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Fox at Bay (Alan23 x Sweetred)

"Don't get mad!" Xianna was fuming.

Xianna did not often have the luxury of getting angry. She would have liked to have become mad at John, but didn't dare. He would simply have called her bluff, and walked out of her life. She would have liked to have become mad at the girls who bullied her, but that would simply have resulted in them turning on her, and another humiliating defeat. So often in her life, she had had to swallow her anger, and put up with whatever was dished out to her.

But here, at last, she could give vent to her anger. If there was one person she knew that absolutely no-one could be afraid of, it was her mother. And the way Angela was pleading, and trying to placate her, encouraged her more. She jerked her head away from her mother's stroking.

"You... you steal my guy, and then ask me not to get mad." She was desperate to humiliate her mother now, in any way she could. The rage of a girl scorned, cheated on, and yet who dare not blame her boyfriend. "As if being a useless cowardly bitch who even the kids at school can bully isn't enough, you have to try and seduce my guy too! Don't worry, I know he just feels sorry for you." She turned to John, smiling wickedly. "Have you seen the knickers she wears? Those long leg things, like an old granny wears." She pointed to Angela's shoulder, where her bra strap had slipped down during the embrace with John. "Look at her, she can't even keep her bra straps hidden. And anyone who wants can bully her, she's such a coward. You know, before she can even go out, she has to check the windows to make sure Snowflaik Leary or her mum isn't hanging around, or she's too frightened to even go out!" (Xianna had seen her checking, the morning before, though Angela had tried to hide it.) "No I can see what happened, darling. She's such a desperate bitch, she threw yourself at her, like she does at every guy she meets who manages to hide his disgust at what a weakling she is."

She moved across to John and draped her arm around him. John smiled at her. Then, quickly, he switched his gaze to the window, and the fence beyond, where (though he had not let on) he knew they were being watched. He kissed Xianna, deliberately taunting Angela, then turned his gaze back to her.

"Well, Angie, aren't you going to stand up for yourself," he asked.

"Her?!" Snorted Xianna. "Miss Coward. Standing there in her out of date dress, biting her lip and crying. She knows that if she doesn't apologize right now, I'm going to get my friend Snowflaik Leary to wait for her, and rip her skirt off. Come on, Mum, I'm - what was that?"

The eyes of all three of them swung towards the window, where there was the rattling of something.

"Probably just a cat," John told them. "Come on, Angie, this is fun. What do you have to say?"
 
Angela felt really small as she heard and saw the outburst of Xianna. She had never before seen her daughter like this. Angela looked from Xianna to John, and back again. She saw the smile on John's face, and the furious look in the eyes of Xianna, as she realized there was no way she could save this situation. Angela's body was shaking heavily, and her tears were running down her face. Everything around her seemed to grow and grow, as she felt like the shrunk even more at each harsh word Xianna bit to her.

Finally, Angela couldn't take it any longer, and she dropped to her knees. She looked up at John, for help, but when she saw the expression on his face, she knew not to expect anything from him. Angela felt like that last bit of comfort and security were being ripped away from her. The thin walls she had created around herself disappeared and now she was out in the open as her own daughter was raging on at her, calling her a coward, and her boyfriend, who had set this all up, Angela realized she had been used by him, and now all she could do was admit that she couldn't even stand up to a child.

"Y... Y...," Angela tried to find the words, but through her crying, she couldn't get a word out of her mouth. All she could do was sit there on her knees, her head bowed down in her hands, crying loud, and shaking badly. If only the earth would swallow her now, make her disappear, everything would be alright then. But of course it didn't happen. Nothing happened, and she just sat there sobbing, crying and hurt.

"I... I... You're r..r..right..." Angela whispered in such a tiny voice, that it could hardly be heard by anyone. Finally after years of being bullied, up to the point where her own daughter was now hurting her, Angela admitted for the first time that she was scared and a coward. But it didn't feel like a relief, like when you finally admit something. It felt like an even worse burden now that she had said it out. In front of her own daughter and John, about who Angela now didn't know what to feel. She liked his touch, she loved his kiss, but she hated him smiling at her and him taunting her at Xianna's outburst. This wasn't fun... this was horror... Her daughter turning against her, and hurting her, like Xianna's dad had done in the past. Angela didn't dare to look up at her own daughter any more. the shame and guilt were complete.

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Snowflaik had gotten back onto the bin, and peeked over the fence carefully again. She wished she could hear what was happening inside the house. She saw John, and Xianna, and Angela. And that stupid cowardly bitch dropping to her knees. Obivously she was crying in front of her own daughter. That just showed Snowflaik what a loser that woman was.

Snowflaik was wondering though, why John was there, and why Xianna had her arm wrapped around him. were they really together, or was he using her, like he obviously had taken advantage of Xianna's mum. Damn if only she could hear what was said. She had seen from the way Xianna moved, she was mad about something and she could also see that her mum couldn't handle it. A broad smile was on Snowflaik's face, as she was watching the things happening in the house.
 
John was in complete control now, and he knew it. He had cheated on Xianna - and with her own mother, no less - and rather than rage and scream, she had been forced to simply accept the situation. Angela had been humiliated, in front of her guy, and in her own home, and had been totally unable to defend herself. She had broken down into total submission. Neither Xianna nor he had even had to ask her to kneel, she had instinctively gone down on her knees. She was broken.

And now, he thought, came the fun part. He would take these two broken women, mother and daughter, and build them up again, but... this time, to his own design.

He pensively lit a cigarette, watching Xianna glare angrily at her mother, and Angela sobbing, and pleading. Though Xianna had won this encounter, it was a hollow victory. She had rendered helpless one of the few allies she had. He waited a few moments, letting the tension flow away as Angela cried herself out, and Xianna gathered herself, shocked at what she had allowed herself to so and say. Now, there could be no turning back for either woman.

And, then, he spoke, calmly and softly.

"But this can't go on," he said, decisively. "Xianna, you can't leave your mother in this state of total humiliation. It isn't her fault she can't protect herself. Or that she can't protect you. You've been bullied enough, yourself."

"Yeah, but I'm just a kid!" Xianna protested. "She's an adult. She's... she's my mother. She's supposed to be able to protect her own child!"

"And she knows it," John replied, putting just enough of an edge in his voice to make it plain he would not tolerate Xianna's protest. "Why do you think she's so upset. She's been bullied in front of her daughter, and now even by her daughter. She feels worthless. A total failure. She needs someone to look after her, just as much as you do! Am I right?"

"Y-Yes, I guess she does..." Xianna admitted. "But dad... "

"Yeah, well, if your dad came back, that'd be fine," John replied. "But it doesn't look likely, does it. There's only one person who can save her from being bullied by Snowflaik and her mum now."

"Yeah, I know," said Xianna. "You."

John shook his head. She had fallen right into his hands.

"No, Xi. You!"

"Huh?"

John smiled.

"You already told me that your mum can't get a boyfriend. You told me how she tries desperately to get men to like her, and she can't carry it off. But there's one guy who does like her, a lot. Who thinks she's pretty, and sweet, and is willing to help her. But that guy is already taken - by you. So, now, you have a chance to really do some good. If you say now you're willing to share me, so that you both can be my girls, then I can look after you both, can't I?"

Xianna opened her mouth. She was right on the brink of saying "Oh yeah? And what if I won't share you!" But one look at John's face made her think better of it. He would regard her as totally selfish, would not be impressed, might even junk her. To lose your boyfriend totally to your mother was one humiliation too many. To have to back down to this demand and share him was almost as bad... but not quite. And John, very cleverly, had given her a way to save face. She could make it look like a real cool act, a generous girl willing to help out a weaker rival, just like Snowflaik was doing to her.

And there were, she reflected, certain advantages to the arrangement. Firstly, she could be totally secure about John. There wouldn't be the problem that had happened on the (all too few) occasions in the past when a guy had looked like showing interest in her, and her mother had dissuaded them, saying "I don't think he's entirely suitable for a well-bred girl like you, Xianna." And if John stayed around, Xianna would no longer have to face the humiliation of being teased about her cowardly mother. Both of them would get the reputation of being cool, sophisticated women who happily shared a guy...

