These are the starts and the continues of my stories.

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Lilleth’s Marrow

She lived with the men. Several of them, various ages. This is not a story about scandal and erotica, but the necessity and versatility of women managing their circumstances. Did she enjoy her plight of sweat and dirty socks that smelled so strong they had to be washed on their own. She was attractive and had a slender, somewhat athletic build. She had a man’s sense of humor. She had to. She was known to everyone as a “doer”. She always got things done. The men were very thankful but they didn’t know why she was so serious all the time. Why was she in such a foul mood? A mood more foul than the socks she cleaned? They thought and thought, but she gave no clues. Or did she?