Reflections On Your Mother
Reflections On Your Mother
Ma was an ever-busy woman. In the woods, she served as a midwife and livestock tender for the surrounding farmers and loggers. She could mix herbs for salves and potions better than most outside the Town. And she didn't take guff from anyone. One time, a lumberjack cut his own toe off and flew into a blind rage from the pain. The other men were too afraid to step in and deal with him, but Ma wasn't worried. She smacked that man upside the head with a shovel and hogtied him before he came to.
Pa was a scary man, but nobody kicked ass like Ma.
Relation Description
Cassandra glanced up at a wench working part-time at the Town tavern. When she asked a regular drinking buddy about the new arrival, and was told her name was Penny.
Penny struck a chord in Cass' heart instantly. Her delicate features and straw-colored hair gave her a gentle, country girl look that matched her slightly frumpy working shift. She wore her hair in a large bun, promising a long tumble that would reach to her waist. Her eyes were a striking blue. When Penny took orders from patrons, she bit her lip thoughtfully while dedicating the order to memory. Cass couldn't help but smile at it.
Penny was scrawny by Cass' reckoning, but she had wide hips and curves that spoke of womanhood. She was more nervous around men than women. Nervous and clumsy, she was far from what some might call perfect. But not to Cass. To her, she might as well be a goddess.
The Beauty of Lady Fluke
Ah, Lady Fluke. How to tell?
With your assets, all are compelled.
Large they are, and round as globes!
Shiny and pale, they burst from your robes!
Women and men stare in equal measure
Out of jealousy or lust, all take pleasure.
Then again, they perhaps may
Be seeing their own reflections, hey hey!