"Well, I'd have to be the #1 girl!" she said, desperate to extract any advantage she could. "After all, I was your girl before her. She mustn't be allowed to give me orders."

"Sounds fair," John admitted. In fact he was delighted. The idea of Angela having to defer to her own daughter was really turning him on. He looked down at Angela, who was still shaking, with tears running down her cheeks.

"OK, Angie," he said. "You heard what Xianna said. How do you feel about that arrangement?"
 
Angela had only heard half of what John and Xianna had said. Her mind had withdrawn into her own world. Something she had been used to doing when her husband had verbally abused her the last year of their marriage. Even with all the bullying of Sianelle, or Snowflaik Leary, she hadn't been driven this far. But now, with her own daughter standing there, looking down on her, they had driven her into herself. Almost like hovering above the whole situation, looking down on what was happening in her own living room.

She still didn't look up at either of the 2 persons in front of her and her nerves were very much unsettled. She was still sobbing, with her head in her hands. In her mind she didn't understand what was happening. Her own daughter taking control. Or well, she knew it wasn't Xianna who was taking control. She knew it was John. Angela knew there was nothing she could do about it. She was too scared to lose her daughter, and to lose John. His kiss had felt so good. Deep down she knew he was using both of them, but she also knew that if she would object, she wouldn't be save in her own home again. She knew and had heard in Xianna's voice, that she had lost all respect for her, no matter how little there had been left.

With a tiny, she said with a sobbing voice "I... I... This..." Angela tried to find the right words, but just sat there on her knees, sobbing with her head down. She knew that if she would accept, she would loose control over Xianna, and she was afraid of being left alone, in a setting where she would never be able to defend herself.

"I... I... accept..." Angela sniffed softly, as she looked up at John and Xianna. Her face was a complete mess now, her hair wild, and the little bit of make-up she had put on, was smeared over her cheeks. She looked up at the two kids, with Xianna's arm wrapped around John, and John's smiling at her. She didn't dare to look up at Xianna's face. Here she was, a woman in her 30s, afraid of a kid, afraid of her own daughter. Afraid of her losing her daughter.

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Snowflaik was watching what happened inside the house with great interest. She saw Angela on her knees in front of her own daughter and in front of John. And Xianna knew, even though she could not hear what was said, that John was very much in control of both of them. She could see in the demeanor of both Xianna and Angela that they were very much overwhelmed by John.

Snowflaik realized all to well that she had to be careful in her actions and in trying to form friendship with Xianna, if John was involved. Snowflaik was not afraid of John. She was not the kind of girl who got scared or afraid fast. But she knew she had to be careful not to tread in his domain.
 
"Good call, Angie," said John, softly, completely in control of the situation. There was a note of benevolence in his voice now, like a teacher when a student finally gives way and obeys. "I know this isn't the conventional type of relationship, but it'll be good for us all. You won't regret this."

"Who knows," thought Xianna. "He might well be right. Mortifying as it is to have to admit it, neither mum or I are capable of getting by on our own. And neither of us have had a sniff of a boyfriend before John came along. Not that I really want to share him, but better it this way than not having him at all. And didn't he say I was the number one girl in the relationship!"

She turned to her mother, a sneer in her voice that Angela had never heard quite so openly before.

"For fuck's sake, mother, go and clean yourself up! You look a total mess. Down there on your knees, howling away like a baby. Do your make up, and put a decent dress on. This is our boyfriend that's here, in case you're too stupid to realize it. Don't be any more of a loser than you have to be."

"STOP it, Xianna!" snapped John.

Xianna's mouth flew open, and she turned to stare at him. "Wha-a- ? I was just telling her to - "

"Well, don't," growled John. "You know Angie isn't any good at standing up to people. Well, she's my girl, now, and I won't have her bullied. You're to speak respectfully to her, from now on. It wasn't so long ago you were just as bad. You want to keep your status as my... my senior slave, you watch your step!"

"Yes, John," replied Xianna, in a small whisper, blushing furiously.

"And anyway, you're just as much a mess, with your socks falling down," he continued, enjoying his power.

"I-I'm sorry, John," she moaned. "I can't help it. They just won't stay up. I've tried everything."

"And tuck your blouse in properly, too. A girl of your age, and can't even dress herself."

"I'm sorry, but it rides up," she replied, trying not to cry. "The waist of my skirt's too lose. M-May I have permission to withdraw? It's a bit embarrassing having to fix it in front of you."

"Yeah, go on," he replied. "And when you come back, bring me a coffee, white, no sugar."

Xianna scuttled away, biting her lip.

As soon as he was alone in the room, John turned to the window, and winked.
 
All Angela could think about was the choice she had made. She was seriously in doubt if it was such a good idea, but she also didn't see any other solution. The fact that she had been completely humiliated by Xianna, had made John smile. And part of Angela didn't trust the smile. But what could she do about it. There was nothing. She had heard the words John had said to Xianna, when Xianna had scolded at her about her ruined make-up and clothes. And the words had put her mind at unease. He had spoken about Xianna as a preferred slave. That was not the deal she had agreed upon had she? She couldn't remember clearly. But she knew she didn't like the idea.

They were not slaves. that is as much as she knew. But she was afraid to question John about it. There was no way she could think of to stand up against him. But the word "slave" just kept singing through her mind.

Meanwhile, she had gotten up, and left the room. In her own bedroom, she had locked the door from the inside. She didn't want any company right now. She was upset. The words from Xianna had hurt, badly hurt, but the single word that John had spoken maybe had hurt her even more. She now felt she had to think about this new situation. And already, she felt she had to find a way out.

Sure her own husband had dominated her and abused her before the divorce, and even after the divorce he had been abusive against her. The last things she had heard were that he had been arrested that was several years ago. And she had tried to cover her and Xianna's tracks. But the fear of him finding them again, had always been present and had always gnawed at her mind. And she didn't want to end up in the same situation with a young version of her husband. Or even worse, have Xianna end up like that. She was too young for the indecent things her husband had done to her. And if she got even the slightest notice he was using her (but wasn't he already using them both), she would have to do something. But what.... What could she do... Could she turn to anyone for help... And did she want help, or was this her fate. And did she just have to accept it.

As those thoughts went through her mind, she had lain dwn on her bed. and eventually she fell asleep, thinking about the situation and contemplating its pros and cons and more importantly, trying to find any possible escape. (Where she obviously was too scared to take the easy way out, and just tell John to mind his own business).

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Snowflaik watched all events in the room she was watching. She saw Angela withdraw, and saw the outburst of John against Xianna. And then, when Xianna had left the room too, she saw John turn around and look straight into her direction. She tried to duck away, but failed, and her sudden move, made the already unstable garbage bin, to wobble back and forth even more then it already had, and of course she was trying to keep her balance, but again, the bin tipped over.

Snowflaik managed to jump off just in time, but she had timed her jump a bit wrong, and crashed right into the barred gate of the fence, kicking the bin back, against the back neighbour fence with a lot of racket.

As she flew against the barred gate, it flew open, and she stumbled half falling, and half running through the gate, into the backyard. Then she lost her balance, and fell face first in the bushes along the path leading to the backdoor.

Now there was no question about it. Johan had now certainly seen her, and was well aware of what she had been doing, with all the racket she just made.

She got to her feet as fast as she could, not minding her bruised and scratched knees. The knees of her jeans were now really ruined, well, that was her least worry now. She had to get out of this backyard as soon as she could.
 
(The following Monday)

John deliberately avoided the Fox house over the weekend. Though he had assumed the dominant position in relation to the two women, he had no desire to control their lives in every respect. It was enough for him to know that he could make them do whatever he wanted, whenever he wished. To impinge on their lives so completely as to make them actual slaves was not part of his plan.

He took satisfaction in the fact that they were now freer than they had ever been. Angela could go where she liked, without having to face the inconvenience of carefully checking that neither of the Learys were lurking outside, and risking the humiliation of yet again being bullied in front of her daughter. Neither did she have to deal with the self-hatred that came from seeing other women with husbands or boyfriends, and being unable to find one herself.

He spent the time doing other things, resting from what he regarded as the responsibility of owning two submissives, and on Monday morning, he called to walk Xianna to school, eager to resume their three-way relationship.

