Beth..

Beth, is a tall girl, 5'9", slim, weighing about 130 lbs, muscular like a cat. Long lean muscles that are their with out being ostentatious. You know they are their because of the control she has over her body, but just standing their you only see the soft smooth curves a woman is suppose to have. Her hair is long, down just below the curve of her rump. Blacker than night yet with a shine that looks like the moon on the ocean. Thick and soft as silk, straight until you get to a few inches to the ends and then there is a slight curl. Her father always said that when she was a baby that she had masses of black curls. Beth, preferred to wear black, it allowed for her to hide in the shadows. But she looked best in blue, especially the color of sapphires. This would bring out the deep azure blue of her eyes.   Every boy in the village wanted her for their own and every girl hated her but secretly wanted to be her. She had been told since she was a baby that she was pretty. It is one of those things that when you have something it is not appreciated. Beth really didn't want to be pretty. She always hated those girls that would use their looks to get what they want. She didn't want anyone giving her something just because she was pretty. She wanted to earn it with her brains. Not only was she pretty but she was very smart. Intelligent, quick witted a very capable young lady. Except she was more tomboy than lady. Since her mother died her father tried his best to teach her the things that a lady should know. She was a very accomplished girl. She could read, and actually enjoyed reading, she played the piano like a pro. She could dance, and actually enjoyed dancing, at least with her father. When she came home from a dance she would always tell her father that the boys hands were sweaty. It was getting harder and harder to get Beth to go to those dances. Her father was at a loss. He knew she was going to have to get married so that she would have someone to support her. He was really getting worried as he knew he didn't have much time left. That old man came to see him again today. He is the same man that came to visit Beth's mother before she died.

She was a very independent girl and did everything she could to help her father. She was very young when her mother died but she remembered how hard it was on her father, trying to care for a young girl of 4 and try to keep food on the table. If it hadn't been for Grace, he would not have been able to manage. She told Beth's father to send the girl on over every morning and she would teach her the things a girl should know. Mumbling something about not having children of her own to teach the stuff . So Beth went everyday to Grace's home in the village. Grace taught her the basics like cooking, cleaning, rudimentary medical care, gardening among other things. Grace was kind and warm hearted. Yet she was stern and expected obedience. She was one of those kind of people that didn't like to repeat themselves, so Beth quickly learned to pay very close attention. It is not that Grace ever hit Beth for any reason, nor was there any shouting, it is just that you know when Grace was upset or angry. With Grace being the kind and warm person that she was you would not want to chance to upset her. Everyone felt this way about Grace. Grace was well loved and everyone would go out of their way to do what she wanted, and Grace liked it this way.