Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 21:45:20 -0700
From: Star Stevenson <starsapphire_34@hotmail.com>
Subject: Street Angels Chapt 4  Lesbian Adult/Youth

STREET ANGELS
Copyright 2005 by StarSapphire. All rights reserved.

Chapter 4

That night, the night of Yvonne's `re-birthday' as they ended up calling it,
was filled with as much passion as Barbara and she could put into it.
Sometimes Barbara thought she might be going too far but young Yvonne kept
up with every motion, notion and sensuous massage lotion Barbara had. They
had not exhausted the possibilities by any means, however. But Yvonne did
discover how much she liked eating Barbara's pussy. She loved everything
about it, her smell, her taste and the different textures against her tongue
as she explored every nook and cranny of Barbara's cunt.

Finally spent and exhausted they both dozed off into a deep, dreamless sleep
on that special night happily cuddled in each other's arms. Neither of them
moved very much during the night and they lay in almost the same position
they had started with, face to face with their arms draped casually over
each other as the morning sun broke through the drapery.

Barbara awoke instantly at the same time she always did and couldn't take
her eyes off of twelve year old Yvonne cuddled so sweetly next to her. She
eased herself away from her ever so slowly so as not to waken her and headed
for the shower. She was surprised she could still walk after the tumultuous
sex they had had together last night. I have never been so thoroughly laid
in my whole life, she decided gleefully.

Standing under the steaming shower Barbara couldn't believe how happy she
was. As the hot water streamed down her body, washing away all the traces of
their recent love making, she almost had to pinch herself to believe this
was all real. I am so in love with this girl, please God don't let me mess
it up she begged shamelessly. Just as she finished her quietly desperate
prayer Yvonne wandered naked into the shower and without a word simply
walked over with eyes closed and half asleep, wrapped her arms around
Barbara and lay her head on her chest,  seemingly oblivious to the hot spray
falling on her.

"Good morning sweetheart. Is this your way of telling me you're not exactly
a morning person?"

Yvonne mumbled an inaudible reply into Barbara's chest before raising her
head and smiling up at her all slick and wet from the shower. "Any morning
that has you in it is a good enough morning for me. I need to get myself
back on human time, not street time is all. I love mornings, but not as much
as I love you right now. Nobody loves anybody like I love you right now,"
Yvonne mumbled quietly and snuggled closer.

"That is so precious sweetheart, and I love you just as much and maybe
more," Barbara said earnestly. After this exchange they leisurely finished
their wash and shampooing, then explored each other's bodies some more while
drying off. Donning their silken robes they padded out to the kitchen and
began their now daily ritual of drying each other's hair, Yvonne's first
then Barbara's.

After a breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausages and toast they both as if on
cue began to load the dishwasher and clean up the kitchen. Having cleaned up
after her mother for so many years Yvonne was surprised at how much she
enjoyed doing it with Barbara. Love seems to transform everything, even
chores she thought giddily.

"Okay honey, there are a couple of things we need to talk about," Barbara
said as they both settled in to the living room couch. "First is about
school. You say you like school, that you're a good student?" she asked.
"Would any of your teachers be able to give you a good recommendation?"

"Yeah, I think all of them," Yvonne gathered her thoughts. "I really liked
most of my teachers and my marks were always good, well almost always.
Sometimes when we were moving I'd miss assignments and homework but I always
tried to catch up. Why are you asking?" Yvonne was curious.

"Because I'm going to try to get you in to St. Margaret's Academy," Barbara
told her. "They have a tradition of sponsoring girls from poorer backgrounds
and they're maybe the top school in the city besides."

"St. Margaret's? Really? I'd love to go there! Do you think they'd take me?"
Yvonne asked excitedly.

"We're going to find out, sweetheart. I have a friend on their board, a
judge I've known for years. I'm going to call her up and see what she says,"
Barbara replied. "Let's start by making me a list of your schools and some
of the teachers there the Academy can contact. You won't need the
scholarship because I'm willing to pay your tuition but we'll see what
happens. Hey, it might be public school for a year before you get in," she
cautioned. "But the middle school for this neighborhood is pretty good I'm
told."

"Either way I'm happy!" Yvonne declared.

"The next thing is I'm going to need to adopt you legally, honey, if I'm to
have any say to the outside world on your behalf. You can even take my name
if you like but you certainly don't have to. That might mean you'll have to
tell a few people, and maybe in court, some of the things you told me the
other night, like the rape. Do you think you could handle that, darling?"

