Sisters Of Mercy - The Novel ... 'A journey, across the desert terrain of Outback Australia and the harsh inner streets of Sydney through the eyes and lives of four women cast into the product of their conception. Four women living the lifestyle that brought them into this world, each unbeknownst to the other ... all trudging through their daily routines. In a turn of events, what one twist of fate could bring each of these four women to the same point? 'The World's Oldest Profession' and Adoption have always been two of Society's biggest Stigmas ... find out what happens when the two collide!'
Jules takes a moment to compose what she is about to say, "Every single time I finish with a client, I have this sense of worthlessness, a sense of feeling cheap, no matter how much money the client has just paid me. I wonder what true love feels like and what sex between two real lovers feels like. I wonder what it would be like to be taken by the hand by a man, who really cares for me, and be led to a bed and have that person make love to me. To be with someone who could really rock my world, instead of having to thank him for his business afterwards. And what it would be like to roll over in the morning from a full night's slumber and see a familiar face sharing my very pillow. What it would be like to be taken out to dinner somewhere with softly lit candles sitting on the well laid table, instead of breakfast in a café with laminated covered tables. But most of all, I want to know what it feels like to be kissed, really kissed by a man who would run his tongue across my lips, first top then bottom, as a prelude to the kiss that would follow; a kiss that would last longer than a thousand movie scenes. One that was just real!" Jules gazes off into the distance …
Rachel again takes a long panoramic look across the beach and then decides to ask Cassie something that had been on her mind since they left Los Angeles.
"Can I ask you something ... something personal, if you don't mind?" Rachel began.
"Sure," Cassie replies, enjoying the sunshine.
"You don't talk much about you being ... well you know – adopted," Rachel finally manages to say the seven letter word so many have found difficult for so long.
"It's really no big deal you know," Cassie says, trying to reassure her friend that she hasn't said anything wrong.
"Well, it must be. You have come all this way because of it," Rachel asserts.
"Sure it is Rach, but there's nothing wrong with saying the word you know," Cassie continues casually.
"It's just," continues Rachel, "We've been friends since school and you've never said anything about it. I thought you might have been, you know, ashamed of it or something."
"Hell no!" Cassie protests strongly. She looks deep into her friend's eyes as to confess her deepest and darkest secrets. "I only found out that I was adopted two years ago!" Cassie admits.
"Your joking right - like I thought that everybody knew from a young age," Rachel says astonished.
"Not me. I came home one day and there was a letter from an agency in Australia waiting for me. It said I was adopted and my birth mother in Australia was trying to make contact," Cassie recalls as if she was reading from the letter in front of her at this very moment.
"Oh my god - what did you do?" Rachel is now getting very interested, she sits upright on the wall, hanging on every word Cassie is speaking.
"I was shocked, I wouldn't believe it - and then I was angry that they would just send a letter like that. I went straight over to see my mom and that's when she told me that I was, you know, adopted. They just never got around to telling me, they said that they were always going to - their intentions were there," Cassie spoke very slowly and reminiscently. "It's just they loved me like their own," Cassie's tone takes a much firmer edge, "hell, I was their own!" She is now quiet agitated. "They could never bring themselves to tell me," Cassie pauses for a moment to wipe the tears from her face.
She continues, "As I got older, and adoption became a rarer thing in society, it became easier for them not to say anything to me."
"Wow," was all Rachel could muster.
"And it has taken me two years to get the courage up to make this trip to Australia and look for my birth mother," Cassie says much calmer now.