Allison, the lesbian whore
Allison was watching the girls at the table two across from hers and Ginny's. Not blatantly of course, no just the most innocent of glances so they wouldn't know they were under discreet observation. They were lesbians- she was sure of it.
She leaned forward bringing her cup to her lips.
"Ooh," she protested elegantly, "hot. Those two-no, don't look- just over there, two tables away on your left."
"What of them," Ginny asked bracing herself for another of her friend's character assessments on total strangers.
"Lesbians," Allison declared with quiet certainty.
She put her cup back on its saucer and reached for her cake fork to carve off a portion of her peach and mango muffin. She was calmly chewing on this when her companion replied.
"Why do you do this Ally?"
Allison's face fell as she realized she was being told off. She didn't mean anything by it; it wasn't as if she was being hurtful to someone they knew- that would be different but these girls were total strangers so what was the harm in that.
"Do what?" she demanded the blink giving her away.
"Make these judgements on total strangers. How do you know they aren't aware you have been looking at them? You've been pretty obvious to me and if they are lesbians they'll be tuned in to picking people observing them, won't they?"
"I guess," God she wished she would stop. When Ginny got on her high horse about things she stopped being any fun at all.
"How do you think they feel about what you were doing? How would you like to be in love with another woman and know where ever you are some one will be sitting in judgement when you are with the only person in the world who makes everything OK?"
"Oh look I didn't mean anything. I was just looking. See? I'll stop looking now and they can carry on in their innocent lesbian existence."
"I noticed them when I came in- I know them."
"You know them? Why didn't you say?"
"You didn't know them so why should I have said anything?"
"You know something? This is making me feel very uncomfortable Ginny; I think I'd like to go."
She took a final sip of her coffee placed the cake fork she had been fiddling with neatly on the plate and rose from her chair with her face turned away so Ginny wouldn't see that her eyes were brimming. In avoiding her friend she had turned to face the blonde lesbian and their eyes met. The blonde smiled, she actually smiled and Allison forced a fake smile to her lips then quickly looked away.
She had been terribly rude leaving Ginny so abruptly but she had to get away- she just had to. Her concentration lapsed and still thinking of the horror of that, that Lesbian actually smiling at her- she hoped to goodness it wasn't contagious- her right foot caught on a chair leg and she fell flat on her face.
There was a great gasp with chairs scraping as their occupiers turned to look at her then there was a leg right beside her it bent and a woman's hands were on her helping her up. It was the other one.
"Here, sit on this chair for a few seconds at least," the lesbian ordered and responding to the concern in her voice Allison sat in the chair the blonde one had pulled out for her.
She spoke.
"It can be a real shock to the system a fall like that," she reached over and placed her hand firmly over Allison's.
"Oh no doubt on that score," her friend confirmed emphatically, "no doubt at all. Now Ma'am just stop and go over your joints, any pain which might suggest a break or a sprain?"
"Oh, um, no I don't feel anything like that; I just feel rather foolish not watching where I was going and walking into that chair and having everyone stare at me."
"We're quite used to it."
Was it Allison's imagination or did she pause then?
"Tina! This lady doesn't need to hear our problems, does she?" the blonde one said in a low but determined voice.
"Sorry, no, you're right Lee."
She had to get out of there.
"Well I'm good to go, thank you for your kindness but I'll just be on my way."
"You're sure? A few more minutes wouldn't hurt... you really do look a bit pale?"
"No, I'm fine, I'll just be on my way."
"Well OK then, it was nice meeting you," the brunette told her while the blonde looked at her with a frown.
She wasn't OK at all. On the third step she fainted. When she came round she was in a bed in an ambulance or something. The lesbians were with her; one was sitting on a plastic chair by her head and the other had her butt parked on the edge of the bed.
Her head was spinning.
"Be a good girl and close your eyes," the brunette ordered. It was an order but the caring shone through and Allison closed her eyes, curled up and fell asleep.
