And we both had them. The only difference in those eyeswas that mine had seen ten thousand more tomorrows. And, of course, thatmine needed reader glas...es, not just glasses for distance."Your hair isn't auburn," he said weakly."No. I tried it once. It's not really for me. I found out that I preferbeing honest. I don't even try to hide my gray," I said as sweetly as Icould. I show him the mostly-gray lock of the hair at my temple. I shrug,"And, honestly, I'm a little lazy and it's a pain to keep. He helped her to her feet, and she staggered as she tried to get used to the unusual footwear. After a time and a few unsteady starts, she walked carefully over to the bushes and went to see if her snares had caught anything overnight. They had, so she started straight in to skinning and cleaning, a job she seemed quite content to do every morning.Jake sorted the horses out, watering them and getting them saddled. He was saddling six every time now, but it was by far the easiest way to carry. I could see the dark brown that I thought was the glove, but I couldn’t quite reach it. I used the box to my left to balance and I finally grasped it in my hand.The glove fell back in the box as I screamed, loudly. I felt something brush over me, like a hand, caressing my butt and a finger, pushing along my moist sex. I found myself screaming a second time as I felt it – penetrate me. I actually felt it go in.I fell backwards onto my bottom in shock. My hands came up quickly behind me and I. Give her a chance, she told herself, lifting her eyes from the book and craning her neck around the girl in front of her to see the woman.Her entire body tensed when the new teacher looked up from the grade book, tapped her pencil, smiled, and said, "Hello, girls. I'm Marsha Crow."It couldn't be. It absolutely could not be. It must not be, and then, Ilsa's thunderstruck mind bellowed, "how on earth can it possibly be?"But it was. It was the woman from the park, who had watched her and Melanie.