“Bloody hell, Kathy” I complained as we were driving back, “I thought you were going to take your clothes at one point”
She smiled enigmatically “Just buttering up the customers, Pete”
“Where do you have in mind?” I asked
“Cottlestone Hall” she replied
It was perfect I had to admit, out in the country, away from prying eyes with a small chapel built on the side.
“Giles will never let you hold a nudist wedding there.”
“He will if he thinks he’ll get to see me naked”
True, I thought, Giles lusted dearly after our Kathy.
“You think he’ll believe you?”
“About the naturist wedding?”
“No, that he’ll get to see you in the buff?”
“Well we always like to take a full part, don’t we? Remember the clown outfits?”
“Kathy,” I said firmly, “we’re not dressing up for this one”
“Don’t worry” she replied, “I won’t be wearing a costume this time”
What was that supposed to mean?
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