Kelly lay beside me, her 35 year old body still sexy, on our four-poster bed. She was in beautiful shape, but she didn’t have to get up for a bit ye...- her first class was at ten, and she didn’t need to feed Lucy for a little while longer. It was my turn to get the kids ready for school.I turned and cracked and creaked the aching joints of my aging 52 year old body. Age had finally really caught up on me. Age is defined, I think, as aches and pains in your body. I had a lot of those nowadays, so. ’ He had begun to knead her knee and she was slowly beginning to relax. Uncertainly, with his eyes focused on her knee, he asked her the question she had been dreading since she broke down at the clinic. ‘Do you want to talk about it?’ Surprisingly she did. As he pulled her left leg onto his lap and began massaging her left knee, she told him about the party she had gone to that night. How she had gotten tired and decided to walk home. Then the rape. The hospitalization. The way she felt every. There she was, a girl just about her own age and in fact, they looked very much alike. They both had roughly the same height and the same skin color. They both had gorgeous figures. But they were far from twins, their faces while pretty, were very different and while Laura had blond hair the other girl had her hair tinted in a natural red tone.Laura could not stop thinking about it, a girl that did not seem very different from her, (except of course for the clothes and makeup) whoring herself. Having internet access from an early age has weakened theirmorals and beliefs. Pornography has encouraged niche fetishes and a lackof respect for women. The mask of online anonymity has developed hatred.Text messages and group chats replace real friendships.But that's alright, because the Modern Man looks good. His aftershavesmells expensive. His trainers are box fresh. His teeth are pearly white.His biceps bulge against his skinny fit designer t-shit.He looks happy.-This is a bold brush.