*****

Xianna had prepared very carefully for her day, taking far more time than she usually did. She showered, and ex-foliated every part of her skin, and then applied make up. Previously, Angela had not allowed her to wear any cosmetics, but now her mother no longer had any control over her. She had not quite plucked up the courage to go without wearing her school uniform yet, but she had carefully altered her skirt to make it a few inches shorter, and on Saturday she had bought a lacy black pair of panties, to replace the sag-prone cotton abominations that Angela always made her wear, together with a push-up bra in the same color.

In the past, she would not have dared enter her mother's room without knocking, especially on a non-work day (Angela only worked Tuesday through Thursday) but now, she knew she could do as she liked. She had a moment's qualm, thinking how sad it must be for her mother to lose her power over the one person whom she could actually control, but reflected that you can only earn the right to tell someone what to do when you fulfill your responsibilities towards them - and by being too weak and cowardly to protect her form bullies, Angela had forfeited that right.

So she just strode right in, catching Angela in the undignified act of struggling into her Spanx - a pale cream pair today. Normally, Xianna would have been as mortified at Angela, but now she just found the situation hilarious.

"Fuck, Angie," she giggled, having dropped calling her "mother" or "mum" as part of what she called "the new arrangement." "What DO you think you look like. If our man John could see you now, he'd bust a gut laughing - and probably junk you into the bargain. You're gonna have to get some proper undies."

She had said it deliberately, in order to embarrass Angela - in return for the humiliation she had suffered when John had admonished her. She knew her mother was sensitive about being teased about her Spanx, and even washed them at home and dried them on a line in the kitchen so they wouldn't appear on the line where the neighbors could see them. Xianna knew that Angela always claimed she only wore them to keep her pantyhose in place, which, given her skinny legs could well have been part of it, though Xianna knew her mother was also shy about her slightly large bottom.

"And anyway, John'll be here in a minute, so you'd better be ready. We're gonna want coffee before we go to school."
 
Angela had done a lot of thinking over the weekend, she was glad that John had not been around all weekend, and she had hardly seen Xianna. Most of the time Angela had spent in her bedroom, lying on her bed, thinking of better times. During the weekend she had decided to go along with the agreement John had proposed. Maybe something good would come out of that after all. But she had also made up her mind that she was not going to let her own daughter stand up to her. After all, she wasn't afraid of Xianna at all, and when John was not around, she would certainly not let herself get bullied by her own daughter.

Now when Xianna had told her to hurry and the tone she had said it with, made her angry with Xianna. She had to stand up to her. "Now you listen here Xianna," She said, as she turned to face Xianna. "You may think that you can order me around, like I'm your servant. But that is not going to happen little miss. I am still your MOTHER." Angela said to Xianna with a firm voice. she had never had problems in keeping Xianna in line. And now that Xianna was talking this way to her, she had to do something about that.

"You may be John's number 1, but to me you are still my daughter. And there is no way my daughter will speak to me this disrespectful when she is alone with me. You understand?" Angela said with a firm and slightly angry voice. "I will not have you barge in on me and tell me what to do. You can respect me as your mother. I know and realize that I am not the best mother you wished I was, but just remember little miss, you don't have John to turn to when we are alone!"

Angela knew she was taking a risk in telling her daughter off like that, but she also knew she had to try and keep up her motherly role like this. It was hard enough to have to obey a young boy, and her daughter when their mutual boyfriend was around. But she was willing to take the risk to keep her daughter in line when there was just the two of us. Of course Xianna would tell John her mother had given her a scolding, and yes it might very well be possible John would make her pay for it. But she was never going to stop being a mother to Xianna, no matter what the consequences would be.



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Snowflaik had ran out of the yard, and knew John had seen her. She had been cursing at herself for being so stupid to just fall into the yard. But there was nothing she could do about it. She would see on Monday what it would bring. She certainly didn't have the intention to back out, and was still very much determined to turn Xianna into a more popular girl. She just had to make sure she wouldn't run into John when doing so. She didn't want any trouble with him.

Snowflaik had discussed what she had seen with her mum. Who had laughed hard when she heard how Angela had broken up in front of her own daughter and in front of John.

Snowflaik had been looking around for Xianna over the weekend, but had not seen her around. She was now waiting in one of the alleyways she knew Xianna usually took when walking to school. She was hoping she would run into her, and get an opportunity to talk to her. She wanted to warn Xianna about John. During the weekend one thing had gotten clear to Snowflaik. Where her intentions were good, she had very much doubts about the good intentions of John. It felt as though John was going to use his power over Xianna for things Xianna would regret later. She didn't care about what John would do to Xianna's mum, that was a dumb cow anyway. From what she had seen, Xianna had even bullied her own mother. Now that was something which could become really useful to Snowflaik too.

And now, she was waiting for Xianna to walk her normal route to school. So she could talk to her about what she had seen on Friday.
 
"Oh yeah?" Xianna replied, defiantly. "You say you're my mother, but what good did that ever do me? Other kids' mothers protect them from bullying. Other kids' mothers get their own boyfriends, not have to share their daughter's. He was my guy, now you're here in the relationship, like a third wheel on a bike. Standing there in your silly underwear, looking totally ridiculous."

She smiled.

"Well, it's like this, MOTHER. From now on, I speak to you as I like. I wear what I want, and I come and go as I choose. And if you ever try and push me around again, I'll have my friend Snowflaike Leary find you, and rip your skirt off in front of anyone who might be passing. I know you're too weak and frightened to defend yourself. I've seen other women make a fool of you too many times. Sure, it's embarrassing to have to rely on Snowflaike to protect me, and have to share John with my mother, but even that's better than the old way, with the other kids making fun of me because my mother was a useless coward. Now, I hear John downstairs, so get your clothes on, "cos if he sees you in those stupid knickers he'll run away in disgust, and if I lose him, your life is not going to be worth living! OK, what do you say to that?"

*****

The girl sat in the car, smoking a Russian cigarette. Strange, classical music played on the car's sound system. She stared at the house, her eyes wild, knowing that here was the thing that, in her dreams, had called her. They called her psycho, a sociopath - what did they know? She could have killed them all, and walked away with no nightmares afterwards, but being able to do it didn't mean she would. She was Jessica. Jessica chose what she did.
 
"I didn't do you any good?" Angela turned red and raised her voice to Xianna. "I didn't do you any good? Who fed you when you father decided to leave us? Who cleaned your mess up when you were a baby? Who... who... " Angela couldn't go on. She was screaming the last words at Xianna, her eyes filled with tears, fighting them back. It took her several minutes and two deep breaths, before she found some steadiness back in her voice.

"That is all you can do.. threaten me with that Leary kid, telling me I am ridiculous, that I stole your boyfriend. Has it ever crossed your mind he is using you just as much as he is using me?" Angela went on with her rage. She knew she was being used, but she also knew there was nothing she could do about it herself. Not without help. And as long as she she couldn't get help, she just had to hide the fact she knew that she was being used.

Still red, she looked straight at Xianna, tried to stare her own daughter down. She hated arguing with her daughter, up to now she had been the only person she had always trusted. Now who could she trust, with her daughter talking to her like that.

"You wear what you want. See if he will still like you when you start dressing like that Leary slut..." Were the last words Angela bit to her daughter, before she pushed her out her bedroom door, and locked it behind her. Needing time alone while she finished dressing herself.
 
Although she had allowed herself to be hustled from the room, Xianna was hiding a deep internal smile. Up until that point, she had been worried that in a battle of wills, her mother would come out on top. Xianna was not used to winning any kind of conflict, and it was a good feeling to know she had been in control. She had seen her mother go red with impotent rage and humiliation, and noted that Angela had not actually been able to refute any of her points about failing to protect her. And while Xianna found having to share her man with her own mother humiliating, she knew it was even worse for her mother. To have to allow a young kid to be your boyfriend just because by so doing you could get protection from being bullied must have been the ultimate shame for an adult woman.

Therefore, when John arrived, Xianna was in an excellent mood. She flung herself into his arms lovingly, just as any girl would when her boyfriend arrived. And managed to delay him for some kissing and hugging, so that instead of going up to Angela's bedroom he waited until she came downstairs.

