1. Her Name Was Angela


    Date: 5/12/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: mandycandi, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    looking to soon become chief surgeon. She was once again renowned, respected and trusted; not only by her colleagues and employers, but by her friends, her patients and most important of all: her family. Something like this does NOT happen! It’s virtually, if not completely impossible. But Nancy had never forgotten the last words Angela had spoken to her: Never again doubt Poppa’s (God’s) power to work in your life. But above and before everything else, Nancy Jennings was still clean and sober! In short, she was a living, breathing miracle! So why not buy herself a brand new Corvette? Let’s face it, the ego never truly goes completely away. Nancy was dressed very casually in a pair of tan khaki shorts, a purple tank top and a pair of sandals on her feet. Striding toward the front counter where there was a handsome older man in a management shirt who looked to be in his late fifties with thick gray hair and glasses, Nancy moved with all the savvy and style of a seasoned runway model. "Excuse me," Nancy began. "Is Angela working today by chance?" "I'm sorry. Who?" The man asked, seeming somewhat befuddled. "Angela," Nancy repeated. "Angela Litteral.” "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid there's nobody working here by that name," he told her. "Well, you see it's been a little while since I was here last. It's been right at a year; a year ago today as a matter of fact," Nancy explained. "Ma'am, I've been the manager of this restaurant for nearly five years now and I've never had anyone ...
    working here named Angela," he replied. "What?" Nancy said aghast. "Wait,” the man said with a bizarre look on his face. “Did you say you were looking for Angela Litteral?" "That’s right," Nancy replied. “And you say you met her just last year while she was working at this McDonald's?" "Yes." "Ma'am, I’m afraid that's impossible." "What are you talking about?" "Angela Litteral has been dead for over twenty years," The man explained. Nancy felt every ounce of her strength vanish as the words cleared the man's lips. Her legs buckled, her heart froze and she almost forgot how to breathe. She suddenly felt horribly dizzy and sick to her stomach as she stared glassy eyed at the man behind the counter. "What did you say?" "Angela Litteral was killed in a car accident over twenty years ago when she was just twenty years old,” the man explained. “ In fact last year was the twentieth anniversary. She worked at this McDonald’s; and on a rainy January night, her car was broad sided by a drunk driver on her way home from work. She was killed instantly.” Nancy leaned forward and rested her weight against the counter; her heart was pounding relentlessly in her chest. "She's dead?" Nancy asked with her voice cracking. "For a long time now. In fact, we have a memorial plague of her right over there," the man said as he directed Nancy down the length of the counter to the wall. Nancy gazed at the plague through her tear-soaked eyes and immediately recognized Angela's beautiful face in the ...
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