Broken Birds, Part 8, Rachael Reborn
Part 8 Rachael Reborn Michael lay on the bed in a thick terrycloth robe. He had showered, shaved and taken a little blue pill. Though an experienced lover, he felt nervous. He would be making love to a fragile, broken woman who had saved his daughter. He would have loved her for that alone. In fact, he loved her strength and determination. As he thought about it, Rachael was a contradiction, strong yet fragile, beautiful yet ashamed… His thoughts stopped as the door opened and Beth pushed Rachael through the open door. Beth pulled the door closed, “Have fun kids,” she said with a broad smile on her face. Michael rose and put his hands on her shoulders, “Rachael, you are breathtakingly beautiful!” Small in stature, she seemed more a doll than a woman. Her …