I haven’t told him that I got evicted. I just told him that I needed help. I had to grin in spite of myself. I can see for two blocks and his car is...not in sight but I can hear that beater of his. As Dave pulled around the corner his lights flashed over me. I could hear his engine start to stall when he saw me. I must have surprised him. He took his foot off the gas when he realized I’m sitting in the middle of several suitcases and my computer. As he pulled up I put on my best happy smile and. As she saw herself in her mirror she looked more like The Indian maiden she became as the cave opened for her. Ariana became Raven. Body and soul. Hurting living things wouldn’t have entered her mind. Grabbing the Indian Dream catcher she escaped. Every thing was sit up where she had placed it over the past few days. She had placed her buckskin pants on the feeling was sensual. Tying the braided leather bands around her forehead her oval face with its black doe shape eyes. She allowed her knee. The day before I had worn a bra for the first time in over two weeks. I intended to go back to doing without. The saline bags under my breast tissue didn't sag very much. If my breast had been real they most likely would not have sagged too much either. I was still moving toward thirty, not away from it. In addition to the whites, I managed a pair of cargo pants in the olive drab color favored by the older military dress. I drew the line on drab there. I wore a bright red thermal long sleeve. "What do you want to do with this situation?" I asked against my better judgment.“I don’t want to hurt you,” was her reply.To say that I was disappointed by her answer would be an understatement of the year. She wanted to fuck him. She liked him. She was possibly smitten by him. In love, if I was truly unlucky. I was quiet while she continued to talk.“I like him, most people do. You know that. And I feel flattered that he wants me, embarrassed but flattered. I am a thirty-six-year-old woman.