"Breeding Ground" - читать интересную книгу автора (Montague Madelaine)

teeth, a great figure, was probably ten years younger, and knew how to use all those
assets.

She hated Sheila because she was a bitch.

Actually, hate was probably a little strong. Ordinarily, she just felt contempt or
irritation. The tent was supposed to be big enough to accommodate two people in
reasonable comfort, but Sheila had hauled half of all she owned with her and it was next
to impossible to move inside the tent.

They were in serious trouble if they ever had to exit it quickly!

УBitch!Ф she muttered, resisting the urge to drag out a mirror and check her
reflection. She didnТt need to to know she looked like hell. What would the mirror do
besides depress the shit out of her?

She was thirty five. There was nothing wrong with it, or with looking oneТs age!
In fact most people seemed to think she looked as if she was in her twenties Е late
twenties, granted, but still twenty something.

The snide Ms thing irked the shit out of her, too.

SheТd chosen to be single, damn Miss Hot Twat!

It wasnТt like she hadnТt had opportunities to get married. SheТd had a couple.

Sighing, she rubbed her eyes and shifted to lay down on the cot. Remembering
abruptly that she hadnТt checked the cot for scorpions or spiders, she sprang up and
examined the bedding carefully before she settled again.


BREEDING GROUND Madelaine Montague

She was hot, drained, and upset about the manТs death, but aside from venting her
frustrations on Sheila, she couldnТt seem to let go of the tension pent up inside of her. As
she lay staring up at the ceiling of the tent, trying to block out the distant sounds of the
accident site, she found herself reflecting on the reason sheТd decided not to marry, not to
even look. What was the point? The СaccidentТ and subsequent infection sheТd had
before she even reached puberty had eliminated any chance of ever having children.

Theses days there was some hope for women like her, of course. Despite the
scaring on her fallopian tubes, she could probably get help from a fertility specialist, but
that took money, a lot of money. And there were no guarantees with something like that.
She could spend years, and every dime sheТd worked so hard to put up for her retirement
years, and still have nothing to show for it but heartbreak.

She was reasonably content with her life. Why turn her life inside out over
something she didnТt need to go through to feel fulfilled?

Besides, as Miss Bitch had pointed out, she was beyond the prime age for child