They watched her as she slept. Ginny had come over when she fainted and went through Allison's hand bag, sort of doing an inventory check. She had explained about her friend who might have been surprised at how nicely she was described after the telling off she had just had.
She was in a cot in the back of the girls' Mercedes Benz Hi Roof van. It was what they did, not wait for prejudiced middle aged ladies to faint in cafes but to provide basic care for their cases who ranged from mothers with young children through to the elderly. Their clients paid very little but there was an active "friends of the girls" Group which supported them financially and they in turn did everything they could on the cheap. In fact a nice coffee once or twice a week was about their only reckless expenditure.
Tina had taken Allison's blood pressure and, in keeping with her pallid complexion it was dangerously low and as well as that she was clearly anaemic. There was no way she was going to be able to fend for herself so that decision was made for her- she would stay with them.
Allison meantime was in a deep sleep so that when they drove her home to their place it felt like when she had been snuggled in with her sisters in the back of their dad's old Chevy on a drive to the batch and she had smiled in her sleep imagining Denise poking her with her elbow because she was taking up too much room.
Their place was a rambling dwelling on the outskirts of town which was leased to them at the princely sum of One Dollar per week. It was called The Haven. As well as being rambling it was also in constant need of repair which the "Friends of..." members did with pleasure. In fact when the Van pulled up four women, in overalls and scarves, whom Allison, had she been awake would immediately have picked as lesbians were working on the bedrooms.
They stopped what they were doing to go and see who the girls had picked up this time. Tina put her finger to her lips as she got out and they backed away a little holding their breath in reverent silence. A real ambulance would have had one of those gurneys with the wheels that drop down so determined and photogenic nurses or paramedics can wheel them to theater holding bottles of saline solution and shouting bewildering vital signs and loved ones can look on anxiously.
The girls, sadly, lacked even a stretcher and so Allison would have to be lifted and that because she looked so sweet fast asleep would most likely mean she would wake up. Tina, ex US Army Nurse was the powerhouse. It was a well practiced routine; Lee folded the bed clothes back then Tina did her lift, brought the weight known as Allison up and into her chest then carried her inside to where ever.
Sure enough as she was lifted the eyes fluttered open and Allison frowned as she tried to work out where she was.
"Take her through to the parlor Sweetie," Deborah who was on the executive of "the friends" and had been on the working bee instructed simply taking control which is what she did.
She knew Allison; their families had had a lot to do with each other when they were girls and even though she hadn't seen her in years she recognized her immediately.
There were only couches in the lounge, four of them in fact on the very good reasoning "who would want to sit on her own."
Allison was lain on a slightly shabby but very comfortable one with her head held up briefly so a fluffy pillow could be slipped on to the arm rest before her head was allowed to settle in.
"Where am I?" she asked trying to get her bearings.
"Allison, it's Debbie. You fainted at the coffee lounge and the girls have brought you back here to The Haven. Your blood pressure was practically non existent you naughty girl and you're anaemic as well. What have you been up to you naughty girl?"
She was nine again and twelve year old Debbie had all the girls organized. Oh she missed that. It was so good to hear that bossy girl's voice again and she beamed with pleasure as she rolled her head over to see her.
It wasn't hard because the bossy girl had parked herself on the couch and taken Allison's hands in hers. She even leaned over and kissed her. Allison kissed her back and wished she wasn't so jolly inhibited. The room was full of women and she had an uneasy feeling they were all L e s b i a n s as well. That meant, she realized, that Debbie was one too.
"We might call it quits for today," Debbie told the rest," Allison sure won't need any banging or your cursing Megan so we'll pack up and head away."
Megan, who adored Debbie, like all the others, poked her tongue at her, It was their little joke- Megan never swore no matter what the provocation. Allison felt her heart sink as the workers got ready to make tracks. She had just met Debbie again after all these years and it would have been so good to have a catch-up with her.
