Wolverson's Queen
“Erm, what the fucking fuck?”
We all laugh. How could we not? “We’re getting married, now.” I point to the priest, although he looks at us like we’re crazy. The registrar also thinking we are. I don’t care. Actually, we don’t care. We gave her the collar, the two rings that connect into one, and the clit bar. We have another ring, once that is five different colours of gold entwined together. One to symbolise each one of us.
“So, we’re getting married?” Emmi questions.
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