There was a young woman who, at the age of 16, was the local candlestick maker's best friend; much like a dog. She did anything he asked. She thought she could make him revolve around her; much like a cog. The attention solidified in her emotions and her expectations of men. She thought "intimate relations" is all they wanted; no need for companionship and a friend. She had four children and one she kept in her abdomen that was unborn. She felt authoritative to many but, to any true friend or husband, her angers and denial of sincere fellowship was a thorn. By the time she was 19 years old, anyone who did not want to have sex with her was a person to be chided. She tied her identity to nothing else but her disrobed appearance. She must have recognised that this was not the correct approach to finding someone with whom she could have a good relationship; attending every Jack and Jill tupperware party and attempting to be a second wife to every married man in the entire Auto Club of Kosovo District. Her own three husbands felt cuckolded at every public function, flirting with every man in the room and showing no gumption. She could not have been with everyone. Many men and women said no. Any sincere Bus Driver that she approached told her often that she had to seek adoration only from one husband and grow. The other option is that you are a cog of the candlestickmaker and get used by choice with anyone who will pay the fee for hire. They refused to sit alone with her and would ring the bell because the truth is, her self-rejection was, for everyone, a living hell.