1. Her Name Was Angela


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

    was gawking at the girl like a homesick puppy. What the hell am I doing? Yes, she's beautiful, but she's not that beautiful. What the hell am I doing? Turning lesbo? Nancy shook her head and dialed her parent's number. Her father answered on about the third ring. Explaining her predicament, Nancy could tell his bullshit detector was on its highest setting tonight. When Nancy finished her story, her father sighed deeply and Nancy knew she was on her own before he even spoke a word. "You're a grown woman Nancy! It's time you start acting like one," He stated coldly. "As long as you're sober, which you claim to be; then you are perfectly capable of getting yourself out of it." "Thanks Dad," Nancy snarled. "You're welcome. Good night." The line went dead. Nancy could feel the rage building inside her like magma rising up the cone of a volcanic crater. As her anger surged to a seething boil just below her skin, the immortal words of her fucking bitch of an AA sponsor once again echoed through her mind: They're not doing anything to you, Nancy. You did this all to yourself. Though the circumstances tonight were not the result of her current behavior, Nancy was still Nancy's problem. People still didn't trust her; especially her parents! And that trust would take a long time to rebuild. If ever could be at all! Nancy's anger quickly faded but was immediately replaced by overwhelming sadness and deep regret. Her throat was suddenly filled with an enormous lump and tears were welling ...
    up in her eyes. She set the cordless phone down on the counter and looked at the young man. "Thank you," Nancy said in a cracking voice. "Can I get you anything?" He asked dutifully. Nancy fished out her wallet and found it empty. She had spent her last dollars over the weekend with the boys. Her credit cards were all now completely useless; she didn't even know why she still carried them. Searching her pockets, Nancy pulled out a handful of change adding up to less than two dollars. "Could I just have a small coffee please," she said softly. With her stomach rumbling and her nostrils filled with the delightful aroma of cooking food, Nancy took her coffee and slid her soaking wet body down into a booth by the window and stared aimlessly out into the dark rainy night. She had absolutely no idea what she was going to do. She had never felt more utterly alone in her entire life. Her mind briefly filled with visions of her precious little boys but even that brought her no comfort. She missed them so much it physically hurt. They were her everything and she had lost them; probably forever. As she sank further into depression, more morbid thoughts flooded her mind as tears flooded her eyes. Her heart was broken, her body was shattered and her spirit was crushed. Overwhelmed with sorrow, unholy terror and an impending sense of doom, Nancy dropped her head down onto her arms on the table and wept piteously. "God! Please help me," she whispered through her inconsolable sobs. Nancy was ...
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