- Joined
- Jun 13, 2013
Caitlyn was looking at herself in the mirror, she was thinking of better times. At 27 years of age she looked much older than her years, ravaged by kidney disease which she had come to accept would probably end her life, the doctors had tried to find a match for a donor but it seemed that this was rather unlikely.
So there she stood in her favourite black dress, a dress which made her look slender, not that she wasn't slim, but this dress just accentuated that, her figure and showing a little of her cleavage, her body despite the off colour of her skin was still ok, she was still beautiful if she didn't look at her face so much. Her face really wore the tyranny of her disease, pain and tiredness, yes she was always tired.
Her red hair draping over her shoulders, yes, she was still ok at the very least, she kept saying over and over, hoping to believe it.
Her husband was a good man, he worked tirelessly and did everything he could to make her life better, she liked that he worked, she didn't want him to be around all the time, to see her wither, he needed some escape, and besides they needed the money to pay for the nurses and medical bills.
She wished she could do something for him, to give Bill some kind of sweet surprise, but she was too tired and in far too much pain for sex. She wished he was seeing someone else for sex but knew he wasn't, he was too faithful for that but regardless hoped anyway.
She waited for her friend Moira to come around, Moira had the key and could let herself in. They had a lot of history together and she knew she could trust her.
Then she heard her call out that she was here, with coffee and pastries no less!
"I'm in here Moira, will be out in a minute!" she called out before sorting herself out and joining her friend in the kitchen.
So there she stood in her favourite black dress, a dress which made her look slender, not that she wasn't slim, but this dress just accentuated that, her figure and showing a little of her cleavage, her body despite the off colour of her skin was still ok, she was still beautiful if she didn't look at her face so much. Her face really wore the tyranny of her disease, pain and tiredness, yes she was always tired.
Her red hair draping over her shoulders, yes, she was still ok at the very least, she kept saying over and over, hoping to believe it.
Her husband was a good man, he worked tirelessly and did everything he could to make her life better, she liked that he worked, she didn't want him to be around all the time, to see her wither, he needed some escape, and besides they needed the money to pay for the nurses and medical bills.
She wished she could do something for him, to give Bill some kind of sweet surprise, but she was too tired and in far too much pain for sex. She wished he was seeing someone else for sex but knew he wasn't, he was too faithful for that but regardless hoped anyway.
She waited for her friend Moira to come around, Moira had the key and could let herself in. They had a lot of history together and she knew she could trust her.
Then she heard her call out that she was here, with coffee and pastries no less!
"I'm in here Moira, will be out in a minute!" she called out before sorting herself out and joining her friend in the kitchen.