"Gosh, your name? Are you kidding? What an honor that would be. It would be
almost like being married," Yvonne giggled. She paused and thought for a
moment then a look of resolution came over her face. "Yes and I can tell
what happened to me too, but will I have to, do you think?"

"I'm going to retain a colleague who specializes in adoption and family law.
He's a very dedicated person and when he hears your story I don't think your
mother will stand a chance if she tries to oppose anything. He'll probably
get her to give you to me voluntarily without a hearing, so my guess is no,
you won't have to give evidence baby," Barbara attempted to assure her. "And
I can probably get temporary guardianship in time to enroll you in St.
Margaret's this year if you can get in. Bill my lawyer friend is a whiz at
these things, the best there is and for you darling it's always going to be
the best," she promised.

"That's good because I couldn't bear even seeing my mother again after that
night, let alone having to live with her again. I'd rather die," Yvonne said
with quiet sincerity. "But aren't you a lawyer?"

"I haven't done family law in decades hon, and no good lawyer ever tries to
represent herself, especially in a case as important as this is to us. Bill
is the best. I told you honey, nobody's ever going to hurt you like that
ever again, I promised. And nothing will stop me from fulfilling that
promise, and I mean nothing,"

Yvonne could feel Barbara's intensity and sincerity as she spoke the words,
felt them so deeply she believed them, so deeply she finally gave in and
trusted  in someone  else completely and without reservation. She had never
felt so safe in her whole young life, or so relieved. "I believe you,"
Yvonne said with quiet conviction. "I really believe you."

After the serious part of the discussion ended and Yvonne had managed to get
her schools and teachers straight in her mind and on paper both went off to
dress for the day, something Yvonne was eager to do. Barbara noticed, in
looking at Yvonne's list, that she had very graceful handwriting, which
somehow seemed appropriate to her obvious femininity. How she'd ever ended
up being the child she was, coming as she did from a cracked out heroin
addict and the whole life style that involved, seemed like a miracle to
Barbara. It must come from her father's genes she concluded, a lucky trick
her mother must have scored one night, or she was just blessed, very
special, or all three.

Opting for a pair of light grey form hugging wool slacks and a snow white
short sleeved cotton blouse, Yvonne added a pair of white socks and a pair
of black leather low heeled shoes to her ensemble and sat patiently as
Barbara applied some light make-up, finishing with some pale pink lipstick
that made her young face glow. The new clothes seemed to fit like gloves and
felt so comfortable on her, something she realized that came with hefty
price tags, the intangible smooth feeling of quality. A gray and black belt,
a silver necklace, silver bracelet, her new expensive gold and platinum
watch, and a small black leather purse were the gilding accoutrements to her
attire.

"My God," said Barbara when they both met up again in the living room.
"Every time you put on something new it's like discovering your beauty all
over again."

"Hey, and you're not too shabby yourself, lady," Yvonne giggled taking in
Barbara's more autumn look, a gold patterned silk blouse, dark brown
tailored slacks, a delicate solid gold necklace and expensive looking dark
brown leather loafers with a purse to match. "In fact you always look
scrumptious. I want to learn how to dress just like you," Yvonne asserted.

"Now there's a compliment if ever I heard one, thank you sweetheart."

Going outside for a walk in the late August sunshine Barbara began sharing
some of her own story with Yvonne, about her mother's alcoholism, her absent
father and her struggle to make it through school and in the legal field.
She pulled no punches in describing how selfish she'd often been, even
ruthless in her drive for success and how empty and lonely that had left
her.

"If you hadn't come along baby, I'm not sure what I would have done. So if
you think this is all about me rescuing you it isn't at all. You've saved my
life every bit as much as I may have saved yours. In fact I think of you as
my little angel. I love you honey, your strength, your intelligence, your
honesty, your bravery and your caring tenderness. Not to mention how
gorgeous you are of course," Barbara laughed. "Or how good in bed," she
grinned wickedly.

"Good in bed? Wow. I didn't think I'd got that far yet," giggled Yvonne.

"Honey, nobody, but nobody has ever made me come like you do."

"For real?"

"For real. Scout's honor."

"So I'm good in bed. Who knew?" Yvonne stared off in wonderment as Barbara
burst out laughing, sending a flock of pigeons skyward in angry haste.

