Based on "Mirror" by Sylvia PlathI am clear and precise. I harbor no illusions.What I see before me, I become immediately.I am unta...nted by desire or hate.I am not hurtful, I cannot lie --I am small, but all-seeing.I spend my days gazing on a movie poster opposite me.The wall is cracked plaster. I know it's every freckle.Every crack, every defect, every flaw is part of me.Light and shadow, Faces through time interrupt me.Now I am a prism, refracting all possibilities.A man. We drove to Kent this took about 90mins on the way we were both very horny,finally we arrived at Rogers house, parked the car and Roger greeted us at the door and invited us in, we went into the living room and had a couple of drinks to staedy our nerves, Roger was wearing Jeans and a shirt like me but the bulge running down his leg was massive, after some small talk the tension eased and we went upstairs to the master bedroom to start the fun, on entering the room there was a large bed and a. The inevitable happened and she was pregnant.“Later, the Australians were conducting a reconnaissance in force and captured the village where she and her two year old half Japanese daughter were living in exile. The Japanese put up considerable resistance and my ancestor was killed ... a victim of the war like so many others.“One of the officers heard crying and her two year old daughter was found hiding in the debris. The villagers wanted nothing to do with the slant eyed halfbreed so she was. Her mother was the only one doing the driving. With a huff, Laura pulled her hood from her sweatshirt over her eyes, slumped down in the seat, and drifted off to dreamland.Rick glared at his wife out of the corner of his eye. It was her dumbass idea to drive instead of fly to South Carolina and now she was complaining about having to do all the driving. Rick would love to drive himself but his recent tendon surgery on his right hand made it impossible. It was healing but the feeling would go.Read More