I turned and saw a woman, not the butch she’d been with on Friday, or at least not the one I thought she’d been with. This woman was as tall as he...r but wearing a dress with a low cut V neck and tiny thin straps. It was tight to the waist and long, to the floor, darkest red. Her short blonde hair framed her well made up face. Blue eyes sparkled in the soft light. ‘Come in, Katherine. Don’t mind Georgie, she is a woman of few words but she means well. Gin and tonic, I think? I’m Lorna.’ I turned. We would get booze and go there to drink it and party with them.The female was Angela and her man was called Rick.They seemed a close couple until after about a year he had to get a job out of town and would be gone for weeks. We would still go there and party with Angela but after a while she wouldn't drink or smoke anything but said that she didn't care if we did.As time went on we found out she was pregnant and that they had had a big fight over it and he had left her for now.My buddy and I. Jeremy no&hellip, please dont, Im sorry, it was wrong of me to show you my boobs, you taught me a lesson, I wont do it ever again! All the while he had let go of my hair and shoved me back into a laying position. I wanna see your face when I cum inside of you. He said in an unusually deep voice. The words shot through me like a bullet to the heart. YOU CANT!!!! I screamed, I cant get pregnant by you Jeremy pleaseeee&hellip,. The floodgates holding my tears back officially gave way and I. For her happiness either just came or didn’t no matter where she went. Such was the female poet’s dilemma. While she pushed herself to greater heights, there was always something weighing her down, dragging her below the earth no matter how hard she tried. It seemed to her like an odd paradox—the more intense the search, the farther happiness moved away. It had been this way ever since the incident in front of her home. It took suffering to realize these paradoxes, as though the incident, still.