With my eyes glued on the artistic rendering in the mirror, every feature so softly and effectively chiseled, she seemed as perfect as a Roman statue,... her graceful neck, the delicately sculpted muscles in her back, her angled torso that tapered to her narrow waist. The shapely curved of her hips which flowed into her taut and undimpled thighs led to her ballet dancer’s calves and finely turned ankles.Taking a couple of steadying breaths, I exhaled, and said, “I can’t believe we are doing this. I don’t remember falling asleep, but sometime later a noise close by roused me. I sat up and saw a tractor on the track with a trailer full of straw behind. Sitting on the tractor was a man, a black man, smiling gently at me, a twinkle in his eyes.“‘Tis a lovely day to be sleeping, I don’t want to disturb you but I thought it good to check you are all right”.“Actually I’ve twisted my ankle and my husband has gone to drive our car to the lane end”“It’s quite a way to the lane, would you like me. Her old man wanted her to quit. He wouldn't give her no money to buy dope and he told her if he caught her selling herself he would kill her. She must have believed him cause in the middle of the night after he went to work we took off." She fidgeted again in her seat while she ran her hand over her nose. Digging a finger in a nostril she pulled out a booger and then wiped her finger on the table in front of her. She eyed the counselor to see his reactions then went back to her story. "We had. ‘It’s my only knife.’ ‘You,’ said the creature, from behind Lei pressing one of its hard limbs against the base of her neck, ‘need to let go of it.’ Lei closed her eyes against the painful light of day and let the knife drop. ‘What a waste of a perfectly good web,’ complained the spider running the tip of his limb down Lei’s back. ‘All skin and bones and dry, dusty wings.’ ‘Please don’t eat me,’ pleaded Lei. ‘Eat you.’ The spider sounded offended. ‘There’s nothing to eat. You look like you.