1. Her Name Was Angela


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

    every conceivable fashion. Having had no criminal record or history at all before thirty-five, Nancy had in the last five years been arrested countless times for driving while intoxicated, possession of illegal substances, assault and battery, public intoxication, embezzlement, bank draft fraud, prostitution, vagrancy and prescription fraud. The epitome of beauty, brilliance, health and fitness since her early youth, Nancy now suffered from kidney and bladder infections, jaundice, upper respiratory infections, hypertension, malnutrition, dehydration, physical abuse and Hepatitis C. The use of crystal methane had caused considerable damage to her teeth and gums; that and a complete lack of dental hygiene. Nancy was now also smoking two to three packs of cigarettes a day. But the most devastating loss of all were her precious little boys. They were now in the full custody of their father. Having been locked up in a psychiatric ward in Houston for the first thirty days of her sobriety and then living in a women’s halfway house for the next thirty, Nancy had no parental rights or contact at all. Then her elderly parents stepped in and reluctantly, allowed their forty year old juvenile delinquent to move into a nine foot by seven foot travel trailer on their property outside of Longview. Now entering her sixth month of sobriety in the Alcoholics Anonymous program, Nancy was still very physically weak, extremely frail and easily susceptible to whatever bug was going around. She ...
    had also been granted supervised visitation with her sons one weekend a month in Houston. So since she was now living in Longview, Nancy would drive over four hundred miles round trip through rural East Texas in a battered, war torn 1973 Chevy pick-up truck that she’d bought for three hundred dollars from a guy in the program. The only thing holding that truck together was the paint and even it was falling off by the bucket load; rust was eating that grotesque old hooptie down to the frame. But what the hell; it ran. Well at least until tonight it did. So on the evening of what should have been her fifteenth wedding anniversary, Nancy Jennings was soaked to the skin and chilled to the soul as she was left to walk nearly eight miles into the tiny town of Raymond, Texas thanks to her old hooptie finally dying on the side of a desolate highway. Yet weather and circumstances made no difference to Nancy on these trips back to Longview from Houston. Her heart ached to the point of agony regardless as it would be another full month before she saw her babies again and another two weeks before she could speak to them by phone. Along with the monthly supervised visitation, Nancy was allowed one mid-month phone call. Nancy hated every aspect of the situation. How could they do this to me? And as this thought passed through her spinning mind, it was almost immediately followed by the words of her AA sponsor: They didn't do this to you, Nancy. You did it all to yourself. Barely conscious of ...
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