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Fox at Bay (Alan23 x Sweetred)

Giving orgasm to another person had always seemed, to Jessica, the ultimate power trip. To control another's bodily and mental responses, to play them like an instrument, control them drive them, was the headiest of rushes to her. For herself, she could take or leave the orgasm... it was the controlling of another that really moved her.

She was content to go on and on, letting Angela build and fall, over and over. Sucking and licking at her clit, three fingers inside her. The inside of Angela's vagina was like velvet, soft and sweet, tasting of piscine honey. Angela was not, of course, a virgin, yet in a very real sense she almost was. It was quite likely, Jessica mused, that Angela's husband had been the only man ever inside her, and that she was the only woman.

Angela's delighted cries, her moaning, the arching of her body, the way her whole form convulsed and bucked, all this was, to Jessica, like the applause a performer receives when playing a toccata. Angela's pleasure was her own. She knew that from this moment on, the redhead was her slave, forever.

And that, for Jessica, was enough. To pleasure and protect her beautiful angel.

She looked down at the sheet under them, stained now with spit, and sweat, and the delightful inner-juices of love, and smiled. This was true control. This was power. Anyone could bully a woman like Angela. But only she, Jessica Chelsea Hartfield, could truly control her.

And finally, when Angela had exhausted herself, and lie back, Jessica cradling her in her arms, gently kissing her, she knew that they both were one.
 
While Angela slowly recovered from the intensity of her orgasm, reality began to sink back into her mind. She was extremely grateful for the pleasure Jessica had given her, but at the same time, she was so very much ashamed, and feeling guilty. Those mixed feelings made her softly starting to cry. She really didn't know what she should do now. She wanted to pay back the pleasure Jessica had given her, but she was just too scared to do so. And on top of that. She had so many questions to herself at that moment, and with each minute that passed, the number of questions she had just grew.

Being a woman who is only used to being bullied and humiliated by other people, of all ages and sex, this was completely new. But it felt like too much to handle at the moment. So all Angela could do was let her tears take over.

"I... I..." Angela tried to find words to apologize, and to express her gratitude, but the words just couldn't be found. She was sniffing softly, while she felt Jessica's arms around her. Just how could she ever repay this. Did this mean she was a lesbian, was this true, or was it a hoax, setup to ultimately humiliate her?

then Angela's eyes went to the clock, hanging on the wall opposite the bed she was lying on, in the arms of her lover. And as if she was stung like a bee, Angela burst up, sitting upright, looking wide eyed at the clock. All things forgotten, or at least pushed aside by just one thing that came into her mind, she screamed "Ohhh GOD Xianna will be home soon... Oh GOD... oh GOD..." She stammered. She couldn't let Xianna find her like this with Jessica, naked and with stains in her sheets and oh... "I have to get dressed... Quick... this is so wrong..." She cried out, as she ran her hand through her hair again, and quickly shot off the bed.

She saw Jessica stay on the bed, and watch her closely, as she started gathering her clothes in panic, and started putting on her dress and fixing it neatly down her legs. "Oh God... where's my panties... " She couldn't find them, and with her pantyhose being torn and bunched up on the floor, she quickly decided to just leave her panties for now. It's just Xianna, and she won't notice, she thought. Then Angela stepped in front of the mirror, and tried to fix her hair up. It just wouldn't stay like it was before, there were a few strands of hair that kept springing back after she had put them right. It only added to her panic, and she just didn't know what to do. Then, she heard the front door downstairs open, and she hissed to Jessica "Please stay here... don't come down... Xianna... my.. my daughter she can't know you're here... Ohh what will she think..." Angela was really panicking as she burst out the bedroom. She forgot to put on her shoes, and was barefoot walking out, with a bright red blush on her face, and forgetting to close the door behind her.

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After school, Snowflaik waited at the sportsfield for Xianna to show up. She had skipped the last hour, because she had still been thinking about the meet up she had had with Xianna's dad. She knew she was going to have to do something about that, and was scared of the man. He had seemed like he meant business.

She was afraid he was going to get mad if she was going to let Xianna get her tat, but at the same time, she was really set on getting one herself. So she just had to think of a way of getting the tat, and making sure Xianna would maybe freak out or something.

"Hey Xi... Over here!" she called out when she saw Xianna approach the sportsfield. She watched the girl walk up to her, and pushed her worries away, giving the girl a smile, as she handed her the cigarette she had just lit.
 
