It was another cold foggy and rainy day in New York as Nesselorette sat on her thin mattress for a bed. There was a spring protruding from the mattress that required her to place a wool sock over the sharp edge of the spring to keep it from piercing her leg as she slept. She closed the old tattered book and wondered would she ever know where she was from or who her real parents were. She had spent the last eleven years in and out of eight different Foster Care homes and always felt her so-called foster parents used her just to collect money from the state. Not to mention the number of times she had to fight off her foster-care fathers from sexually assaulting her. From the time she turned twelve years old, Nesselorette's body blossomed into a full figure voluptuous woman. Nesselorette stood five feet ten inches with the most curvaceous body one could imagine on a twelve year old girl. Her thirty-six-c breast that stood firm was amazingly sexy for such a young girl. Her skin was a caramel olive with long silk flowing auburn hair. Her eyes were a hazel gray and her teeth were so radiant white it was as if an artist had painted a smile on her glowing face. Now that Nesselorette was twenty years of age, her sexiness and beauty rivaled any woman on the planet. Nesselorette stared at the old tatter book and wondered what did the writing and the insignia all meant on the cover of the book. She was told the old book was found stuffed under the padding of the crib that she laid on as a baby. It was the same crib that Nesselorette laid in when an old woman placed it on the curb of the Bellevue Psychiatric Hospital one dreary winter night.