Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am untainted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I. I'll be the only girl, though, right?" I'm afraid so. Becca - you remember her from that we went out after work? - said she had other plans." Well, okay, I guess. But I'd rather have you all to myself." I know, baby. It's just one evening." All right." Okay, honey, I'll see you tonight. Don't worry, we'll have fun." Bye," she said."Bye, babe. I love you." I love you, too."When I got home from work, I straightened up our small, but nice, apartment a little bit. Natalie came home to find me. You were sitting on the floor in a room filled with children’s toys, playing with our grandchildren.” Luciel made a face, remembering the vision. “You’d cut your hair. It was just this mop of curls….” “I had wings, Luci?” “Your wings can be cloned and implanted back on you, you know.” He cringed. “I would never do that, Luci. It wasn’t me you saw.” “Then who, Dava?” She couldn’t help the exasperated tone that crept into her voice. “What about you? Do you specifically see yourself in these. "Look.” Hitching up her dress, she squatted down to reach to right button. “I’ve pressed this but there is nothing doing” Swivelling around with her knees apart I got a great look at her fat and extremely hairy cunt. Smiling, she added, “Do you see what I mean?”Not thinking anymore of it I asked if she could move aside so I could find out what the matter was. Reverting to normal, Joan then asked if wanted a drink and went out to make the proverbial cup of tea.Jim had obviously seen what had.Read More