Jessica knew just what a struggle Angela was going through right now. It was obvious the redhead had never had a Lesbian encounter before, and that was a pretty heavy thing for such a shy woman to deal with on its own. To this could be added the fact that she had not "performed" in the sense of giving Jessica an orgasm. Angela had, Jessica knew, suffered enough failures and humiliations in her life, and this was just one more.

Watching Angela's panicked attempts to dress herself and put herself in order would have been quite sweet, had not the older woman been so obviously suffering and upset. Jessica did what she could, zipping up Angela's dress (placing a sweet kiss on her spine just before she pulled the zipper up) and tugging down the hem to shake out the worst of the crumples and wrinkles. Without the spanx and pantyhose, the dress was far too tight, and made Angela's bum stick out comically, not to mention creasing up around her midriff. Jessica decided not to damage Angela's confidence any more by mentioning this!

She lied back on the rumpled bed, a bed that now smelt strongly of... of sex... and lit a cigarette. She noticed Angela had left the door open, which was all to the good, for she was determined to listen to what went on below, to see how her lover handled things. Would Xianna bully her as much as other women, she wondered? And, if so, should she do something to protect her?

*****

Xianna was in two minds as they walked home, and the nearer the two girls got to the Fox house's front door, the more nervous she became, to the extent her tongue was sticking to the roof of her mouth and she felt herself sweating. Even though, for once, she was to be the strong one, the one that was doing the bullying, it didn't alter her shame at having a mother who was so easy to push around. It still, she felt, reflected on her somehow, as if there was a "weakness" gene in the female Fox side.

And when she let herself and Snowflaik in, things were even worse than she'd thought. For once, her mother wasn't wearing hosiery, and. she soon saw, not her spanx either. Which made her dress look ridiculous, far too tight and all crumpled, as if she'd been sleeping in it. Angela kept smoothing it down nervously, she saw, which only made it ride up again and draw attention to how badly-fitting it was. It was so embarrassing to have a mother like this, she thought. And Angela was bare-legged and had no shoes on either. Xianna sighed inside. Had she been bullied by another woman and got runs in her tights? Or even had those ridiculous spanx ripped off and waved around. It would account for Angela's deep red blush, though Xianna knew from past experience that Angela would never admit she'd been bested and humiliated by another woman.

Xianna noted that when Angels saw Snowflaik, she started backing away and shaking, even though she was in her own house - and even though Snowflaik greeted her politely enough, even calling her "Mrs Fox."

"You don't have to call her that, Snowy," she giggled. "You only have to do that with adults. My mum's just a pathetic loser, a kind of child. Angie, Snowy's got something we want you to sign. get on with it, 'cos we've got somewhere we need to be. And for fuck's sake pull your dress down. You look like a sausage with the skin too tight. You're embarrassing me!
 
Angela hunched slightly, when she saw who was accompanying Xianna. The Leary girl, in her house, that couldn't be right. And the harsh words of Xianna, the harsh words about her, they hurt Angela deep in her soul. Angela pulled at the hem of her dress, as she just stood there, facing the two teenagers. One being her own daughter, she could have handled her easily if only that other girl wouldn't have been here too. It was so humiliating to be talked to like that by her own daughter. She tried to ignore the harsh words, but it still didn't make the pain less.

Angela looked at Snowflaik like a scared rabbit looking at a predator. A chill ran down her spine, even though the thought of what had happened just moments before were still on her mind, she felt weak and really didn't know what to do.

"H... Hello... girls..." Angela stuttered, she was trying hard to keep her voice steady as she spoke. "C...Can I uhm... get you uhm... a drink?" She tried to act natural, not wanting the girls to know what had happened in her bedroom earlier. As she walked into the kitchen, not waiting for an answer, she was constantly pulling down the hem of her dress. Taking two glasses from the cabinet above the counter, she stretched out, making the dress move up a little further again. She knew she had to be careful, not wearing any underwear would certainly raise questions from the girls. And she really wouldn't know how to respond to them.

Angela put the glasses on the kitchen counter, and walked over to the fridge, opening it, and taking out a bottle of orange juice, she poured the two glasses full, and handed them to the girls. "W... What do you mean Xianna?" She asked with an unsure tone in her voice. She took the paper from Snowflaik's hands, and started reading through it. As she read it, she felt her heart sink, and her mouth opened up in surprise. "A... a... a... tattoo?" She asked with her tiny voice. "Y... You want me to ssssign an approval for a tattoo?" She looked up at Xianna with anger in her eyes. Was Xianna really trying to make her sign this. What does she think she is doing, Angela thought.