It was how her life ran though and she shrugged in acceptance of the inevitable bad news. In any case Lee was helping her off the couch so she could use the bathroom and she was so nice.
She wasn't Debbie though and Allison still felt numb as she went through to 'use the facilities.' Then the phone rang and one of their regulars needed urgent attention so Tina and Lee had to be on their way. She felt a part of it now and her eyes rimmed as looked with such pride at the two women in their early thirties who the rest of them called the girls and on whom they doted with unconcealed affection. Lee held her on her way back to the parlor.
"We have to go doll, Debbie's going to look after you while we're gone. Don't worry you just need some red meat in you to fatten you up and you'll be good as gold."
Then she kissed her on the cheek and the older lady burst into tears. It was just something one didn't do: allow ones emotions to be on display like that. Yet they were and absolutely no one minded at all.
"Come on through to the kitchen Hon," Debbie called to her and Allison followed the sound of her voice.
Apparently half a dozen ravenous lumberjacks were joining them for dinner she thought as Debbie sliced potatoes to make wedges and thawed three very large steaks commenting "One for me" as she looked pointedly at her. Allison could feel herself blush and at that point in time after a lifetime of denying it she finally accepted she had a crush on Debbie.
She couldn't just sit there and do nothing so she found what she needed in the pantry to make the seasoning for the wedges then made a Diane Sauce for the steaks. The two of them sat together at the small table in the kitchen.
"Eat." Debbie had told her when they sat down.
Allison had never eaten as much food as that in her entire life and when she finished she did feel bloated but she was allowed to talk then so she really didn't notice because she was busy chatting with Debbie. Catching up they decided to call it and had it been possible to put more hours into the day Allison would have done just that.
Her mother, a religious woman had subscribed to the theory that a woman sins before God when she is vain and clearly holding the opinion that one is pretty or beautiful is the sin of vanity. Now beauty might well be in the eye of the beholder but how close one is to that state can be told truthfully or dishonestly and, no doubt for her daughter's moral well being, that lady chose to tell her that she was of no more than average looks so could count herself lucky if a presentable suitor would give her a second glance.
In fact she was a beauty but so beaten up that she thought of herself as this merely average girl and accepted the role of minding her parents as they grew old firstly because she loved them and second because she felt she had no other options.
Now Debbie, who had always thought Allison to be a stunner, was sitting with her after all these years. She had hated Allison's mother because of the mind games she had played with her and had little time for the father knowing they had conned her into being a free care giver for it was unthinkable that the girl should expect to be paid for doing her duty towards her parents.
Allison had Ginny from her school days as a friend and that was all. She was desperately lonely but too unsure of herself to strike up friendships and so had become catty about strangers creating reasons why she wouldn't want to get to know them.
"Do you want to sit on my lap Ally?" Debbie asked absolutely out of the blue.
Seconds later as soon as Debbie had pushed her chair back from the table to give her room Allison was sitting on her lap. She weighed nothing and Debbie pressed her to her breast as you would a small child.
The conversation stopped completely with Allison in Seventh Heaven where she was. Sleep was the last thing she wanted but with a full tummy, warm and still quite fatigued as well as under strength she couldn't keep her eyes open so she was soon sleeping contentedly with her head resting on Debbie's shoulder.
Debbie kept her there enjoying her. It takes two to tango and Debbie had some history of her own. She had married, had a career of her own and done rather well but she had never been contentedly happy. Being with Ally had brought this home to her and she now had cause to consider what she was doing with her life as well.
In the end she carried her back to her bed and tucked her in- still in her clothes. She looked hard at this woman she had admired for such a long time then simply leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Her mind was in a spin but she was so tired she had to get to sleep.
The girls hadn't returned so she would have to mind Ally and she went to sleep with a smile thinking of a childish play on the words 'mind Ally', no she wouldn't mind Ally at all. Not one bit.
