<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://topbabesblog.org/wp-content/gallery/stephanie-christine-pp02/Stephanie-Christine-08.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>The Midwife<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Activity</strong>Orientation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Gucci eyeglasses and Italian heels<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Through Tara had intended to take questions as in actually answering them.   She allowed the mayor to step in and answer any question.  Which was a very good thing.   Now seated again she look towards those gathered.   Morose in her thoughts which are dark.    For she knew the truth,  the internal truth behind the facade of the community.   The depth of a challenge the world faces.   Their is no partition of dotted landscape of white picket fences,  children in the streets playing,  father and mothers driving to work.   That perhaps is forever lost.   No that is not what the community is about, not in creating wholesome families.   Such state of affair with the plague has put such luxury beyond reach.<br/><br/>She really did not feel like engaging anyone.   To abstinent is her frame of mind this community meeting.   But she knows the truth deep down,  she would seek another to fill her bed.   Like a whore, like a nympho.   To lessen the time of the night.   To keep from the nightmares that have plagued her since the first community.<br/><br/>Such thoughts are not good.   So rising up she would leave her seat to head over to the table with refreshments.   Suddenly despite the morning sickness that comes and goes.  The stab of hunger now tweaking her stomach.