She momentarily forgot Snowflaik standing there as well, and with her focus completely on Xianna, she said "I... I... don't know where you got this idea young lady, but... but... but you don't really expect me to sign this do you?" Her voice was actually more steady then it had been up to now. She was angry with Xianna. All that went through her mind was one single word, Tattoo...

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Snowflaik kept mostly to the background while Xianna was facing her mother. She absolutely didn't have any intention to get between them, and was just observing how Xianna would handle it. It would have been too easy to just step in and rip the older woman's dress off of her. But Snowflaik didn't want to be the bully in this. She wanted the signature, but to her it was more a test to see just how far Xianna would go. Snowflaik did notice something about Angela when she had been walking down the stairs. Something was different, she seemed to be more in doubt then anything, almost like something had happened. And honestly, her face looked the same way her mum's face had looked when she had caught her with her hand in her pants. Could it be... Snowflaik wondered. She couldn't resist a giggle, as she had an image of Angela masturbating upstairs, and her and Xianna interrupting her.

"Uhm... Xi... look, maybe we should do it another time or something?" She whispered to Xianna. She wouldn't mind seeing Angela get humiliated by Xianna, but she just wasn't sure this would be the best moment to push Xianna to confront her mother. Even though it was interesting to see how Angela got mad at Xianna, she saw the woman was scared, but not of Xianna, she was scared of something else, almost as if she was caught doing something she shouldn't have.

"Xi... come on, let's go, leave her to think about it. We can get the signature later... okay?" Snowflaik tried again, as she put a hand on Xianna's shoulder. But she noticed the mother and daughter both were determined to not just let this pass. So she took a step back, and leaned against the doorpost to the kitchen, watching the mother and daughter, and curious to see what it would end up with.
 
"Yes," Xianna replied. Her voice was shaking slightly, but there was no way she was going to back down - not in front of Snowflaik. "I do expect you to sign it, Angie. And right now. And it's no good putting on that strict mother act. I've seen you scurry away from other women too many times. We both know you're just a scared, frightened little wimp." She giggled. "Look at you, standing there, shaking. I know you're terrified of Snowy, never mind her mum. Look at you - you can't even keep that stupid dress from bunching up, never mind control me! And... " Suddenly she noticed something, and broke into helpless laughter. "Hey, haven't you got any knickers on? Is that why your dress is fitting so badly?" She advanced a few paces. "Well, I was going to get Snowy to pull you out in the street and rip your dress off, so the whole neighborhood could see you in your stupid granny-pants, but this would be even better. You sign that form, right now, and hand over the money we need for those tatts - or we'll strip you off and kick you out of here ass-naked!"

She turned to Snowflaik, still giggling. "Look at her blushing, Snowy. She knows she's too much a a weakling to stand up to us. NO, Angie - stop fussing with your dress, and pushing your glasses up. Just get a pen and sign that fucking thing - now!"

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Lying on the bed upstairs, Jessica could hear every word of what was going on below. Angela's rushing around fetching drinks to try and placate the girls, her pathetic attempt to stand up for herself, and now her silence suggesting she was going to back down. Jessica's hands had strayed to her clit, and she was frantically rubbing, really getting off on her lover's humiliation. Of course, she'd step in, but first she was going to see if Angela could do the job herself.
 
Even though Angela saw Snowflaik take a few steps back, she still felt highly intimidated just by the girl's presence. And with Xianna mentioning her in her threat Angela felt an unsettling cold shiver shoot through her. She ran her hand through her hair, as she tried to form her words. She absolutely did not have the intention letting herself get bullied and bossed around by her own daughter. No matter who she decided to bring home with her. She was still her child, she should still have respect for her.

"I... I... I was just about to take a sssshower... when you uhm got home Xianna, so uhm... uhm..." She glanced over at Snowflaik, and then whispered "that's why Im not wearing my panties." Angela felt embarrassed that she had to think of an explanation like that in front of Xianna again, and she didn't want the Leary girl to hear.