Some time in the wee small hours Allison wet the bed. She was in such a deep sleep she didn't notice when she was having her accident but she certainly did when she woke up just after five O'clock. It couldn't be she agonized in tears.
Many years before when she was nine she had wet the bed and her mother had been livid. She had humiliated the hopeless girl in front of her sisters and beaten her with her closed fists as Allison had cowered in terror. She had never forgotten it and had always tried to be aware of needing to go every night of her life since and it had sent her deeper into her solitary little cave.
Now she felt humiliated again. What would Debbie think of her now? Wetting the bed at her age! She lay in the horrid wetness too scared to tell Debbie and dreading what she would say to her when she did find out.
Debbie heard her having woken herself at just after four thirty. There were low light cameras and microphones in each of the rooms so that the person could sleep or rest thinking she was in private but if anything happened they could be attended to straight away. What Debbie heard was that Ally's breathing had changed from sleeping to waking and on the screen she saw that Ally was very upset. Only one reason for that: an accident.
The girls were back and she buzzed them.
"Hi Debs," she heard Tina say.
"Hi love, Ally's had a little accident I think."
"Good way to start the day," Tina commented amused and meaning for them. They all knew Ally would be terribly upset.
Debbie went in to Ally's room without knocking.
"Come on," she said patiently, "we need to get you in the shower."
The forlorn teary eyes stared up at her from just over the covers. When Debbie pulled the covers down the jaw was trembling and then the sobbing began.
"Its nothing doll. Fucking nothing! now give me your arm and we'll get you all clean and lovely again."
They slowly made their way to the bathroom where Debbie made her do what she could on the lavatory and then undressed her when she had flushed. She studied her once she was undressed she was gaunt. Her normal build had been slender and she had never run to fat.
"Now just hold onto the bar there and I'll used the sponge to give you a good clean. You're not the first and you sure as anything wont be the last."
Allison stood feeling cheered. She was wet but in a shower wet not lying in her own pee wet and Debbie had just everything under control. Being seen naked wasn't as terrifying as she had thought and after a minute or so she managed to relax.
Seeing it Debbie turned the water off and stood waiting with a huge fluffy towel for this woman she cared about more than she had dared say to step out of the shower box. She dried her thoroughly then dusted her liberally with talcum powder and held a towelling robe out for her to slip into.
"Better?"
"Yes. Oh Debbie I'm just a mass of nerves, aren't I?"
"Not your fault love," and Debbie had to grit her teeth to leave it at that.
Ally, who thought it was, looked at her puzzled but before she could say anything Debbie was squeezing her in a good old fashioned bear hug to which Ally responded by giggling delightedly then snuggling in. She felt Debbie kiss her forehead and felt strangely content as if a corner had been turned and for some reason things would be better from now on.
The hose was alive now, back in the bedroom Tina stripped the bed and took the bedding to the laundry for the commercial size washer to handle. Lee had the aroma of frying bacon wafting through the house and shouted,
"Five minutes or I'll eat it all myself," and Ally joined the others in laughing at that.
They had clothes in a range of sizes and soon Ally was decently attired in a snug bra and pants set under slacks and a nice cream top which showed off her brown eyes with open toes sandals.
Of course she was naked until her make up was done. It was so nice having it done for her and the things Debbie said to her as she did her were so heartening that by the time her hair had been brushed and put up she felt quite radiant.
Her mouth fell open when she saw the huge pile of food on her plate: four rashers of crispy bacon (God forbid that anyone could ever describe Lee's bacon as anything other than Crispy), a mound of scrambled eggs, five breakfast sausages, four slices of fried bread and a small lake of baked beans.
They watched her as she looked at it and rolled her eyes. No one laughed instead they smiled for her and she sat munching away like a good girl bathed in their love. It was so wonderful that even though she was near to bursting by the end she hoped they might offer seconds so it could stretch out a bit longer.
