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What is a funnel? What is a cone?

What is a ramp, with sloping sides?

What is a clamp, that can turn and grab?

What is a lever, tipping up or down?

What is a wheel, turning on its middle?

What is a pulley, a rope around a wheel?

What is a gear, a wheel with teeth?

Simple machines help move toys

Making fun for girls and boys

Making work easy for bigger people

Can we find machines?

Try, and we will!

What is a funnel? What is a cone?

What is a ramp, with sloping sides?

What is a clamp, that can turn and grab?

What is a lever, tipping up or down?

What is a wheel, turning on its middle?

What is a pulley, a rope around a wheel?

What is a gear, a wheel with teeth?

Simple machines help move toys

Making fun for girls and boys

Making work easy for bigger people

Can we find machines?

Try, and we will!

Copyright 2010

             Hi, came her pretty voice.  Let me guess, you live downstairs.  I remember seeing you when I first came to look at this place.  Would that bottle be for me?

             Her auburn and black hair lay wrapped around her face like a pretty frame.  Her eyes had lost their cold and began to warm  to me.  Her soft features were so feminine, perfect lips full and red, a slight upturn to her nose, and beautiful dimples revealed themselves at this range.  I could see that her body had the precise curves I required, and the muscles were cut, but so sublime as to hide their power.

             Yes, I thought you might be thirsty so I took the liberty.  My name is Jesse, and yours, I extended my hand to her. 

             My name? her hand touched the top of her chest, My name is Estel.  Jesse you say?  I like the name.

             She reached for the bottle.  "Come in.  Are you hungry?  Let me have this, and I will get some glasses, and pour us a bit," winking she turned.

             I followed her in.  Wow, the sauce smells great.  My stomach growled.  Are you from the area?

             More or less, you? She reached up extending her tall form to grasp two glasses.

             Yes, I suppose so, but much closer to the city.  I could see the ingredients for a salad on the counter.  I offered to make it. 

             She poured the velvety elixir into the glasses and then extended one to me. 

Yes would you be so kind.  I am just about done with the spagets.

             Three glasses later we were done eating and we were talking and laughing.  She claimed to be a computer programmer which did not fit her character.  I told her I wrote for a living.

             "Intriguing" as she stood up holding herself against the table smiling as the swoon of alcohol grabbed at her. 

             At some point the stereo volume had been turned louder.   She swayed to the soft beats.  As she moved I could see the dark side pass through her countenance like a flash of fire that raged in an instant and then departed.  She looked at me with her powerful eyes and laughed.  The flash of blackness gave me the first real look into the darkness captivated within her.  She seemed desperate to keep it trapped within, but I knew it could not be contained.  The form that it took when it poured from her must be powerful I thought.  I wanted to see this pitch colored emptiness. This thought raised goose bumps to my flesh.  I knew I would have my chance.  I felt thrilled with the prospect. 

             The moment passed.  I helped her clean as we enjoyed a fourth glass.  I could feel the buzz of the alcohol now, but we had finished the wine.  This pleased me, as I did not want to become too intoxicated.  We continued our talk of life, and careers as we went into the living room to sit.  All of the Seating had been covered with boxes hence, we had to sit close.  Nice!

             A look came into her eyes then as we sat close talking, do you like to party she asked?

             How do you mean?

             Well, drugs, you know, cocaine?  Do you like to do Coke.  I have some.

             I do from time to time, and if you are going to do some then I will.  I winked at her.

             She smiled at that saying that that would be cool.  However, once I get to doing bumps were going to have to go to where the people are.  I get anxious when I do coke.  I love to be around people.  Do you get that way?

             I know what you mean.  The stuff can really geek me out at times, but that's part of it's charm don't you think?  Do you have a place in mind? 

             Not really, Im not from the area remember so I'm not too familiar with any spots.  You have any ideas?  We need to find a place that rock's.  Something cool.

             Yeah, I know of a spot not too far from here.

             Oh yeah, sweet.  Well if your game let's do some.  I could use some more drinks too.  Will you drive?  It's Sunday, will the place be busy?

             I know it will be.  It's always busy.

             Alright, then let me just change, freshen up and She tossed me her purse.  Here, there are some lines in a snow seal in here.  Why don't you break some out for us.

             I took the purse as she turned to go get ready.  I told her to stop.  Don't go yet, and I grabbed her arm.  She stopped then and ever so slow turned to smile at me.  Her hand seemed so soft, and I felt a tingle of energy pass between us.  I hoped she felt it too.  She looked at me then smiling  a soft smile.  Let's do a couple first, Ok? 

             She only said ok--, and then sat down with me with me at the kitchen table.  She reached taking the purse back and then pulled out some coke.  She dropped out a great pile for us, and began to chop chop at the white snow with a razor blade.  I began to anticipate the feeling of the coke.  I knew what it would do to me.  I would feel perfect, but I would want more and more.  Coke had always been like that for me.  It would fill my blood like a demon taking control of me, and pushing me into places and things that were dangerous and seductive.  Estel, cut a straw for me and for herself.  Cleanliness she said, and she winked at me again.  Her blue eyes lit up with the anticipation, and she smiled.  She bent over the mirror and consumed two of her lines in one breath.  "Your turn", as she held her nose keeping the coke from falling back out.  She sniffed a great sniff then drawing the powder deeper into her where it could deepen its effects.

Early on

you daydream about his death.

You fantasize about mourning

him deeply, and then finding

the strength to go on.

You know that in such circumstances

all between you and him will be forgiven.

You fantasize about being able to keep

his picture by your bed.

The respected widow.

Still young.

Expected to go on with her life.

Later

you justify your dissatisfaction.

You lay blame, you weep and cry foul.

Your unhappiness is his fault.

And you believe it. He doesn't

understand you. He takes you for

granted. He uses you.

He doesn't care.

The neglected wife.

Who has needs.

Who can't be expected to sacrifice all.

Finally

you find the courage, despite what

others will say; despite what your

conscience says; despite the cost,

to finally go after what you've wanted

since the night of that party.

The unfaithful wife.

A midlife crisis.

Never expecting to be that woman.

Some would spend Gov't money on Haliburton, and some would redecorate the White House with their own money.

Some would spend Gov't money on Haliburton, and some would redecorate the White House with their own money.

Some would spend Gov't money on Haliburton, and some would redecorate the White House with their own money.

Some would spend Gov't money on Haliburton, and some would redecorate the White House with their own money.

Some would spend Gov't money on Haliburton, and some would redecorate the White House with their own money.