Angela swallowed the lump in her throat, and knew she had to stand ground now, or she would loose the little bit of parental advantage she still thought she had over Xianna. Taking two deep breaths, and fixing her eyes on the wall behind Xianna, so she wouldn't have to look her into the face, but it still would look as though she was looking at her, she said "No! I will not have it Xianna!" with the firmest voice she had produced in a long time. Almost like any other woman would tell her daughter. "I will not sign this paper, for you. This has to stop Xianna, this has to stop!" Angela let out a deep sigh after she had repeated her final words. She felt a little bit more confidence that she had dared to say no to Xianna. But then she made the mistake of turning her eyes to where Snowflaik was standing. Snowflaik didn't do anything, didn't move, didn't blink. She just had an innocent little smile on her face. And the minute Angela looked over at Snowflaik, her confidence was gone again. She ran her hand through her hair again, and turned her eyes down, looking at her own bare feet.

"I... I uhm..." Angela cursed at herself, because her confidence had gone again, and she was back to her own nervous self again. "You... you really shouldn't you know... honey?" Angela asked with a trembling voice. It had been so hard to say no to Xianna, and with the realization that Snowflaik was there, it just had to look so pathetic that she got nervous again. She had almost told Xianna to go up to her room, and that she didn't want to see her again today, but while looking at Snowflaik, even if it was only briefly, she remembered she had a visitor in her own room. And if Xianna would see her, it would get worse.

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Snowflaik had been surprised with the outburst of Angela. She had never seen Angela like this, even if it had only been for a few seconds. She was curious to Xianna's reaction, and was thinking of a way to put some more oil on the fire. Just to see where it would end. Surely Xianna's dad wouldn't mind her trying to pry a little more in the already tensed relationship between the mother and daughter. But no way Snowflaik would interfere herself. The fight between the two Foxes was the best she had seen so far.

Snowflaik took a few steps forward to Xianna, and whispered into her ear "I think your mum has been having some fun with herself just before we came in Xi. That's why she's not wearing her hose, she wasn't going to take a shower" Snowflaik was grinning when she whispered it into Xianna's ear, and her eyes were watching Angela closely. She was sure the older woman heard what she said, and she loved the look on Angela's face. Snowflaik knew she was absolutely right. The guilty look Angela got on her face gave her away instantly.
 
"Oh yeah. I bet that's it," agreed Xianna, joyfully. "Angie, even someone as stupid as you doesn't take their pants off before their dress when they shower." She nudged her friend. "Look at her blushing, Snowy. What was it then, Angie? Who were you thinking about. My John? 'cos trust me, he's junked you and he isn't changing his mind. That guy down the baker's, that makes you go all blushy and giggly every time he talks to you? Dad? No, surely not." She turned back to Snowflaik. "Anyway, the fact that she's been doing a bit of gusset typing doesn't stop her using a pen, does it?"

Just for a moment, she had felt her resolve weaken. When Angela had defied her, refused to sign, it had seemed they'd reached an impasse. But Snowflaik's remark had given them back the advantage, deflated her mother's confidence, reduced her back to the helpless, blushing, ineffectual loser she had always been. Angela was smoothing at her dress again, fussing with her hair, adjusting her glasses, doing all the signs she did when she was frightened. And her face was so red it looked as if it were about to explode.

She held out a biro she had taken from her school bag. "OK, Angie, your last chance. You sign, right here, right now, or it's outside naked, with you. Sure, you can huff and puff and say stuff has got to stop. But only a proper mother has the right to say that. And proper mothers don't let their kids get bullied. You lost the right to respect all those times you failed to protect me."

She smiled grimly.

"I'll count to five."

"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"Four."

"Four and a half," came from the door to the stairs.

The necks of all three inhabitants of the room swiveled towards the direction of the newcomer.

"I think, Xianna," said Jessica, calmly, leaning on the door frame and confidently drawing on a cigarette, "that you're losing respect for your mother. Angie can't help it that she's not very good at standing up for herself. Me, I think that's kinda sexy."

She ground out the cigarette and locked eyes with her.

"But you see, Xianna, not every woman's as easy to intimidate as your mother. Not by a long way."

"Who... who are... who..." stuttered Xianna, frantically.

"You don't see a certain family resemblance?" laughed Jessica. "Look closely."

"But... John?" whispered Xianna, helplessly. "You... you're John's... ?"