When he greeted Angela, with the same affectionate kiss, Xianna noticed her mother seemed nervous and overawed. Good. The more John had a chance to compare them - and think Xianna the superior - the more she liked it.

When they walked to school, with John in the middle holding hands with both, Xianna kept up a steady flow of what sounded like happy, friendly chit chat or solicitous advice, but which was really intended to draw attention to Angela's failings.

"No, we can't go this way, John. Because then when Mum leaves us, she would have to get to the bus stop through Horley Road - and that's where Susan Jenkins lives, and Mum's scared of her. And she can't go through Tomkins St either, 'cos she might meet Anita Lewis there, and she's scared of her, too."

"Hey, John, we'd better not go along this part, not with this strong wind. I'm fine, but we wouldn't want Mum's skirt to blow up, and have everyone see her Spanx. That's always happening, you know, her skirt flying up in public and showing her ridiculous undies."

"Hey, Mum, see that huose? Didn't that guy live there you had a thing about? What was his name, Michale Jarvis? That was so sad, that you chased him and chased him, and he wouldn't have anything to do with you. Funny how no guy ever seems to want you, isn't it?"

She could sense Angela getting more and more humiliated, as Xianna's jibes struck home, in front of John. It was, she hoped, working.

*****

Jessica kept low. She was an expert at seeing without being seen, and none of the three had any idea that she was there, close enough to hear every word. She was taking her self-imposed mission seriously, for she saw it as her duty. She filed away everything the three, especially Xianna, said, and carefully noted Angela's reaction. She wondered how Angela and Xianna would feel if they'd known she had also been outside the bedroom window, hearing their previous exchange.
 
After Angela had told Xianna to leave her room, and she had left, Angela looked at herself in the mirror at the back wall. The words Xianna had said about her spanx, had hurt her feelings. She hadn't made Xianna aware it hurt her, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she had to admit it looked rather silly. Not that she was planning to take them off, it was a bit of security she needed for herself. To be able to at least feel okay about her figure. At least it didn't make her look like she had a big butt.

So Angela decided to keep them on for now. She got her dress from the clothes hanger, and put it on, fixing it right, and pulling up the zipper on her back in front of the mirror. She then decided she was ready to face John. Her feelings about him were still mixed, sharing him with Xianna certainly was not what she wanted. She wanted him all to herself.

Angela quietly walked down the stairs. By the time she was halfway down, she saw Xianna kissing John, which made her feel really jealous. She continued down even more quiet, and was happy when she saw John turn away from Xianna, and kissing her. It made her nervous, but excited. She responded to his kiss a little hesitatingly, but still kissed him back.

During the walk to school, every remark Xianna made at her expense, hurt a little more. She made her head and shoulders hang down a little further after each remark. She was sure Xianna didn't notice it, but she saw John glance over to her, because after each remark, she squeezed her hand a little tighter in his. Still she was not daring to tell Xianna to stop it, and hoped John would tell her to stop, but when he didn't it added to the humiliation, and doubts of his good intentions.

Feeling completely humiliated, Angela said "I.... I... think I uhm... should get back uhm home..., there's uhm there's someone coming by to uhm fix the uhm shower... yes to fix the shower". It wasn't a complete lie, as the shower did leak, but the truth was that she had to try and arrange a plumber to come by and fix it. She had not even called anyone yet.

Angela let go of John's hand, and quickly turned around, walking back the way they had come, she didn't dare look back. For sure John and Xianna were making fun of her hasty return home. It did however, give her a chance to think about some things. The remarks Xianna had made, the standing up to her she had done in her own bedroom. She had to find a way to stop Xianna from being so bad to her. What could she do. She just had to think about that for a while...

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Snowflaik, had seen the three of them walking hand in hand, she had duck away behind a low fence, when they approached, and had heard one remark of Xianna to her mother. It had made Snowflaik smile. She had only just been able to keep her voice down, when she said "You go girl... tell her she's a loser, cause you know she is."

When they had passed, Snowflaik had gotten up from behind the fence, and taken an alternative route, one which she knew would be faster, so she could beat them to the schoolyard. Snowflaik had ran to the schoolyard, to make sure she was there first. She had a few minutes to catch her breath when she got there, and was surprised to only see Xianna and John walking through the gate.

"Oh Xianna," Snowflaik whispered, "can't you really see what he is doing to you and your mum? You really think you and him are a couple don't you. Can't you see it's weird and not right to share a guy with your mum?"

Snowflaik's concern about Xianna were genuine, but she just was too afraid of John to walk up to the two of them, so she just decided to wait until she would get Xianna alone. Which she was sure was bound to happen sooner or later.
 
Jessica did not think to herself in words. That was far too slow for her mercurial mind. She reacted to everything in a series of pictures, concepts flashing before her mental eyes. She did not even have to think, or weight up the options, when Angela peeled off from the group, but took it for granted which one she would be shadowing.

Angela would, she was sure, have no idea how closely she was being followed. By means of hedges, gates, walls, shortcuts that anticipated her quarry's future path, Jessica stuck to Angela's wake like glue.

Without even stopping to think, she had assessed the situation between the two Fox females. Neither of them were dominant personalities, but in the younger girl's case, there was some chance that, instinctively, and with the help of JH, she would emerge from her pit of defeat, become a whole person. She had already gained some kind of rapport with the girl who had been bullying her, and while it was obvious that Snowflaik Leary regarded her as a sort of pet, or mascot, rather than taking her seriously, it was, at least, a start.

The mother, however, was a different proposition entirely. Here was a person who had spent her entire life having to back down, who had no self-confidence whatsoever. A natural victim. Even though Angela was now alone, Jessica could see the red flush at the back of her neck, knew she was still brooding on the way her daughter had humiliated her in front of their mutual boyfriend. Knew that she was writhing in impotent humiliation, angry, but unable to strike back. Though there was (as she thought) no-one to see her, she was still pushing at her hair, tugging at her jacket, smoothing her skirt, as if by controlling the few things she could control, the sit of her own clothing, she could somehow shut out how helpless she was regarding the rest of the world.

Jessica saw the two girls jump out from the shadows long before Angela did. She had to admire the way they handled it. True street ninja stuff, about half as good as Jessica would have done, which was still pretty damn good, considering neither of them could have been older than fourteen. They had picked their mark well. Most adults would have laughed at them, but there was something about the look on Angela's face, the guarded way she walked, that gave her away as someone easy to intimidate.

"OK, sweetie, that's far enough," said the larger of the two girls, stepping out to block Angels's path, her fat stomach jiggling as she walked. "Now, me and me mate here, we're short of our fare, see. An' I'm pretty fuckin' sure you got some money in that bag, there. So why not just hand it over, nice and slow, like, so we won't have to strip you in the street as punishment, eh, red?"

The smaller girl, a skinny, ferret-faced creature put her hands on Angela's shoulder, just so she knew there was no escape without turning around.

"She means it, yer know," she giggled. "Come on, love, you gotta be well off, you wearing that nice dress and stuff. Hand it over and walk - but 'urry up, 'cos we ain't got, like, all day."

Crouched behind a nearby hedge, Jessica crouched and waited.

*****

"You don't wanna be too hard on her, y'know," John said to Xianna, as they kissed, before separating to go to their respective classes. "Like, she's done you no harm, babe."

"Done me no harm?" Jessica expostulated. "Huh! All those years of being embarrassed by her, Watching her throw herself at guys who treated her as a joke. Having kids at school here bully me non-stop, just because they know my mother's too much of a coward to protect me. And now, I've got to share my boyfriend with her."

John laughed. "Is my little Xi getting jealous?"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous, babe. As if I could be jealous of that dweeb!"

"Sure?" asked John challengingly.

Xianna blushed. "Maybe a bit," she admitted, in a small voice. "Oh John, I am number one girl, aren't I? And I always will be. Promise?"

John kissed her again, reassuringly, and the two stood locked in a passionate standing embrace for a few minutes before parting.
 