They continued hand in hand along the seawall for at least an hour before
turning round and heading back, often content to walk in silence simply
enjoying one another's company. When they got to Barbara's penthouse Yvonne
went to play on the computer while Barbara made some phone calls.

Her first call was to her old friend and St. Margaret's board member Judge
Ellen. She gave her all of Yvonne's particulars, names of schools she'd
attended and names of teachers from the list she'd written, a bit of her
background and explained along the way some of how they'd connected with
each other.  Ellen couldn't promise anything of course but she'd see what
she could do. Next she called family lawyer Bill Lewis and set up an
appointment for the next day. Bill was eager to help after hearing the
story.

"This shouldn't be any problem Barbara" Bill said. "I can track down her
mother fairly fast and have the matter settled quickly I'm sure," he said
confidently. "You're really going to do this, eh? Take on a young teenage
girl and parent her through to adulthood? Somehow this doesn't sound like
the old Barbara I knew," Bill quipped.

Barbara laughed. "Well it isn't the old Barbara you knew. I've turned over a
new leaf if you'd like to know. There is something about this girl that's
transforming my whole life, Bill, and this decision to adopt her feels just
absolutely right," she explained. "And thank you for your help. You're the
best."

"No worries, Barb. Just wait till you get my bill," he laughed before
hanging up.

Walking in to the den where Yvonne was working away at the computer she told
her about the phone calls she'd made and the appointment with Bill Lewis the
next day. Yvonne looked up at her from the computer station with a look of
gratitude on her face. "It's really gonna happen, isn't it?" she asked. "You
and I are going to be together always, almost like being married. And my old
life is only just a bad, bad dream now, huh?"

"That's right sweetheart. No more nightmares. It's me and you all the way
kid. Think you can handle that?"

"I think I'll manage somehow."

"Good girl. Now let's go get lunch. You want more fish, hamburgers, or
pizza?"

Together they drove into town, ate at the one remaining and original
drive-in
left in the city then headed over to the planetarium for the afternoon show
and took a guided tour through the Maritime Museum. Just for fun Barbara
stopped along the way and bought Yvonne her own telephone for her room,
telling her she was having an extra line installed so either could use the
phone whenever they liked.

Next, they hit the computer store and Yvonne gasped at the brilliantly
colored LCD screen Barbara bought her, along with a fully loaded Pentium IV,
a game controller, top quality Altec speakers, a scanner, and a color laser
copier for her homework assignments. Added on were a few games Yvonne
selected, and a `learn to type' program she wanted, which impressed Barbara.

Leaving the computer to be set up and delivered the next day they headed
home for supper and, Yvonne avidly hoped, some more turgid romance. She
wasn't to be disappointed. After cooking and eating a light dinner, Barbara
suggested they slip into just their robes and sit together watching the
incredible sunset the sky was producing for them that particular night.

Snuggling close, they could each feel the heat begin to rise inside
themselves as the late summer night sky eventually did its final curtain
call and the penthouse became awash in inky dark shadows. Reaching behind
her Barbara turned on a small end lamp which bathed them both in a warm
yellow glow and, with the huge picture window before them, made them feel as
if they were floating in space above the world in their own protective
little bubble of light.

Barbara leaned in and kissed Yvonne passionately then pulled back. "This is
what I want us to do," she instructed. "Take off your robe and lay back
against it so I can see you, all of you, and I'll do the same at this end,"
They were both now naked and facing each other on the sofa, Yvonne's eyes
wide in anticipation as she gazed at Barbara's luscious form. "Now the rule
is this. We can't touch each other, only ourselves. So I'm going to get you
off by talking to you baby, and your going to masturbate for me," Barbara
smiled. "And I might just play with myself a little too, what do you think?"
Barbara grinned wickedly.

"Oooo I wondered when I'd get to do that,"

"Okay, baby here's some massage oil we can both use here on the coffee
table. I'm going to take some now and rub it all over me, down my arms," she
demonstrated. "On my tummy and up over my big tits, baby," she cooed
seductively. "Watch me rub that oil into my hard nipples for you and all
over my big tits," she hissed as her caresses started her own juices
flowing. "See baby, my tits are so big I can suck my own nipples," she said
licking and sucking on each in turn.

