Sometimes I wonder if it is a dream. My life has been a series of relationships that have been formed and then lost. Every time I thought I had finall... found a home, I would see that stage end and a new one would begin. Some families were good while others were bad. I guess, over the years, I learned to develop a shield to protect me from the hurt that would eventually come.I have always been self-conscious about my body. I look at the models on the covers of magazines and I cringe. I know. ”“Merry Christmas Mom, I love you too.” I replied.It was always hard for us during the holidays. Even after all this time, you never really get over it. She then asked me if I had spoken to Beth. I told her no, but that she had called. She went on to tell me that Beth and Lance had reconciled and he had moved back in. I had really figured as much, so I wasn’t overwhelmed by the news. I could tell by the tone in my mother-in-law’s voice she wasn’t elated by the news. ‘If you only knew, Mom.’ I. To my surprise, there standing alongside my van was the middle sister, looking around and waiting for me. This girl was the cream of the crop so to speak; her red hair glistened in the sunlight a deep red. Her body was trim and well-shaped, breasts well proportioned for her body. Both of her sisters were rather pretty albeit heavyset, but this one, a heavenly body but a plain-Jane face. As I approached, she smiled showing her braces, quickly covering her mouth with her hand, she said 'Hello' to. "Tinker Bell, Tinker Bell, Tinker Bell!" Johnny preens, stopping just in front of her, "Don't you look sweet!" smacking his hand down on the armrests, making her jump and squeal. Laughing, he moves back and lounges against the edge of the stage between his grinning sidekicks."So, Tink, what's with the text? You finally decide you need what I can give?" he leers, running a hand over his crotch, exaggerating its bulk."No," Tink croaks out in a strangled voice."Then what's up, bitch?Tink gives her.