When no longer soft, sleek, and fair,And young enough to look lovelyWith long, curly, and well-coiffed hair,They felt, full force, their misery.Abando...ing men for otherWomen, women took as their bridesOr husbands--or just as lovers--Deaf to the old men's anguished cries.Happy in their sterility,Women with other women layAnd, careless of fertility,Saw sex as but a form of play.Breasts were for kisses, not for milk,;The mount of Venus, made for love;Feminine flesh, to rival silk--Naught was. Kesi wiped her eyes. “Maybe that place is in California. Grandpa Mike and Traci said we could stay with them until we get settled, and I really enjoyed our visit, especially getting to know Christy and Emma.”“I know, and I enjoyed it too. It was nice getting to know my dad again, and meeting Traci, but he has his new family and adding a couple of people to the household for the next few months would quickly become a strain. Plus, I’m not sure I want us to settle in southern California, but I. And there I was, no job, bills to pay and slightly going crazy. My parents were no help. I was a disappointment anyway. That's why they had Stan, my brother. So, one day I just packed a few things and left. As long as I had money I travelled to the places where I had seen him. Maybe I would see him again, find him.” Another shaky laugh. “Me, hunting ghosts and ending up with a werewolf and a pack of dogs.”I finished my coffee and scratched the dog behind his ears again. “I never told anyone. Thank you so much. For everything."She looked up at me with her big, brown eyes, and suddenly it seemed as if a wall broke down inside them, and I was staring straight into her soul. A few tears slowly formed in her eyes, and I saw her struggle to keep from crying. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her close against me, wondering if anything was wrong. I kissed the top of her head a few times, gently trailing my fingers through her long, golden locks."Amanda's a really lucky girl," I.