Yvonne's mouth was agape at the show Barbara was putting on for her. Her own
pussy was wet with desire as she reached out and spread some of the oil over
her own small titties, paying extra attention to her fast swelling little
nipples. Then she went down between her legs and gently touched her tight
slit, almost lazily drawing her finger up and down her tight pussy lips and
feeling her own sweet moisture slick against her skin.

"I love watching you rub yourself, sweetheart," Barbara told her. "It gets
me so hot. I'm going to play with my clit for you now baby, going to rub my
hard clit and play with myself for you. Do you know how much I like eating
your hot cunt, honey? Feeling my tongue inside your hole fucking you with
it, feel you squirm as I suck on your little clit and finger fuck you?
Yessss baby!"

Barbara moaned as she watched Yvonne insert a finger into her own cunt and
begin to fuck herself slowly, then she  looked up at her eyes, glued raptly
to Barbara's own hand hard at work between her own legs. Barbara rapidly
stroked herself and felt an orgasm building but backed off, making it last.

"Yes, Barb, I love you watching me, watching me play with my cunt, fingering
it for you, rubbing my nipples and fucking myself," Yvonne gasped in a small
but passionate voice. The words burned in Barbara's heated mind like hot
coals. "And I love how your pussy tastes and how my tongue feels when it
fucks your cunt hole. Ooooh God, I'm close to coming for you Barb, so
close," she wailed.

To Barbara these nasty words out of such a delicate young mouth were like
magical sexual incantations, pumping up her ecstasy to near earthquake
proportions. Still she prolonged the blissful agony. "Okay baby, I want to
watch you make yourself come for me now. Fuck your tight little cunt real
hard and rub your clitty too, baby doll. I need to see you come so bad
honey!"

Yvonne was quick to oblige. Her fingers were a blur over her small clit
while another pair poked rapidly in and out of her small tight cunt. Soon
wave after wave of hot electric pleasure began washing through her slim
young body as her fingers continued to work away at herself furiously and
her orgasm peaked. Yvonne trembled with its power and shook strongly as her
rhythmic erotic contractions eased and died slowly away. Her eyes remained
closed and a look of pure bliss fell over her features as her hands remained
still between her legs and her head came to rest on the plush wide arm of
the sofa. Barbara was astonished by the power of this orgasm and felt
privileged to have helped give it to her, as if Yvonne were a young goddess
and she the supplicant.

As Yvonne lay back spent, her shimmering blue robe spread out around her,
Barbara swears she saw her actually glowing, as if all her pure angelic
virtues and qualities were somehow made manifest in these last few climactic
moments. A shiver went threw her like ice water as she watched this
manifestation then she felt tears boiling up at the awesome joy of this
moment.

Slowly Yvonne opened her eyes to the sight of Barbara, open mouthed  with
streams of hot tears running down her face, looking for all the world like
the Madonna in the Pieta.
"What's wrong, Barbara?" Yvonne asked urgently, coming over to embrace her.

"Nothing baby, nothing at all," Barbara sobbed. "You looked so - so
beautiful, I guess," she said, unable to come up with a word that wouldn't
sound too corny or stupid. "I couldn't stop myself from crying. I'm so sorry
if I've upset you honey," she apologized through her tears and sniffles.

"Oh dear," said Yvonne pragmatically, wrapping her arms around Barbara. "I
guess I'll just have to get used to all this praise and adoration," she
smiled sweetly at Barbara and kissed her gently on the lips. Barbara laughed
and pushed her over falling down gently on top of her.

"I guess you just will, little lady," she said into her face. "Because
sometimes I'm going to act like an old fool around you and maybe lose it
from time to time. That happens when you're old, brain addled, and in love,
just so you know," Barbara said with a small sniffle and a grin.

"You're not old and brain addled at all. You're just in the presence of such
overwhelming beauty and grace you can't control yourself. I understand.
Happens to people around me all the time," Yvonne said lightly, then giggled
fiercely.

"You little smart ass!" Barbara growled and began to tickle her.

"Stop! Stop!" Yvonne screamed as Barbara bore down to the attack. Eventually
they ended up in a big embrace, kissing their faces off  and feeling the
heat rise between them yet again.

"What you did was so hot Barbara," Yvonne finally gasped out. "I mean making
me come like that. Hearing you and watching you was the sexiest thing I ever
seen," she said sincerely if ungrammatically. "And I so loved masturbating
for you, knowing it was getting you off. And talking dirty and watching you
play with your tits and your pussy, and hearing all those things you like
doing to me, like eating me out," she purred. "And how my cunt tastes and
how you like to suck my tits," she murmured running her hands up and down
her small chest. "I'd like to see you come for me right now big girl. Play
with your juicy cunt for me, right now," Yvonne cooed, feeling a warm surge
of sexual power run through her she'd never experienced before.

