From: Covenant@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: sorry: beer
Date: Tue Sep 22 03:09:32 1903
She's standing.
Her legs are strong.
How can one be happy without self-respect?
She knows that it's impossible.
Shes knows a lot actually.

"Bring me a man", she says.
"Make sure that he's hungry."
"Be sure he's strong."
There's no pity in her eyes.
She expects nothing less than herself.
She's reminded of a wise philosopher's creedo:
Before you can say the words 'I love you'
you must first be able to say the word 'I'.
The word is not uncommon to her.
It flows off of her tongue easily.

No standards are too high in her world.
No one doubts her judgement.
Heroe worship, admiration, respect.
These she has.  These she expects.
It's a peer she seeks, not a fixation.
She waits.