" But it was my life," she shrieked, "I climbed my way up from the gutter as an orphan. And I worked for years as a scullery maid til one man offered ...e ten silver for a night with me. The money was so good that the next day I tried to get into all the brothels in Paris." she was sobbing again, the anger had left her voice."I sold my body at fourteen so I could eat ... so don't you tell me what I don't have figured out."There was a lull in our conversation. The candle had almost burned down.. " Government workers or contract types?" Government."Carol only hummed in her throat. "If it wasn't for the eyes, youwouldn't be able to tell it was the old bat," she saiddistractedly."It's Jane," Darla affirmed coldly, but Carol didn't say anotherword.They stood there in silence for almost half an hour until thehospital room door opened. Several more green-garbed figuresfiled in, led by one whose bountiful feminine endowments even theformless medical garments couldn't quite hide. She walked. If you have any questions, please wait 'til I'm finished. Other wise I may not have the courage to keep going."I took a big breath and then went on, "Soooo ... here is my story, warts and all. I come from a well to do family. I have a mother and father, and an older brother and sister, though in all honesty I don't consider them family. You and the Ricci family in Siena are far and away more like family to me! A hundred times ... NO! A thousand times more, in fact!"To my blood family I am just. Some however, are life changing alterations that can have a monumental impact in shaping the course of our future. It is this type of decision for which I face, and I can honestly say that I am truly afraid of making the wrong choice. You see my dilemma stems from the fact that my ex-girlfriend, Jennifer, wants to get back together with me. We broke up in high school, and I haven’t lived a truly happy day since. It was her fault that we separated. She literally broke my heart, and even though I.