Barbara's steam was rising as Yvonne talked to her. "Okay babe, I want you
to help me come then. I love how you talk to me. Please don't stop. I'm
going to masturbate for you sweetheart and give you a great big come all
your own."

Yvonne sat up and straddled Barbara's knees watching her fingers get busy on
her soaking wet pussy. "Okay girlfriend, my hot lover, play with your tits
for me first," Yvonne directed, removing Barbara's hand from her pussy.
"Suck your nipples. That's it, now little bites. There you go girlfriend,
lick and suck your big tits for me," Yvonne ordered, deeply aroused by the
sense of power she felt at the moment and the sight of Barbara obediently
bathing her own tits with hot wet kisses and licks.

Barbara was amazed at how turned on she was as Yvonne took charge. She'd
never been the submissive one before, ever. Where on Earth did the little
minx learn this? Wherever, it felt exquisitely good and she let the young
girl proudly direct the action, looking so sexy astride her knees naked, her
long blonde hair being tossed carelessly off her face every few moments, her
bright pink nipples erect on her chest and her labial lips spread open
slightly.

"Okay, now play with yourself. Rub your hard little clitty while I watch
you. Stick some fingers in your tight cunt too," she ordered. "That's it, I
want to watch you finger fucking your hot hole big girl, fingering yourself
for me, getting yourself off. Oh, do it baby, do it hard and fast. I like to
watch that so much!" Yvonne cried.

Barbara was in a frenzy of lust and worked away at herself furiously as
Yvonne had directed. Then she saw Yvonne move off her body and come around
behind her. The next thing she knew Yvonne was down on all fours with her
pussy inches from Barbara's face, her own face perched over Barbara's
steaming wet cunt.

"I'm going to sit on your face while I watch you fucking yourself so lick me
good. Lick my hot pussy for me," Yvonne directed and Barbara complied as she
descended over her waiting, eager mouth, delighting in the taste of Yvonne's
young cunt as she continued to masturbate rapidly for her young mistress's
viewing pleasure.

All good things must come to an end and the end for these two insatiable
lovers was a body wracking, mind curdling mutual orgasm that had both of
them shaking in palsied satisfaction, lying clutched in each other's sweaty
embrace heaving for breath.

"Oh Barbara, Barbara I love you so much!" Yvonne kept muttering. "Please,
was that okay, what we did? What I did?" she asked distraught, afraid she'd
crossed over some line she shouldn't have.

"God yes, baby! I've never had an experience like that in my life! It was
incredible, honey. You are incredible," Barbara reassured her. "Making love
with you is the most sexually exciting and satisfying thing I've ever done,
sweetheart. Remember, anything goes as long as we both agree and you didn't
see me wanting to stop did you?" Barbara laughed. "I think I'll let you take
charge more often. Just don't let it go to your head," she chuckled.

"I sure had fun," Yvonne acknowledged with a big laugh. "But don't worry.
Outside the bedroom you're still the alpha mommy," she giggled.

"And don't you forget it, little girl," Barbara smiled back.

After a light snack both were exhausted and fell into Barbara's heavenly
soft bed together and drifted off to deep but gentle slumbers filled with
warm pleasant dreams. In the morning it was Yvonne waking Barbara this time
and guiding her into a wonderful sixty-nine, something she'd been dying to
try. As Yvonne began licking Barbara's pussy, feeling how squishy it got she
smeared around her own quim on Barbara's hard working tongue and mouth.
After a gentle orgasm each cuddled up with the other then shortly headed for
the shower. Being good, they finished quickly and went through their hair
drying ritual.

Later that day they went into Bill Lewis's high rise office which impressed
Yvonne only slightly less than Bill Lewis himself. An old hand at speaking
with children in difficult custody and adoption cases she was charmed by him
and gave all the details of her life and what had eventually happened to her
far more easily than she'd ever imagined she could. Lewis was deeply moved.
After asking Barbara a few questions and getting some information about her
mother and her boyfriend from Yvonne, he accepted Barbara's retainer and
shook hands with them both, again impressing the socks off young Yvonne, and
then they left.