Life has to go on of course and soon the girls were off on yet another mission but then Debbie told her she had a board meeting later that morning and her world collapsed. She had just gotten used to having Debbie's complete attention and now this. Oh sure it was board meeting and it couldn't be put off but it meant Debbie wasn't near her and she wasn't sure she could last the two hundred years until sh e came back.
She cleaned up after breakfast to fill in her day and found she enjoyed it. At ten a fresh lot of worker bees turned up and she hugged them with no qualms at all. They set too and she found herself back in the kitchen rustling up a few batches of scones as well as making a pot of tea.
"Tea's ready," she called and she sat with them buttering scones or pouring cups of tea and feeling very much a part of it all. It would have been good if Debbie could have been there she thought as she smiled and nodded through the break. She couldn't, she knew that it was just that it would have been nice if she had been. Allison wouldn't have felt quite so empty for one thing.The bees went back to work and Allison, feeling rather proud of herself for doing so, found she had immediately thought of putting lunch on the table for everybody at, say, about one thirty. She felt very much in control even though she would have to pace herself and not over do things. A short refreshing nap would be a good idea then she would get working a bit after mid day and surprise everyone with something delicious.
Having made her plans she made herself comfortable snooze would be good she decided and she curled up on one of the old couches. Soon after she was fast asleep.
The bees found her at quarter past one when they were trying to decide what they would make for lunch. There had never been any thought that Ally would make it and they saw her looking so peaceful curled up on the couch so tiptoes by so as not to wake her.
They did wake her at two to come and have lunch. She was mortified. All these plans to pull her weight, to just quietly have lunch on the table for them had ended in a big fat nothing.
Norma, who she had just met that morning and who was really sweet had come over to get her. She read her immediately and gave her a hug.
"Used to pulling your own weight, huh?" she asked softly.
"Well I'm used to being useful at any rate," Allison mumbled into her chest.
Norma just squeezed her hand as the walked to the table. She was included, there was a place set for her, there was always going to be a place set for her and she was a part of it. That was strange for her because she had always been the outsider. Even when she had cared for her parents it had been them as a unit and her with them but nor of them.
She missed Debbie horribly still but she was much more outgoing this time and before she knew it it was three O'clock.
"Come on through and chat with us," Lilly suggested adding that she was not expected to do bloody dishes.
And so she went with them making herself useful by handing tools and things they needed to make things easier for them to get things done. It felt so good to be a part of it. Then as she reached into the tool bag for a pair of pointy nose pliers she sensed that Norma was looking at her and wondering.
It got her to thinking What was she? At that point she was a non sexual lesbian. A woman who understands lesbians and cares about them as dear friends, who admires and supports them. She was, as the saying goes, neither fish nor fowl. She loved them all dearly but then she had loved her brothers and sister dearly too. It was a vast improvement on how she had been up to a day or two before when they had terrified her but the love was platonic.
She remembered that she had no sexual or even heavy petting experiences with guys either and nor did she recall ever actually wanting one. Not specifically but she did wonder what they would be like alone in her bed from time to time. Men scared her. Her mother had done such a number on her that she knew they couldn't be trusted and that their sole purpose in life was to get you pregnant then run away
and leave your life in tatters.
Not that she really believed that as she knew some very nice men who were lovely to their wives and doted on their children so they couldn't all be sex maniacs, could they? She had asked her mother this in a rare moment of defiance and her mother had pointed out that there were some, a few, good ones she would grant her that but they were other women's husbands and what she had to look at was what males would she attract with her very average features. Hmm?
That little exchange had destroyed her and she rarely spoke after that for some years, Even then when her parents had both passed on she remained terrified of engaging with people.
They worked on but they felt for her. She had gone from chatty to introspective and was no longer comfortable among them. When Norma suggested she was looking a bit tired and that perhaps a lie down in her room might be an idea she agreed hurriedly. Soon she was curled up under the fresh covers on her bed wondering how a day that had been so wonderful could have her wishing she were dead.
