggins on the cheek.
    Kevin leaned over to Elsie’s ear.
“Are you crying, too?” he whispered.
    “ Oh shut up,” Elsie smacked him on
the chest.
    “ This is all sappy and shit,” Zack
yelled. “But I’m still here!”
    “ Darling,” said Biggins. “We have
not forgotten you.”
    “ Time to go,” said Mom. “Call me,
Molly. There’s a perfect tea shop downtown.”
    “ I look forward to that,” said
Biggins. She reached into the carpetbag, looking at Zack. “As for
you, I have a long night planned.”
    “ Yawn,” he said. “Just get it over
with Sasquatch.”
    Elsie touched Biggins on the elbow.
“You have my blessing to punish him any way you see
fit.”
    Nikolai set up the tripod in one
corner of the room, and gave a thumbs up.
    “ Oh we shall punish him,” said
Biggins. From the carpetbag, she pulled out an eight-inch strap-on
dildo and a bottle of lube. “Russian style.”
    Zack’s eyes nearly popped out of
his head, as if he were already being anal fucked. He struggled
against the ropes, thrashing, trying to get free. And going
nowhere.
    “ Elsie!” he yelled. “Els! Please,
don’t leave me! I’ll—mmmmph!”
    Nikolai stuck a red ball-gag into
Zack’s mouth and tied it behind his head.
    “ Much better, thank you Nikolai,”
said Biggins. “Hmm. Maybe we’ll publish a red book for our new
friend. Da?”
    “ Sounds like a bestseller,” Mom
said, sharing a giggle with Biggins.
    “ Bye asshole,” Elsie patted Zack
on the head. Then she hooked her arms in Kevin’s and Brad’s elbows.
“Come on, boys. Let’s get out of here before things get
nasty.”
    When Mom closed the door behind
them, Elsie could still hear Zack yelling through his ball-gag for
help.
    And still heard him from down the
hall.
    The elevator was thankfully quiet,
except for the requisite elevator music. She pecked Brad on the
cheek, making him blush.
    And then she took Kevin in her arms
and French kissed him.

 
    Epilogue
     
    Elsie shut the bridal suite door
behind her, and leaned against it, sighing in sweet relief. Her
white satin gown crushed against the door, but she didn’t care. All
the tension leading up to the wedding just sort of drifting out of
her body, leaving her feeling euphoric and full of
energy.
    Kevin reached over her shoulder and
slid the chain in place. “Mrs. Kincaid,” he said.
    “ Hubby,” she said.
    His black tuxedo fit him perfectly.
He looked like 007 with his bow-tie undone and collar button open,
dashing and roguish, tied up in a neat packaging Elsie couldn’t
wait to unwrap. She reached around his waist, inside his jacket,
and pulled Kevin closer.
    He cupped her face in both hands
and kissed her. His breath tasted of champagne and vanilla frosted
wedding cake.
    They had danced until midnight,
which seemed to be the time when sleepy Wenakaga closed down for
the night. There’d been the requisite speeches, the thank yous, the
hugs and shaking hands. Then the guests all wanted to go back to
their rooms.
    Good thing, so did
Elsie.
    She heard a bed-frame squeaking
repeatedly from directly below. In Zack’s room. Hard to say, but
she thought she heard muffled moaning as well.
    Kevin shook his head, frowning. He
heard it too. “Poor guy. I mean, I hated him. But he’s going to be
sore.”
    Elsie tore his tux jacket off. “So
will you.”
    The ritual undressing took about
thirty seconds. She popped the buttons off his shirt. He broke her
dress’s zipper. Then they were down to the underwear. She wore a
black strapless