Chapter 1 Pancakes for Dinner Physically, Im a petite 36 year old lady, brown hair down to the shoulders, though I fear the gray strands will soon come. Men are constantly raving about how great I look as if Im in my 20s. Its flattering but I feel like its just so they can get to know me better. Emotionally, Im struggling. My love life is a failure, no kids, and I need a solid man in my life to sing sweet nothings to me and simply care for me. My closest friends have their own families, their continuously growing family trees, while my trees growth seems to have ended. Ive been left so far behind, their great oak canopies have left me without a single glimpse of the beautiful sunlight. My ultimate fear is that I will never experience the glory of birth. I have been a workaholic, focused on my job for so long. The city has been built, but sadly no one of my kind lives in it. I know if I do not act fast, I could die in my mansion which I worked so hard for, alone. The company which I work for planned on sending me to Mozambique to seal the deal on some staplers for a small tribe in the central confines of the country. I would be lying if I wasnt planning other activities though. It had been years since I had felt the touch of a mans love on my smooth body, and it had always been a hidden fantasy of mine to have an ebony zulu spear pierce my insides.