I cry for the love I had to give up. I cry for the longing I have in my heart. I cry for the future that holds no joy for me. I cry and I wonder how I...can go on feeling this way, lost and alone. I cry, with the knowing that I am lost, confused and alone. Each day I cry. Each day I worry. I worry that I can and will not make it. That I will attempt something irrational. That I will give in and surrender to my sorrow, my pain, my sadness. To take the cowards way out, the easy way out, the wrong. She shrugged her shoulders and went over to the fat woman.“I might not do this right,” Betsy said, “but I’ll do my best.”“Please do,” the fat woman said with a wry grin.Betsy put her mouth to the woman’s breast and sucked. A warm sensation flowed over her. It was like being caressed by a soft gentle breeze, cocooned within warm sunlight, and supported by water. She felt safe and loved.The woman started singing a lullaby, “Baloo balilli, Baloo balilli, Baloo balilli, Baloo ba. Ging awa peerie. "I'm hungry, but I'm not sure I ought to be eating this..." Trust me, you need it," CC told her. You'll burn off the calories anyway, and the protein will satisfy you better. It might be quite a while before we get to have a substantial meal as we'll be sailing at lunch time..." he looked at Cherry, "won't we, Skipper?" That's the plan. You said you didn't want to just mess about in a river, Pippa. With this wind we're not going to move fast. It should strengthen later, but Serendipity, fond. And these days I avoid the daughters of the renter. It's just easier that way. When I am collecting rent, what I want is the money. It is really that simple. I have no pension. We took the money we could squeeze out of the business and invested that money in these properties. If the rent money isn't collected, we have no income. I am still two years away from Social Security and there is a damned good chance that Congress and the President will extend the date of eligibility out further. When I.