Angela didn't notice the two girls getting out from behind the bushes in front of her. She was too deep in thoughts, about how she could ever change things around, oblivious to her surroundings. For someone who usually was always very aware of danger this was an exception. The more Angela was startled when suddenly the 2 girls stood in front of her. "I... I... I need to go.... L... L.. Let me pass... please...?" Angela asked with a soft voice. She ran her hand through her hair, and from the back of her head, her hand went straight to the hem of her jacket, where it ended up plucking nervously.

Angela just stood there looking from one girl to the other. Where had they come from. How come she hadn't seen them approach her. Normally when she saw something happening in front of her, she would have turned around, or taken a back alley, to avoid getting stopped. But she had been too deep into her own thoughts that she had not noticed the girls. And now she had to confront them.

"I... I... I don't have anything on me...," Angela said truthfully. She had left her purse at home. Her purse was in the handbag she normally always took with her, but this morning, she had forgotten to take it, with all the things that happened this morning, and the haste with which they had had to leave home, it was probably still hanging from one of the dining table chairs. Angela felt her head turn bright red. Knowing there was no way she could prevent these girls from doing whatever they liked.

Angela thought about her options. The first one was turn around and try to outrun the two girls. But the skinny one probably could outrun her easily. That girl was wearing sneakers, where Angela had on her heels, which were hard enough to walk in, let alone run in them. And kicking them off and leaving them behind was no option.

The other option Angela saw as being the only option, was to try and stand up to the girls. After all, they were only 14. So what harm could they do. If she could keep a firm voice, she would tell the off and chase them away with some threat, about telling their parents.

Having chosen the last option, Angela cleared her throat, ran her hand through her hair again, started plucking at the hem of her jacket, and when her other hand dropped after running it through her hair, it started fumbling with the pocket of her jacket too. Angela felt strong, and was sure she finally would manage something. But as soon as she started to speak, she knew her whole build-up had been useless.

"L... L... L... look g... g... girls... J.... J... Just leave me be... Okay... A... And... I www...wwon't tell your mum and dad... you t...tried to f...force me to g...give you m...money..." Angela stuttered with a bright red face, and a nervous twitch of her eyebrow. She knew that had come out terribly insecure, and realized she was in serious trouble now.

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Snowflaik was so surprised at the things she had seen. Xianna and her mom walking on either side of John, and even worse, both holding one of his hands. Sure she had seen it on Friday, that John was playing out his position perfectly. But this was too much.

And now, she saw Xianna and John hugging in front of school. It made her realize that Xianna really had fallen for John. So if Snowflaik was going to try and do anything about it, she was going to have to be careful too. Maybe she would have to talk to mum first, see if she had a suggestion. No way was she going to tell about Angela too... That was her secret, and she was going to help Xianna stand up to her. Snowflaik still felt she needed to pay back on Angela for trying to interfere and put her mum up against her. Angela was going to suffer if it was up to her, and what better then to use Xianna for it. She couldn't imagine anything worse for a mother, then being bullied by your own daughter...
 
It would have been bad enough had both girls simply responded to Angela's pathetic attempt to fight back with an upping of their own aggression. What they did was even worse.

They laughed.

Even though they did not know her (which might have been an explanation) her very manner and obvious fear made the very idea she might stand up for herself hilarious indeed. While they laughed, thin-girl reached up under Angela's jacket and began to pull down the zipper of her dress.

"That isn't the answer we wanted to hear, redhead," she chuckled. She deliberately pulled the fastening down agonizingly slowly, making Angela into a kind of involuntary strip-tease artist. At the moment, the open part was still under the jacket, but another few inches and it would be wide open, revealing Angela's underwear to anyone who happened to be passing by.

"Well, big tough lady," the fat girl asked, teasingly. "Me mate there's pullin' yer zip down. You gonna do anythin' about it, or you too scared." She grinned, and snatched Angela's handbag. "You gonna do anythin' about me takin' this?" She threw the bag down onto the pavement, letting it spring open so that all of Angela's possessions were strewn on the ground. "Or this?" She suddenly shot out her hand, and snatched off Angela's glasses, holding them just out of reach.

"Or this," said thin girl, who broke off from undoing Angela's zipper to cup her breasts, running her thumbs over the nipples. An act that might, under other circumstances, have been pleasurable, but not when done without permission, and deliberately designed to humiliate.

Jessica watched, gathering information. She did not move a muscle.

*****

Xianna was very thoughtful as she walked down to the end of the playing fields, where she knew Snowflaik would probably be hanging out. Things had gone well enough - she now had a boyfriend, (or at least, a shared one, which was more than she had realistically ever hoped for,) a friend (She was surprised Snowflaik hadn't taken offense at her and John being an item, for she knew the Leary girl had a thing for him herself,) and after standing up to her mother that morning, she knew that from now on she would be free from parental control, and could go, wear, or do what she liked.

Her problem now was maintaining her street cred. She had ditched her school uniform for a denim mini and a tight crop top, but unlike other girls who could wear such things with confidence, Xianna was a shy girl, and kept involuntarily twitching down the hem of the skirt in order not to show too much leg, which rather spoiled the point of wearing it. She had tried smoking a cigarette the evening before, but that experiment had ended in a coughing fit. And she had also made an attempt to make up her face in the Goth style, but her lack of expertise had made her look like a clown, so she had given up.

What she needed badly to do was something that would make her look tough in Snowflaik's eyes. Still, when she told her how she'd put her stupid mother in her place that morning, it would do for a start. She would see if Snowflaik had any more ideas when they talked.
 
Angela was scared, terribly scared. She was shaking all over, and couldn't stop the girl pulling down the zipper of her dress. "P... P...Please... SSSS...STOP..." she screamed, tears welling up in her eyes. "Please dear GOD have mercy on me... Why does this always have to happen to me!" She thought, as she tried to keep her dress together, with one hand. Making it easy for the other girl, to take the bag from her other hand. The girl snatched it with ease from her hands. Her possessions, flying around on the pavement.

Angela put both hands to her back, trying feverishly to pull the zipper back up, when the girl that had pulled it down, stood in front of her. And with her hands on her breasts, her thumbs rubbing over her nipples. Even with the fear and with being as upset as she was, her nipples responded on the touch of the young girl. She knew the girl had to feel her nipples respond at her actions, and she screamed "S...Sssstop that.... pplleeaassee..."

Angela couldn't stop the tears running down her face. She was being molested by 2 young teenage girls, and couldn't even defend herself. She didn't even dare to look at the girls, let alone defend herself. Angela tried to take a few steps back, but the uneven pavement, and the fact she was on her heels, made her loose her balance, and she tripped, falling backwards. The strain on her dress, made the small bit of the zipper that was still closed, slide open, making her dress open up fully at the back.

Angela landed on her butt on the street, her dress open at the back, lucky for her she still had her jacket on, so it couldn't fall off completely. But still the humiliation was complete at that. Sitting on the cold pavement, in her underwear, with two girls in front of her laughing loud and making fun of her. Oh how much Angela wished she was somewhere else at that moment.

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Snowflaik saw Xianna walk up to where she was standing with one of her friends. "Hang on, I've got something to do." She said to the girl she was talking to, while she walked away, and walked up towards Xianna.

"HEY! Xianna!" Snowflaik greeted Xianna, her hand making a quick wave at Xianna. Snowflaik had decided to let things rest for a while, and just keep a close eye on Xianna for the moment. She had no intention to mention John, or that she had seen her and her mother together with John.

"How was your weekend girl?" Snowflaik said, trying to sound normal. And then she continued, "Thought you would call me this weekend, you know to hang out a little. I went to the tat-shop again on Sat. and guess what, I'm going to save up some money for a nice tat I saw." Snowflaik told her a little lie, not wanting to let Xianna know that she had actually not been up to anything interesting at all during the weekend. Not that she didn't want a tat, she really wanted one, but her mum would never let her get one. And if she did it secretly, and mum would find out, she'd probably kill her. Stupid bitch still thinks I'm a little kid, Snowflaik thought.
 
Jessica had learned all she needed to know.

She could see that the unfortunate Angela was totally unable to defend herself, even against young girls. There were few adult women that the street kids would dare to treat in this way. The poor woman was unable to even stop them undressing her. She was totally helpless, and at their mercy. She had made what pathetic attempt to resist that she could, and they had simply laughed at it.

