In my mind’s eye I could see the kids, Sarah and Mia, running into the house and calling for him: “daddy, daddy!” I was sick at heart and ruined...of body. Jeff said I needed to move on and live my life, but I could see no upside to that. I just wanted to die. Dying would be good: an end to all of the pain and emotional suffering.The odd thing: I felt lost and alone and empty, but I didn’t actually hate the two of them. Don’t know why; I should hate them shouldn’t I? They’d taken the last shred. One of the things she often mentioned was how shallow and useless most boys were, how they'd chase girls with big tits and ignore girls like herself. I assured her that there was nothing wrong with her body, that it was their loss for not chasing her. Kate then asked me if I found her attractive, if I didn’t think her tits were too small, her ass too big, her skin not tan enough etc. All those insecurities plaguing young girls. I indulged her in some praise, that I found her really attractive. We only had one TV set And channels maybe two, But always there was one of them With something worth the viewFor snacks we had potato chips That tasted like a chip. And if you wanted flavor There was Lipton’s onion dip.Store-bought snacks were rare because My mother liked to cook And nothing can compare to snacks In Betty Crocker’s bookWeekends were for family trips Or staying home to play We all did things together – Even go to church to pray.When we did our weekend trips Depending on the. 'Shhh, bequiet sweetie' Jodie whispered in his ear 'You know it's better thisway' Roberta grunted his disagreement and Jodie put the end of the cropin his face angrily 'now don't be silly, Sarah gets her own sexy hunkto play with for a week instead of her pathetic excuse for a husband,and you get to act out all your dirty little sissy fantasies.' Jodiestroked away locks of curly brown hair which had fallen in front ofRoberta's face and leaned in to whisper conspiratorially 'You know, allthe.