The Kiss
Thirty: Lyra
Tabby and I are sitting in the water just chatting away. We are not really talking about anything important just about how the females here do nothing but cleaning and cooking. I watch as three women, or females as they are called her are washing laundry while a group of young children are playing. I smile, the children are so happy here. None of them chained up or being beat. I smile as Tabby grabs my hand quickly and places it on her belly as I feel the movements fluttering under my hand. I look up to her bright smiling face.
“How are you and Andre doing?” I ask she as the light never leaves her smile. “He is great. Loving and caring. He always puts me first.” She looks aways and down at her hands. “I don’t think I am good enough for him. I’m used goods and with