So now, here was the redhead, her head bowed in humiliation, her eyes brimming with tears. In her agitated attempts to close her zipper and restore her modesty, she had somehow caused it to stick, so that she was unable even to fix that, never mind recover her possessions. Her dress had rucked up, showing her legs in the ridiculous spanx. The girls were laughing helplessly, while rummaging through her handbag.

It confirmed what Jessica had guessed. Now was the time to move.

Fourteen year olds, Jessica knew, were the worst. Older people might see the look in her eye, possess the street wisdom to see that here was a genuine psycho, not to be tangled with. At fourteen, they always thought they were invulnerable.

"Do you really think you ought to do that?" she asked, her voice a frightened quaver, resembling that of Angela a few seconds before. "I mean, it's really cruel. Can't you see how disrespectful it is to embarrass this poor woman. She can't help it if she can't fight. Look, you broke her zip, and everything."

"And how the fuck is it any of your business?" asked the thin girl, her attention switching to the newcomer. "you wanna watch yourself, or you might get the same. Now, piss off."

"Sorry," Jessica replied, meekly, as if cowed into submission. "I just thought - "

"Yeah, well, don't think," snapped the fat girl. "Or you might wish you;d never been born, see?"

Jessica smiled wanly. "You're too late, I think," she replied, as if simply passing an observation about the weather. "I already wish that." She shrugged. "Too late, I guess."

"She's fuckin' mental," shrieked fat girl to thin.

"Shall we do 'er too?" asked thin.

"Yeah, why not."

The two girls advanced upon Jessica, who backed away, adopting the look of a startled rabbit.

"N-N-Now there's no need for this," pleaded Jessica.

The fat girl was the first to reach out, pushing at Jessica's chest with the palm of her hand.

Jessica moved so quickly, that an observer could hardly have seen it happen. One second, her arms were held out wide, as if pleading. And then, without there seeming to have been any gap, she had the fat girl's fingers in hers, twisting. There was a sickening "snap," and the fat girl screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground, doing a thing she had not done for many years.

Crying. Crying in pain.

"She broke me fuckin' fingers," she wailed, white faced.

The thin girl hesitated, seeing her stronger ally bested. For a second, she didn't know if she should fight or run. Jessica did her the favor of making the decision for her, her arms again a blur. A chop to the girl's neck, another to her stomach, and the girl went down, vomiting and screaming.

Jessica bent, collecting Angela's belongings, deliberately not looking behind her. She hoped the girls would rush her, but they stayed where they were, edging away, biting their lips. Jessica put Angela's things back in the handbag, took it over to her, rummaging in the picket of her leather pants for a handkerchief.

"Here, let's fix that," she said, gently wiping Angela's eyes. When this was done, she replaced the redhead's spectacles, then moved behind her. "Want any help with your zip?" she asked, gently.

*****

"Yeah, I planned to," lied Xianna. In fact, she hadn't dared, wondering if her new friend might see it as insolent. As the very much submissive person in the friendship, Xianna felt it might be safer to wait to be called. "But I went out with some friends, we just hung around, you know. Then my bitch of a mother started getting up me, so I had to put her in her place. Silly cow backed down quick enough, of course."

When Snowflaik mentioned the tat, something suddenly struck Xianna. Now that her mother no longer had any authority over her, she could have one too. Whether or not she could find the courage to was another matter, but it felt good just to toss around the idea.

"Hey, that's great, Snow. I've been thinking about getting one, too, but it's so hard to choose what to get. That's why I've been putting it off. How about you get yours, then I'll maybe get one to match!"

She then blushed, suddenly realizing that Snowflaik might take this as some kind of romantic advance. "I... I mean, if I like it, or maybe I'll get one totally different, who knows? I'll have to find out what John likes, y'know?"
 
Angela watched the young woman appear, it seemed from out of nowhere. Did she really take on these two young girls, to help her? Nobody ever helped her, but now someone stood up for her? The woman sounded just as unsure and nervous about her words as Angela always felt. But still, she seemed to be stronger, especially since she could have just walked on, and pretended not to see what was happening. Angela knew she wouldn't have dared to challenge the girls like that. She would have just turned around and walk away.

When the fat girl tried to attack the woman, Angela shrieked when she saw the reaction of the woman. Then Angela heard a faint snapping sound, and saw the fat girl's face turn pale as she screamed out in agony. It made Angela crawl back, placing her hands on the ground behind her as she slid backwards.

Then when the woman attacked the thinner girl, she was down in seconds, throwing up and screaming. The screaming made Angela shuffle back a little again. She watched the movements of the woman closely, as she saw the woman gather her belongings

Completely dumbfounded, Angela took her bag from the woman, and let her wipe her face clean. When the woman wiped her face, it made Angela realize, her face had to look like a mess, with her make-up run down from the tears. Angela's mouth was still open, and she looked up at the face of the woman helping her. Angela didn't know what to say. She opened her mouth, and closed it again, not making a sound.

When the woman stepped behind her, and helped her to her feet, Angela just let it happen. "Y... Yes.. P...Please" Angela managed to say when the woman asked her if she needed help with her dress. Angela saw the fast actions of the woman flash by in her mind again, and said "T...That was amazing..."

She felt the woman stand behind her, but didn't dare to look her in the face, or turn around. Besides, she had offered to help her with her dress, so she lifted up her jacket, so the woman could pull up her zip.

"C... Can I offer you a cup of coffee to t... thank you, maybe?" Angela softly asked, with a scared voice. The words were out before she realized. What if this woman only scared the girls off to be able to humiliate her herself? And here she was how, pathetic offering her a cup of coffee. Angela regretted immediately she had asked the woman.

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Snowflaik looked at Xianna. "Hmmm friends ... what friends did you hang out with Xianna? Why are you trying to impress me by saying that. As if I would believe you hanging around with friends on the weekend. I bet you didn't even go out at all did you" Snowflaik just thought that, and gave Xianna a smile. "Cool. Where did you and your friends go? You should have called me, I would've come over to hang out with you!" She said.

"No way! You want to get a tat too ?" Snowflaik asked, genuinely surprised. "Yeah! Lets go over to the shop later today, we can pick one for you and me both!" Snowflaik continued excited.

Then Snowflaik listened with surprise when she said she wanted one that John likes. "Oh Xianna, no girlfriend, you shouldn't get one John likes. You're not getting it for him are you? I mean, it's your tat, it's your body, and it's your decoration. You should choose something you like!"

Snowflaik really was surprised, but excited. "I'm looking at getting a tat at my lower back, a small red rose, with two branches with thorns to each side, I'll show you what I want if you want to go over after school. And if you like it, sure, I don't mind if you get the same one!"

Then the bell rang, and the other kids started walking to the entrance of the school. Snowflaik waited until the last were gone, and then started to walk to the door together with Xianna. "I'll meet you after school here, and we can see if we go over or not. Don't worry, you can ask your mum first if you want." Then, laughing, Snowflaik continued "But I'll doubt if she'll approve. Mine won't even approve. But I will just get one of my friends to sign a statement that she allows me. Which is all it will take at the tat shop." Snowflaik confessed."
 
Xianna tried to appear calm, but inside, she was dancing with joy. Here was a chance to gain at least a small amount of street-cred. For once, she had a chance to appear tougher than Snowflaik.

"Oh, you need to hide it from your mum?" she asked, casually. "What a pain. Me, I know my mum'll do what she's told. If I tell her to sign it, she'll sign it, no worries about that. Yeah, a rose sounds cool. I agree, let's go tonight, and see if I like it as much as you."

While she was saying this, she had been desperately seeking a way to restore her appearance in Snowflaik's eyes after the mistake of saying she had gone out with other friends, and not being believed. "As for these friends, well, they're kind of dweeby really. Alice and Nicole. They've been pestering me to go to the movies with them for weeks, so I decided to go Saturday to shut them up. Kind of boring, but I don't think either of them have many friends. We sniffed a bit of glue afterwards, then I went home."

*****

After she had fixed Angels's zipper, Jessica walked around and stood in front of her, so that finally the older woman could get a good look at her. Now that she was still her age - about seventeen - could be easily determined.

