After my divorce I was cleaning the attic and found her wedding dress, I brought it down in case I could sell it, a couple years passed I was experimenting with men and met a guy who liked dress up, he saw the dress and asked me to wear it, he told me I was beautiful, we kissed and then he showed me what a man is, I was on top of him looking at myself in the mirror and when he got behind me I put the veil down and he pulled out and covered the dress with his juice, a few more times and I put it away, some few years later the ex contacted me about it and was happy I still had it so her daughter can get married the next summer in it, dirty little bride