"Wow, so he's like my lawyer too, kind of?" Yvonne asked as they got into
the car.

"Yes, sort of. Why honey?"

"Because I think he's just so cool, the way he talked to me and all. I'm
sure glad he's on our side," Yvonne chirped.

"I'll make sure I tell Bill what you said," Barbara laughed as they drove
off.

Barbara and Yvonne's time together was always exciting but they planned the
next few days for maximum fun before school started and a more structured
routine began dictating events for them. A day at the big Exhibition with
rides and cotton candy, movies, museums, a trip into the nearby mountains
and of course sex. And wickedly, in the mountains too but both were a little
shy to try it in the movie theatre and settled for Yvonne stealing a few
kisses and feeling up Barbara's big tits. They drove home fast that night.

The days sped by until, almost at the last minute, Judge Ellen phoned to say
that a place had opened up and that Yvonne had been admitted to St.
Margaret's Academy pending conformation of Barbara's legal guardianship,
which came the following day in a call from Bill Lewis.

"Her mother signed the papers willingly, especially after my private
investigator told her that the rape and her part in it would certainly,
without fail, come out in any hearing she attended and what charges might
follow."

Lewis also explained that his detective had enlisted the help of two former
colleagues in the police department, who liked child rapists about as much
as bubonic plague. They'd found the mother within hours. Then the boyfriend
had a visit from the two big mean looking cops who told him the city was in
no way big enough for all three of them. Boyfriend promptly agreed and he
and Yvonne's mother fled town, going as far east by Greyhound as their money
would take them.

Barbara was ecstatic. "I knew I could count on you Bill. And Yvonne thinks
you're marvelous too, by the way."

"Well, she's pretty special too. I can see why you've taken her in. Give her
my love. And
like I said, wait'll you see my bill," he laughed. "I'm taking off all but
my expenses. My investigator is even halving his bill by way of a
contribution. We enjoyed this case too much," he laughed again. "Second
thing is the formal adoption, which will take place in a couple of months.
You'll get the papers, but as you know it will just be a formality and all
Yvonne will have to do is acknowledge her agreement in court." He paused.
"What a life that kid had! The city cops told me some of the mother's and
boyfriend's backgrounds. She hadn't even bothered to file a missing person's
report, which is not surprising actually, given the rape. They were happy to
apply a little muscle to that scumbag and really pleased to see you take
over."

Well, I can't thank you enough Bill, and St. Margaret's is taking her on
full scholarship next week. Can you believe that? Somebody upstairs must be
looking out for her, I swear. Guess I'll be making a big donation instead of
tuition," she laughed excitedly.

After she hung up the phone she called Yvonne from the den who was instantly
overcome with joy at the good news. She had trusted another important adult
in her life and he had come shining through. They promptly went out to
celebrate that night with dinner, candles, and a romantic necking session
back by their old bench.

Seated in the car together Yvonne exclaimed excitedly "I can't believe this
has all happened to me, and so fast. I live in a big penthouse, go to St.
Margaret's Academy, and get to neck with my girlfriend in the park in the
front seat of a big Lexus! Then I go home and get to sleep with her, have
great sex, get my own room, and a new name that's the same as hers. It's
just too bodacious dudette!"

"And I get all the same stuff but I don't have to go to school any more, so
who's the luckier one?" Barbara laughed.

"But I like school so I guess we both got it pretty good." Yvonne decided.
It was then that she explained the concept of street angels to Barbara. "So
you see, you're my angel too. Isn't that neat? And I love this angel just
so, so much," she said embracing and kissing Barbara.

"Oh my darling that is so sweet. I love you so much it hurts, baby. I'll
always be your street angel darling, and your penthouse angel too, you know
that," Barbara said, kissing her back then she stopped and thought. "And
you've taught me a great lesson through all this."

"I have, what's that?" Yvonne asked puzzled.

"That all this `stuff' I have, like the money, the car, and the penthouse..."
Barbara paused. "I can't hold on to any of it until I'm willing to let it
all go and share it with the people I love, and that means especially you
Yvonne. I'll always be your angel honey and I'll always love you." Hey,
that's what that Scrooge guy did too, she thought with a laugh.

"And all you've ever told me is the truth so I know you will, and you don't
know how much that's meant to me, so me too," Yvonne murmured with quiet
intensity and hugged her close. "Me too, I promise."


THE END

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