"Yeah, coffee would be good," she said. She reached out and stroked the older woman's hair. "Don't worry, pretty lady. We can go to a coffee shop and no-one's going to mess with you unless they get through me first. And I think that's not too likely, is it?" She had a husky, breathy voice, with slightly psychotic overtones, as if she were speaking in a dream. "See, I don't like what's been happening to a lady as lovely as you. Other women bullying and humiliating you, in front of your daughter, and John treating you like a piece of shit, and favoring Xianna over you, and Xianna treating you with contempt. It's not fair." She took Angela's hand, and led her along the street, as if it were perfectly natural. "You're my girl now. Don't worry about John. We made a deal. He and I are... we go back a way. And I think your daughter might be happy to have him for herself."

She reached across and stroked Angela's cheek. "Hey? Is my pretty girl blushing?" she laughed.
 
Angela was dumbfounded at the girls gestures. She couldn't do anything to stop it. Well, she could, but she didn't dare to stop this girl. Obviously the girl was not as shy and reserved as she herself was. And on top of that, the dominance with which this girl acted, made Angela nervous but it also felt natural to allow the young girl to lead her. "I... I... I am... Angela..." Angela said softly, when the girl stroked her hair gently.

Surprised at the kindness,Angela let Jessica take her hand. She tried to remember if she had ever seen this girl before, but she couldn't recall ever having seen her. But obviously, she knew John. And John knew her, so Angela assumed it was okay. But still, holding hands with a young girl, was awkward, and the way this girl spoke, she seemed to think she and her were a couple. So many questions were on Angela's mind, she didn't know what to think, and didn't dare to ask.

How did this girl know John, and what did she mean that she was her girl now. Where did this all come from. Why hadn't John told her this this morning. And it would make matters probably even worse from Xianna's remarks towards her. What did this girl want from her... She didn't know, but was scared to even think about what this girl wanted.

Sure she was blushing. What did she expect... Walking hand in hand with another woman, for other people to see her. And what did this walking hand in hand mean anyway...

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Snowflaik looked surprised at her new friend. Her mouth fell open with surprise. "You really think your mum will sign without even asking questions?" She asked with surprise, as he stopped walking towards the door. Snowflaik turned to face Xianna, and looked at her smiling face. "Just what is happening at home between you, your mum and John anyway Xianna?" Snowflaik no longer could hide her curiosity. She just needed to know what was going on.

In anticipation Snowflaik looked at Xianna, thinking back to the weird images she had seen in the Fox' home on Friday. Sure she had heard there were women who loved to submit to other people. People who loved being told what to do. But a mother getting dominated by her daughter, who in her turn had a boyfriend who wasn't really her boyfriend, but just used her. She just had to tell Xianna soon enough that John might seem sincere, but that it was all just an ego-boost for him, to have her look up to him like that. But now wasn't the time. First things first. The tat would be something cool. And if Xianna could get Angela to sign for her, maybe she could ask Xianna to get Angela to sign for her as well. That would be so cool, and not bring problems to one of her friends if mum would ever find out who signed.
 
It was one of the best coffee shops in town, and Jessica seemed to just naturally assume that Angela would pay, ordering herself the best beverage on the menu. She kept hold of Angela's hand as they entered, and when one of the waitresses looked too long at them, Jessica stared her down, and the waitress' eyes dropped.

They say down in the dark corner booth Jessica picked out, and while they were waiting for their order, Jessica held Angela's hand under the table. Every now and then, she'd reach out and play with Angela's hair.

"You really are pretty, you know, Angie babe," she laughed. "Actually, it's kind of cute the way you blush. Not many women your age do. Makes a girl want to protect you." She stroked Angela's leg under the table, sliding her hand a small way up her skirt. "Don't be worried, darling. I know about your Spanx. I won't laugh - promise."

She kept holding Angela's hand, and touching her hair, and making complimentary remarks, all through the coffee, and when they ordered a second cup, said:

"Now, babe, tell me all about it. How everyone bullies you, and how you feel, and why it happens. You can talk to me, you know. Now you're my girl."

*****

"Oh, sure," Xianna laughed. "You know my mum's shit scared of me, right? She's such a stupid coward. I tell her to sign, she'll sign. She'll sign for you, too, if you like." Xianna didn't admit, of course, that it was fear of Snowflaik rather than herself that would intimidate Angela into signing. It was a kind of elephant in the room - Xianna found it humiliating to have to rely on Snowflaik, but if neither of them admitted it, she could go on pretending she was tough enough to at least intimidate her mother, even if no-one else was scared of her.

"Oh yeah, John," she laughed. "Well, it's kind of weird. Like, he's my guy, but you know mum. Every time she meets a guy she starts blushing, and simpering, and tugging her jacket and stuff. Well, she did that with John, and he kind of felt sorry for her, her being so pathetic, and scared of other women and, like, not being able to get a guy and stuff. So he told me he'd protect her, and 'cos she's got no-one else, her stupid mind takes that as if he's her guy too. Like I'm number one, and she's like the reserve girl, know what I mean. But she's so desperate for anyone, she's happy to get that."
 
Nervously Angela let the strange girl lead her to the coffee shop. Walking hand in hand with this girl felt strange to her, especially with all the people looking at them. She saw the girl from the coffee shop look up as they entered, and noticed her turning away her gaze after a few seconds.

As they sat at the booth, and drank their coffee, Angela didn't even make an attempt to make the girl let go of her hand, and when she felt her hand go up her legs, and under her skirt, she started to blush again, and with her free hand, she started to fumble with the hanger on her necklace. She didn't know how to react and how to tell the girl to stop. She was glad she didn't put her hand up under her dress all the way, even though she told her she knew about the spanx, she still felt a little embarrassed about it.

The girl was so sweet, and kind, and oh God, Angela didn't know what to think of her. It almost felt like the girl wanted not just to protect her, but wanted more from Angela. But what did she want? Angela did feel much more at ease with the girl then she did with John. She thought that mainly was due to Xianna making her feel bad about her love for John. On Friday, if Xianna wouldn't have come home, Angela was sure she would have ended up in bed with John, she had wanted to even. And now, this girl was telling her she was cute and pretty, almost as if she was hitting on her. Was that really happening. And why did Angela not even feel bad about it. She didn't know. All she knew, was that she liked the attention, she liked the girl, and she felt she could trust the girl.

Angela cleared her throat, feeling the reassuring squeezing of her hand by the girl, she looked up at the girl, for the first time, she really looked at the girl's face. "I... uhm... I... d...don't know..." Angela started off. "P...People have always picked on me... E.... Even my ex... husband h... h... humiliated me.... in front of his friends..." Angela started pouring her heart out, as she felt she got emotional, thinking back at the horrible years of her marriage.

"A... And... And I just... I can't.... help it..." Angela was blushing heavily, as her hand fumbled with her hanger, and she stopped looking at the girl, but was looking at the coffee in front of her. "I... I... love.... Xianna... but... but... she.. changed... she... John... I... don't know, really..." Angela couldn't find the words to describe how she felt. "W...Who... a...are you... why... how... do you know... ?" She managed to ask the girl with a shy smile, as she again turned her gaze to the girl's face.

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"No way... You share your boyfriend with your mum?" Snowflaik asked a little too loud. At that moment, the second bell rang, indicating everybody should be in class. She knew they were too late, and it would most likely get her a reprimand, but she didn't care, she needed to know more...

"Share your boyfriend, with your pathetic scared mum... " Snowflaik repeated trying to keep her voice normal. "You really shouldn't you know..., I mean do you... and well her.. uhm... well... you know, have sex with John too?" Snowflaik was kind of embarrassed to ask these question, but her curiosity just needed her to ask. She couldn't imagine sharing a boyfriend with her mum, or sharing a boyfriend at all.

Not wanting to embarrass Xianna too much, and with that, make her feel humiliated, she tried to quickly change the subject "No wonder you can control her. We should get her to sign right after school, or uhm, do you have a date with John? I would love to get a tat tonight. hihi that would be soooo cool... I've wanted one for ages, but my mum is so stupid, she's got lots of the herself, but won't allow me to get one. Well, screw her right"
 
"How do I know?" Jessica laughed, finding the question utterly hilarious. "Oh, sweet Angie, I know all kinds of things." She squeezed Angela's hand under the table again. "I'm good at finding things out. I see things when no-one can see me. And anyone who hurts me, or those I love usually wish they hadn't been born."

