Free After The Wedding by L Sandifer

AFTER THE WEDDING
    Lies and Deception
     
     
    I’m Elizabeth Warn, and my new husband (Justin) and I have just boarded a flight back to New York to begin our new life together, leaving behind the beautiful Island of Barbados, where we celebrated the most wonderful honeymoon, filled with a lifetime of memories that I will never forget.  The island had the most beautiful trees that I had ever seen, and the leaves on the Palms always moved back and forth as if they were waiting for new lovers to inhabit the nature surrounding them.  The ocean was blue and sparkled like diamonds, and the exotic flowers of many different varieties and colors seemed to whisper sounds of love in the air, saying “Stay with us for a long journey,” but as enchanting as it was, we had our own journey, the road to fulfillment and happiness, spending the rest of our lives together.
     
    Our first class accommodations are exquisite. We were just served well chilled champagne; just what I needed to relax and think about the life I look forward to sharing with Justin, while I watch his body as he sleeps, resting his hand on my thigh. I close my eyes and remember the intense love we made before leaving the island.  His body dripped of sweet sweat as he covered me and moved as though we were dancing to the sound of magical music that only we could hear, but my thoughts were interrupted, when he turned his head, leaned closer and whispered in my ear that he loved me and wanted to make love again, and I looked into his eyes and said “I love you too Justin, and can’t wait until we get home.”
     
    I also had time to reminisce about my life as a young girl growing up, before leaving home and venturing out into a world so far apart from how I was raised, and from college to a new career and meeting Justin Pent.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 1
    Reflections
    I guess I’d be classified as a small town girl from Abbeville, Mississippi, who thought she could spread her wings much wider and accomplish whatever she desired in a big city. Abbeville is very, very small and I always said playfully as a child, “If you blink your eyes twice passing through, you‘ll miss the entire town, so don’t blink at all.” Growing up, I always read and glanced through magazines that my mom subscribed to, Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar, which were my favorite. Whenever I saw a mail-in subscription card, I filled it out, requesting to have a mink coat sent C.O.D. and whatever else I saw in it that grabbed my attention, then I’d ask my father to mail it. He never looked at the card, just stamped and mailed it.  Well, I never received the mink coat or anything else. I guess from the printing on the card, there was no doubt I was an under aged child, not knowing what the heck I was doing, at only eight or nine years old.
     
    I loved watching Walt Disney and was a bigger than ever fan of the show, but if my father Bill came in, and wanted to see something else, he always turned the channel and it didn’t matter what show anyone else was watching, unless it was my mother Tennie. But, when I watched, I sang right along with Annette and Cubby, sitting on the floor in front of our big brown Sylvania TV.  It was my highlight of the day, right after school. It was such a favorite, that I volunteered my father ‘s help in building a Mickey Mouse Club House, and charged .50 cent dues to join.  I only had about five members, but was happy that I had my very own, special Club House, like Annette and Cubby. Whenever any of my relatives visited, I took cigarettes from anyone who smoked and saved them for the next club meeting for the members who said they wanted to take smoking lessons whenever we met. That didn’t last for long, thank goodness, because my father caught us one day. He almost closed the club down, but I begged and pleaded until he gave in.
     
    My dad was an eighteen wheeler truck driver, who went to