...I was now driving as fast as i could, "peddle to the metal" to coin
a phrase. "Men are such ASSHOLES!" I screamed at the top of my lungs while I
drove with my wedding veil tugging in the wind as it drifted out the window.
I had no idea where I was going, just where ever I could to get as far away
from where I was. I rolled up the window so I could light a cigarette,
catching my veil in it I ripped it off and threw it behind me, tearing it
quite badly, "What the hell do I care, his parents paid for it!". I lit the
cigarette and let up on the gas, there was certainly no need to get a ticket
on top of all the other crap that's happened today. I thought about the 
nerve it takes to send your brother to the judge's office at the last 
moment and tell the blushing bride that the groom had found someone else 
better suited to his taste in women, how rude. In an obvious rage I 
immediatly went to sell the ring, cubic zirconia, got $15 for it, at least 
I got a genuine wedding gown out of the deal, at that moment the cherry fell
off my cigarette and began burning a hole in the satin gown over my knee.
I slammed on the brakes and pulled into a parking lot along the shore of a 
small pond with wheels screeching, jumped out and began to beat the ash out
of the skirt, a nice little black hole stared back as if to mock me. I 
slammed the door and headed for a bench by the pond to sit and think, I just
noticed that the skirt was caught in the door as I heard the rip. I could
fix the tear and maybe the hole too I thought, not quite ruined,,,yet. Of
course, I said to myself, his parents paid for it and might very well want
the gown back. 
     The day was bright and warm with just a hint of a breeze to rustle the
skirt of the gown as I walked past the bench i was going to sit on and
proceeded directly to the ponds edge. The expensive white leather pumps 
I was given sank slowly into the warm grey mud as I stood pondering my next
move. The ooze soon covered my feet and kissed the hem of the designer gown
they had bought for me, one thing was for sure, at least his mother had
taste I mumbled as I took another step and sank to my ankles in the
invitingly warm goo. My next steps left the nice shoes mired deep in the mud
so I stuck my satin gloved hand into the mud to pull them out and tossed
them back onto solid ground then took a few more steps, now into the water
I stirred up the muddy mess and it began to soak into the esquisite satin.
"What am I doing?!" I said to myself as I retreated from the dress ruining
muck and back to where the shoes now lay, "This is absolutely the most
childish act I have ever contemplated." I picked up the shoes and turned to
go back to the car, paused for a moment, let out a bone chilling scream as
I threw the shoes as far as I could towards the car, turned again and ran 
full speed, then flung myself head first as far as my legs could, out into 
warm murky water!! I began to swim out into the water, gentle waves raced me
as I began to laugh and splash in the warmth. Suddenly all my cares vanished
and I felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders.
I stood, it was only waist deep but I could feel the invigorating mud 
squish between my toes and could now see that the muddy water I'd stirred
up was staining the gown a vengefull looking shade of gray. I moved back 
nearer the waters edge, plopped myself heavily into the shiney mud and 
scooped up a huge handful that I smeared across the satin bodice. I layed
back and began to roll in the warm muck, covering every square inch of that 
designer gown with the rich scent of decaying organic matter, gray and 
smooth. With both satin gloved hands I piled mud onto the satin skirt as I
sat until the lower part of my body was completely buried under it. "Oh how
sweet is the smell of revenge!" I gloated as I tried to stand from under the 
weight of the mud and fell back into the swirling muddy water. I now lay in
the water just a few feet from the shore, just deep enough that the gown was
immersed but I could lay my head back and stare at the clouds slowly rolling
across the sky above me. I layed there for quite awhile.
     The day was still warm but the time was passing and I still had to 
drive back home with two stops along the way. I swam out into the pond
and was amazed at how warm the water was even where I could barely touch the 
bottom. The gown, even though now a most unpleasing shade of dark gray,
looked fabulous as it swirled around me with air bubbles under the skirt.
Surrounded by the shimmering wet satin I could not ignore how beautiful it
looked with the sunlight dancing both on the water and the wet satin! I 
found myself captivated by the eroticism of wearing a wedding gown while
swimming in the little pond, not to mention the fact of having covered it
with the rich muck a while before.  To be very honest I found it strangely
arousing in the naughtiness of my present stuation, it felt so wrong but it
felt so right!! I swam to the other side of the pond and crawled out onto 
the shore, the slow breeze cooling the satin against my skin felt quite
invigorating as I stood in full veiw of the road, I noticed a car slow and
the occupants staring at me, then back up to speed, theorising about the 
sight they had just seen. I paid them no mind as I stepped back into the 
calm water, the wet fabric now billowed up around me as I moved deeper into
the pond, I slipped into the water with arms outstreched, I could feel the 
bubbles run from under my skirt before I went under for a quick dip to
rinse my hair. 
     Back on the other side I moved out of the water, the heavy feel of the 
drenched gown felt wonderful on my shoulders as I walked back to the car,
slipped out of the dress, allowing it to plop onto the hot pavement and 
grabbed the change of clothes out of the back. Once suitably clothed I 
packed the dripping dress, muddy shoes and torn veil into a bag from the 
trunk and headed back the way I had come. I honestly felt allot better, 
don't know why I just did. I stopped at a laundro-mat on the way, washed
the dress, shoes and veil at the same time so they ALL had the same shade
of gray, dryed them thoroughly to set the stain permanently and dropped the 
bag on his parents doorstep. Thinking back on the day I realized that I was
spared a great deal of heartache later in life, like next week maybe, then 
stopped at a nice mall restaurant for an early dinner. While eating my
dinner I noticed a new store across the way with grand opening banners and
all the trimmings, "Wedding Gowns $99 and up" said the banner.  I'll have
to stop in there very soon I thought.