She took a sip of coffee.

"See, beautiful one, everyone says I'm cruel. The men in white coats, that... " she shuddered. "All those fucking tests, and those evil things they did. I can't remember the names they called me, all weird long words. What would they know? They say I have to take these pills, see, but they make me go all... like I can't feel shit, and I don't like that. So I don't."

She kissed her own fingers, then touched them to Angela's lips.

"And I'm not stupid, Angie babe. I know you feel, like, awkward. I mean, usually when an older woman and a girl my age get together, the older woman makes all the decisions, calls all the plays. And I guess you might feel a bit ashamed, needing me for protection and stuff, but, see, it's just not one way. You might not be able to fight, or stand up for yourself, but these demons of mine... maybe you can help with them, instead."

She smiled.

"If you want to that is... sweetheart!"

*****

Xianna felt her cheeks and forehead going hot again. It was, she knew, totally gross sharing your boyfriend with your mum. She'd tried to get it across to Snowflaik as a not too big a deal king of thing, trying to hint that it was only in Angela's imagination that there was any relationship. She thought about suddenly saying she'd only been joshing, that of course no girl would contemplate sharing her guy with her own mother! But she knew she couldn't sell that one!

And while she now despised her mother, she didn't like other girls pointing out what a dweeb Angela was. It was mortifying, having a mother everyone else bullied and made fun of, and it would have been more diplomatic, she felt, for Snowflaik to have changed the subject, or even said something along the lines of "oh, your mum's not so bad," or whatever. It brought home to her that she was still very much the junior partner in this friendship, even if she was the older.

"N-No, it's not like that," she got out, hastily. "Like, John's my guy for real. It's just he... kind of looks after her, you know, 'cos she can't defend herself, and... well, she's so embarrassed at having to rely on a kid to defend her, she's sort of, what's the word, rationalized it that she's in love with him. So because John loves me so much, he didn't want to hurt her, so her just let her go on thinking of." She mock-slapped Snowflaik, the first time she had dared to do such a thing. "No, we do NOT all get into bed together. Honestly, Snow, your mind! As if John would do... do stuff like that with a woman as old as my mum! No, it's just some weird idea on her part, is all."

She felt she'd circumvented quite neatly, and without having to actually lie, the awkward admission she and John had still not actually... done it.

"OK, so we'll go over to my place tonight, and I'll make mum sign the release forms, then." She added, managing, she thought, a quite neat change of subject.
 
"Y... You mean... uhm I uhm... You were uhm... in hospital ?" Angela asked softly, looking at her coffee cup in front of her. She still felt Jessica's hand holding hers, it felt good, it felt better and more in place then John's hand had felt earlier. This girl seemed so much more sincere then John did. But Angela just couldn't get her mind around the feeling she was being hit on by a girl. And what surprised her even more, she didn't even mind. Or did she, but was she afraid to tell this girl.

Angela felt the girl was troubled by something, and actually felt sorry for her. She didn't know her, didn't even know where she came from or how much she knew about her. But it seemed she knew a lot more then most people did. Angela squeezed Jessica's hand back. She still didn't dare to look at her, and still couldn't find words to say to her. Angela was really cautious, afraid of being humiliated again. But the sweet words, made her melt, it made her feel something she had never felt.

When Angela saw Jessica move her hand up to her mouth, she followed it with her eyes, saw Jessica kiss her own fingers, and when those fingers touched her own lips moments later, a shiver went through Angela's body. This girl was really hitting on her, and well... She liked it... Angela shook her head. "No.. no... no... Angela, don't go there, you can't she's a girl, you're a grown woman" Angela thought, but nevertheless, her instinct made her kiss Jessica's fingers back. Which caused Angela to blush enormously. She couldn't believe it, she had just answered the girls action, by kissing her fingers back. "I... I... don't know..." Angela stuttered softly, as she looked back at her coffee. "I... I... I am .. such a... loser..." Angela continued. She knew she was a scared woman, who never could stand up for herself. "W... What about J... John... ? He.. He wants to help me..." She continued. "I... I.. could never help you... I.. I mean... I'm of no use... Even...Xianna hates me now..." Angela started to cry softly, not making a sound.

Angela fought with herself, trying to push back the tears, and trying to make a steady voice. She looked up at Jessica, scared and confused. "W... What good... Can... I do..." She sighed, as she again squeezed Jessica's hand, and turned her cup around with her other hand.

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Snowflaik looked at the blushing Xianna, and grinned. "Hey... don't worry girl... I mean... I can see your pathetic mum making up something like that for herself. She's such a loser, you're right, it's probably the closest she can get to having a boyfriend." Snowflaik said, as she put her hand on Xianna's shoulder. "I'm sorry for making you feel bad about it, honestly... It's just you got me so curious." Snowflaik still had tons of questions, but didn't want to make Xianna feel more uncomfortable, so she dropped the subject.

"Yeah.. lets do that. We probably could even get our tats tonight. And if they don't want to, we'll just make them do it anyway." Snowflaik grinned. She knew the tat artist, a bald guy, completely covered in tats himself. And she was sure she could persuade him to give them a tat. She had seen him checking out her ass the other day, so it shouldn't be too hard. But she wasn't going to tell Xianna that.

"Damn... we're too late..." Snowflaik suddenly said, looking at the clock above the school door. "Oh man... not again. Let's go girl...!" Snowflaik started running towards the doors.
 
"Hospital?" Jessica laughed. "I guess you could call it that. Darling, they did so many tests on my head I felt like they'd pulled my spirit out and locked it in a cage. You know what was the worst? Everything I said they made a note of, like I was some kind of mystic sage. They even made me tell them what I was dreaming." She chuckled. "I made up all sorts of shit, just to give them what they wanted. I reckon they're still sifting through the notes now. One of those head doctors is going to publish a book about me, for sure, and get famous."

She smiled, as Jessica, obviously nervously, kissed her fingers. She knew how difficult it was for the older woman to overcome her inhibitions enough to do so in public, and really appreciated it. The fact that Jessica's face was now as red as her hair showed how awkward she felt.

"Loser?" she said, almost in a whisper. "Is that what everyone's been telling you? Angie, babe, it isn't your fault you can't fight. That you get scared of other women." She stroked Angie's red hair, lovingly. "I guess it would be hard, living around here, where you have to be tough just to get by. Other women pick you out as a... a person who isn't very confident, and deliberately pick on you just to make themselves feel good. But listen, sweetie, you have other stuff going for you. I don't need a tough person - shit, I'm stronger and faster and more viscous than any five women who live around here. I want someone pretty, and soft, and loving, and sympathetic... " She ran her hand up Angela's thigh again, smiling. "Someone like you."

And then, when Angie burst into tears Jessica picked up a napkin, and reached across, gently wiping her eyes. "There's no way you can be a loser, beautiful angel, 'cos I don't fall in love with losers. And right now, I'm claiming you as mine. I need you to drive away my nightmares, and I'll protect you from yours. Can my brother do that?"

*****

As Snowflaik broke away and ran, Xianna was forced to follow her, though she did so reluctantly. She had always hated running. Despite being slim, she was not the athletic type, always picked last in team games, and running always made her skirt fly up, which most girls would have taken in their stride, but despite her attempts to portray herself as the new, tough Xianna, she still found it embarrassing. And her uncoordinated running style always made everyone look, and laugh, which was mortifying.

She started the run only a second or two behind, but by the time Snowflaik had reached the entrance, Xianna, despite trying her very hardest, was at least ten seconds behind, sweaty-faced and disheveled, with her hair a mess. She had heard some amused whistles, too, which meant that freaking skirt had flown up. It wasn't fair. Snowflaik chain smoked all day, and ate nothing but junk food, yet was still far fitter than her.

And then, John appeared, just at the wrong moment, when she was looking a total mess. Hastily, she began putting herself to rights, tugging down her top, smoothing her skirt, trying to push her hair into place.

"I need to talk to you, babe," he said, smiling. "At break, OK?"
 
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