Lee came in when she and Tina had got back and checked on her.
"You are still very weak Allison and you're going to have to stay a while longer until you get your strength up."
She gave her a sleeping pill, got her to go to the toilet and get changed into her night knickers and nightie before it took then tucked her in and turned off the light once she was asleep.
As far as Lee was concerned she could bloody well leave any old time she liked, she was sick of her. She was so obviously uncomfortable around lesbians. Apparently she had been better for a while today but when Lee had got home she was back to how she had been when they had first had the misfortune to make her acquaintance.
She went back out to the kitchen to get a juice and, as the bees had all left by that stage asked Tina if she wanted her to bring back a burger or something as she was going to McDonald's.
What about Ally?" Tina had asked.
"I gave her a sleeping pill," she stated as aware as Tina that she was not authorized to administer prescription medication off her own bat.
"What's wrong Lee?"
"I'm sick of her Tina. We all tried so hard and it hasn't worked. The sooner she gets well enough to leave the better."
"Oh Lee," she whispered pulling the taller woman into a hug, "look at it from her point of view. She has been manipulated and used all her life. we're not the only things that terrify her but she needs us. You don't have to like her just care for her and one other thing."
Yes."
"No more sleeping pills, OK?"
"No."
She walked away without smiling and Tina felt an uneasy tremor pass through her chest as she watched the light of her life walk away.
Tina stood indecisively for a time then went to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a bourbon. She opened a can of coke from the refrigerator to top it up.
There was just her and Lee in the house and that bloody woman was in her bedroom- where Tina wished she would damn well stay.
Lee was right; she was more trouble than she was worth but now Lee was in a snit and she could very well just up and leave on her own if she got in one of her moods and Tina knew she would not be able to cope if that happened. She curled up on the couch away in the corner and when that glass was empty she got another one.
The person who discovered her was Alison. She had woken and gone to find someone to talk to. There was no sign of Lee but she saw Tina sprawled on the Couch over there in the corner. Going closer she saw that Tina was drunk.
"Tina! Tina, what happened?" she asked anxiously.
"You."
The hostility bored straight through her. The tears ran down her face as she walked as quickly as she could back to that room and got ready to leave. She expected someone to come out and tell it it was all a big misunderstanding but no one did. Her clothes had been washed and ironed so she put them on, got her hand bag and slipped out into the darkness.
She walked along the side of the road until there was pavement when she was near in and then she walked on that. It was history repeating itself she decided and she asked when would she ever learn? Her mother was right: no one liked her. That was just the way it went.
It was six miles to her place but she had nothing else to do so she just kept walking and eventually she got to her own front door. Once she was inside she put the jug on then went to the toilet. The jug had boiled when she had finished in the bathroom and she made herself a nice cup of instant coffee which she took with her to her roll top desk.
Taking a sheet of paper she wrote a letter to "the Haven" thanking them for their kindness. This she placed in an envelope to which she affixed a stamp. Her next letter was to Debbie, she thought a long time before picking up her pen.
Dear Deborah,
Thank you so much for your recent kindnesses. Thanks to everyone at the Haven I am quite recovered and so have no reason to impose on your generosity any longer.
Should our paths not cross in the future I take this opportunity to wish you well in what ever it is you do in the future.
Cordially Yours
Allison Cox (Miss)
There, that was it. Her mother would be pleased (apart from repeating the word 'future' of course).
She put the letters aside to take to the box in the morning after which she made some sandwiches and connected her lap top looking for best ways to do it. In the end she dozed on the sofa until it was light. She showered, dressed and had a cup of tea with the intention of going out to post the letters and when that was out of the way she would get on with it.
Just as she was about to go out she felt a terrible pain in her stomach which had her going to the toilet. Once she was good to go again she opened the door and there was Debbie. She wasn't happy.
"What happened last night Ally?"
