If you could stop a woman from making the same mistakes you did would you—whether it be in love, friendships, profession, finances, or health. In “Things Every Good Woman Should Know, Volume 1” Jae Henderson has crafted six short inspirational stories designed to educate women on the importance of carefully considering your options when traveling through this journey we call life. Each character allows you to peek into their lives and experience the joys and the pains of love, sex, success, family, and more. These stories could be described as fables for adults. Just like the ones you read as children, except with adult content and real drama. You are invited to learn the moral of each story that will surely nourish the spirit and strengthen the soul.
You Are Beautiful
Take Care of Those You Love
Sex Is More Than Just Sex
Mentorship is Mandatory
Success Is the Best Revenge
You Reap What You Sow
Each story is firmly rooted in Biblical principles and is jam packed with exciting life-altering situations and life-applicable teachings. Once again, demonstrating that God is good. He may not always keep you from falling, but He can arrange for you to make a soft landing. Be inspired today!
When I got home, I decided to give some serious thought to if I wanted breast implants. In order to see how the other half lived, I put the DD falsies in my bra and went to the mirror to see the result. I wasn’t sure that I looked better with them, but I sure did look different. The dust on the mirror reminded me that I hadn’t cleaned lately. The house was a mess. Tyler and I worked so much we didn’t clean up the way we should. I turned on Janet Jackson’s greatest hits CD to keep me company as I went about my duties.
I decided to start in the kitchen and sang “Control” as I washed the dishes. I mopped the floor to “Rhythm Nation.” The mop doubled as my microphone, and I sang into the handle as if I was onstage performing one of my songs. At one point, I put the mop down and did the dance routine from the video that my friends and I once worked hours to perfect for a student talent show. I was surprised that I actually still remembered most of the movements. As I bounced around on our tile floor, I felt the rise and fall of the falsies against my own breasts. I barely felt anything move when I danced before.
Our town house is small, but it’s a dust magnet, and having a cat doesn’t help either. I kept on bouncing as I proceeded to clean, dust, and vacuum the living room and dining room. Afterward, I headed upstairs to the bedroom. I stopped bouncing momentarily while I changed the sheets on the bed. I put on the bottom sheet, unfolded the top sheet, and gave it a good hard snap. As it fell into place across the bed, Tyler appeared on the other side of the bed with a large bouquet of flowers in his hands.
I smiled and began to reach for them. He suddenly dropped the flowers on the bed, ran over to me, and exclaimed, “You look great! Why didn’t you tell me you were having surgery today? I would have come with you. How long until I can touch them? Do they hurt? I wondered what you would look like with big ole titties, and now I know. I got me a regular Pamela Lee Anderson. I can’t wait to show you off!”
“You idiot!” I screamed. I picked the flowers up from the bed and hit him repeatedly in the face with them as hard as I could. He put his hands up as a shield and quickly backed away out of my reach.
“What is wrong with you, woman?! Have you lost your mind?”
I glared at him with my death ray vision and yelled, “No, but you are stupid!” I then slid my hand under my shirt, took out one rubber titty, hurled it at him as hard as I could, and followed it with the other. Unfortunately, I have bad aim and missed him entirely. One landed inside the closet. The other hit the dresser and tumbled to the floor near his feet. Our cat, Tabitha, thought it was some kind of toy. She pounced on it and swatted it in between her paws.
The look of shock on Tyler’s face migrated into disappointment, and then shame. I really thought he had my best interests at heart. Maybe Tyler wasn’t the man I thought he was. I used to think I looked okay, but now I felt like Quasimodo in the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Does anybody know where I can find sanctuary? My feelings need protection. Was having small breasts that bad?
He looked at me and said, “I’m sorry, Pussycat. I thought . . .” His voice trailed off.
I looked at him and snarled. He’d better be quiet. There were no words to fix what he had done, and he seemed to know it. Tyler headed toward the door of our bedroom and before exiting he said, “For what it’s worth, you are beautiful. Big breasts or not, I love you, and my life would be empty without you.”
I didn’t bother to respond. Instead, I turned around and finished making our bed. It now had colorful flower petals all over it that I had to remove.
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