The Great Gatsby hosted the most magnificent party that was to fulfill my every whim desire. I accompanyed a man high on life and alcohol and several of his other friends with their mistresses. I knew that was all that I was but it made the evening seem more worthwhile if one of us had a motive. The rooms were rather dull in a house so brightly lit and despite the rush of maids and butlers there seemed to be an odd dust covering anything that was once fascinating. Some of us are born off of the same tree. I was told once I was a pear not for my figure, but for my sweet but hard intake. You are a pear. You charm with your smile, but only those worthy of your smile. You have a dimestore one for anyone else. And yet its still as genuine. I dont want a mate but I wouldnt mind a soulmate. L L