"It was made clear to me that I wasn't welcome there and so I walked home."
"You destroyed them. Lee and Tina, I found them this morning."
"Well I do that, don't I? Now if you will just excuse me I have some mail to post."
"Do you hate yourself that much?"
"More but not for much longer."
Debbie looked hard at her- she was serious.
"Give me half an hour, that's all and if you still want to end your life I can get the tablets for you. Deal?"
Allison gave her a half smile, her mind was made up anyway.
"OK Deal."
Debbie had suspected something was afoot but nothing as bad as this. She had had her chauffeur Janet drive her out to the Haven earlier and now as Janet held the door open she ushered her into the back seat of the limousine and got in beside her.
"My place Janet," she ordered into the intercom.
Her chauffeur eased away smoothly from the curb and soon Ally was experiencing luxury motoring. Another one off my bucket list she thought sardonically.
Her host turned to her.
"We can talk here, Janet can't hear us. Ally I love you, I always have I guess but there was always someone in the way, your mother and then my husband."
She reached over to take Ally's hand.
"You feel the same way about me, you do, don't you?"
She wanted to be inscrutable but there were tears in Debbie's eyes and she couldn't pull the don't give a shit act off. Instead she swallowed and felt the welling in her eyes as well.
"More than anything but I hurt people. I hate hurting people; I want it to stop."
"You hurt people because you despise yourself. We all care so deeply about you and when we see you still hate yourself despite all we've done it hurts but we don't stop caring."
"I'm not a lesbian."
"Yes you are- what a silly thing to say. Look you are a lesbian you just don't fancy every other lesbian out there. Well, news flash nor do most of the others including me."
She paused and let her words sink home.
"Crowds scare you, strangers scare you but with me, just me, you'd be OK wouldn't you?"
"Just you?"
"Just me. Us spending all our time together."
"You'd get bored," she was snuggling in now.
"Only if you let me."
"Never."
They arrived at the mansion and headed straight for Debbie's suite where all clothing was discarded and by judicious use of tongue and parts of the hand Debbie proved beyond a shadow of a doubt to Ally that she was indeed a lesbian.
Later Ally lay back delighting in Debbie's touch and uninhibited in her sight. They would be together for as long as for ever could mean to women their age. She would devote herself to Debbie and if that meant this idyllic lovemaking or if Debbie fell ill and she had to care for her her devotion would not alter nor would it flag.
She was a one woman girl: she just wished she had figured that out before.
Of course from then she had to deal with lots of people because she was now Mistress of the House and there were so many things to organize with her House Keeper and Cook running things under her. She didn't even notice it.
Debbie had cut back on the dinner parties and entertaining being a woman on her own but under Ally's instigation they entertained a lot. She loved it and it was Ally who was in the limelight while Debbie sat back and watched her adoringly. She even took on the responsibility of organizing a complete redecoration of the Mansion and all Debbie ever said was,
"Oh my, that looks fantastic," as the work progressed.
The timid irritating Allison was gone and everyone agreed the new one was an absolute sweetheart. They had never seen Debbie happier or Ally for that matter.
Also, and it took a while, Ally got back into The Haven. She had apologized very early on to the Girls as she felt just awful at what she had done but she was a Patron now and though she lacked the strength to power into renovations she was a tireless fundraiser so things could be done, as she liked to say,"Properly."
She never posted the letters of course; instead she tossed them on the log fire when Debbie was out of the room and shook her head as she watched them burn wondering that she could once have been such a ninny.
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John just knew that there had to be a way to capitalize on the fact that he knew his twin sister Kelly had lost her virginity and was regularly getting laid. Even though they were only 18 years of age, John had enough of his father in him to always t
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The ride to Cheryl's apartment seemed to take much longer than normal.
The usual 45 minute trip had seemed, to Barbara, to take days. She and John
had not really discussed the events of their last evening with Cheryl and
Barbara still felt knots in
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