"Yep. Jessica's the name. John's big sister. Except he's a lot nicer than me. The only laws he breaks are school rules. Me... oh, try GBH, attempted murder. Assault with a deadly weapon." She advanced a few paces upon Xianna who frantically scuttled behind Snowflaik for safety.

"Oh, I don't think there's any security there," Jessica laughed. "I think your feral little friend and I both know she'd be out of her league tangling with me. I'm half tempted to put you both over my knee and spank you. Or maybe even do what you threatened to do with Xianna's mother, and strip you naked and kick you out. So..." she cracked her knuckles. "How do you feel about the two of you taking me on? Hard enough, are we? Up for it?"

"Go on Snowy," urged Xianna, from her position of safety. "Trash her."

Jessica took a few steps forward, her eyes blazing. Xianna and Snowflaik scuttled towards the far wall, putting as much distance between themselves and her as they possibly could. Jessica laughed.

"Wise. Very wise. No, they'll be no signing release forms today, or any other. And no more disrespect. Angela's a beautiful woman, and you call her 'mother, or 'Mrs Fox,' respectively. Is that understood?"

"Get her, Snowy," urged Xianna, but without much confidence. "You can take her."

"Oh yes, Snowy," chuckled Jessica. "Take her. Tell you what..." she thrust her right hand into the back of her jeans. "Just for the shits and giggles, I'll take you on one-handed. First one to cry off loses. Feeling lucky, Snowdrop, or whatever your name is?"

"Go on, Snow," persisted Xianna, feeling as humiliated at being let down by her friend and protector as she used to when her mother had similarly embarrassed them both. "You can do it."

"You know," said Jessica, softly, placing her other arm around Angela. "I think your friend's sensible enough to hold a different opinion, there."
 
Angela was blushing heavily, Xianna was right, the excuse she had given was a lame excuse. But it was the best excuse she could have come up with. It did however, make her black out completely. How should she react on that. She really didn't know what else to say. Would Xianna really go that far... Would she really want to humiliate her own mother that badly. Angela didn't know. But she knew that the presence of Snowflaik did something to Xianna. Almost as if she was trying to impress Snowflaik Show off what she could do to her own mother. Though what struck Angela most, was the way Snowflaik kept low. stood back. Even though she had thrown a little oil on the fire by suggesting to Xianna she had been masturbating. Just as long as she didn't know or find out about the girl lying on her bed upstairs.

Shaking her head at Xianna's suggestions, she just stood there. And then, when Xianna started her countdown, she reacted differently on each count...

At one, Angela ran a hand through her hair nervously, as she was biting her own lip.
At two, She pulled down her dress, which had hunched up slightly again, and was still biting her lip
At three, she stared down at her feet wishing she was somewhere else. And she was still biting her lip
At four, Angela shuffled her feet nervouslly, as she pushed back her glasses, and slowly tilted her head up towards Xianna. Looking straight at her daughters face. The harshness in her eyes hurt badly. And made her bite down on her lip even harder. By then she could taste the blood from her lip in her mouth. She turned around and took a towel from the towel-rack hanging on the fridge. As she brought the towel up to her mouth, to wipe off the blood she had on her lips, she heard Jessica's voice, and as if she was struck by lightning, she turned her head towards the door.

At the same time, she wished she could just disappear. That was the last thing she had wished for. Now what would Xianna think. Angela felt terrible, See, this was what it all came down to. This was their little setup all along. It had to be. She had always known it. In the end everybody would hate her, and want to humiliate her. As the other 3 were talking together, Angela made herself smaller, and snuck slowly towards the backdoor. She just couldn't stay here for this type of humiliation. And didn't care what people would say who would pass her when she was outside. She just wanted to leave it behind her.

When Jessica put her arm around her, Angela almost jumped up. Not having seen it coming, she looked at her side and saw the harsh look on Jessica's face. She got scared from it, just like the other two girls.

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Snowflaik had recognized Jessica the minute she had seen her. She knew the storied about this girl. She was crazy. Dangerous and crazy, and certainly not someone to pick a fight with. Apparantly, she had once cut a girl her own age, with a piece of glass, simply because the girl had accidentally bumped into her. She was even worse then her brother, John. And Snowflaik didn't want or need problems with either of them. If you picked a fight with one of the Hartfields, you were bound to get the whole family on your back. Snowflaik would bet that not even her own mother would want to cross paths with her.

With Xianna trembling behind her back, and Xianna's hands on her upper arms, