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He shook his head."A Dom usually holds a collaring ceremony with his slave.But that's not what you are to me.You're my 1950's wife.So I guess I'd better do this properly."He dropped to one knee in the basket, grimacing a little from the pain."Kaitlyn Ann, will you do me the honor of being my sweet wife?"

Her vision blurred and she started to laugh."Yes, Sergeant Gentry, I will."

He pulled a child's plastic flower ring out of his pocket and slid it on her finger."I didn't dare pick out a ring for you.We'll go shopping together, okay?"

She smiled, happiness swirling."Okay."

He stood up, wincing."But until then, that ring stays on your finger."He gave her a terribly stern look.

She shrugged, grinning impishly."You're the boss."

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