Anyway, I think it was good. I felt very, um, joyful in my motherhood, aliving, powerful link in the cycle of life. It sounds silly to write it,but ...t wasn't silly. The truth is, I felt so much a part of this, thisfemale mysticism, that I honestly felt surprised and shocked and, yes,disappointed, when it was over and I remembered who I am. I'm not reallya woman, I don't have a womb, I'll never give birth no matter how manyfertility symbols you paint on my breasts. Damn.There's no point in. Slipping into these I loved the way the plunge bra presented my breasts,the thong felt good, cradling my little tush, a pair of barely blacktights slid up my legs I switched on the hair straightener and hot brush,tied my hair back in a pink scrunchy and sat down to do my make up, firsta light coat of nude foundation followed by a very light dusting of powerto set my foundation, blusher to highlight my delicate cheekbones then Istarted on my big blue eyes; a light coat of pink eye shadow then. I was no worse for wear and I had a lotof healthy colour on my face which had probably been brought on by thenumerous hot flashes I had already had in the morning. I knew that as theday wore on whatever rushes I would feel would be weaker and weaker,until it all started over again on Sunday morning.I bounded down the stairs to find Helen dressed for the day. She lookedme up and down and seemed to approve of how the sundress fit me."Let's get you some strappy sandals and something to eat," she. The dog suddenly collapsed in a brown, matted heap on the edge of the sidewalk. Mr. Bowdoinham slowly bent down to inquire upon the welfare of his furry companion, and after realizing that others were appearing to come to the aid of his canine, he slowly relaxed his bowel muscles in contented happiness, letting the warm flow lightly stain the rear of his khakis, smirking as he felt the largest body of plotz finally came to a rest just above the rim of his taught Argyle socks. Shrieks of horror.