You whore”. My sister and mom was standing there in shock looking at me and granny.Then granny took my hand and said ” come my little ange.... Come with me you’ll sleep with from now on and I’ll give you ,your own room next year on your birthday ok, come”. I then asked my granny what happened, and what i did wrong , she said ” you did not do anything wrong my angel its your sister’s fault.” But, i was confused what she was doing in the bathroom with. Her name was Rose Orchard. I imagined her a sprite of beauty and poise yet voluptuous like a painting.Once more I dithered outside a blessed woman's home. I dared not approach. I turned to wander once more. Behind me a door opened. I did not peek. I stepped faster while maintaining a dignified air. Twenty steps further, I turned my head. Rose Orchard strode behind me in the same direction. We were roughly the same age. She was not voluptuous. Her body was large, shaped like a pear. Her steps. The increase and crescendo of anticipation as the miles closed betweenthem. Walking up to his front door and taking the deep breath before the knock.And here it was again. He was not new to her, but so much time had passed thatit felt new. Life played it natural course. His work and family demanded hisattention. She had gotten married and had children. Communication between themslowed down and then ceased. It was not from lack of interest, just a lack oftime and energy. She had learned that. I walked across the apartment and waved goodnight to John. Before I turned into my room I gave him a double thumbs up but he only arched his eyebrows in response. About an hour after I had left the pair in the bedroom there was a small knock at my door. "I need your help," Alicia was whispering. I opened my door to find Alicia standing there her hair a little disheveled and her make up a little worse for the wear. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I can't do it. I need your help." Alicia was frustrated.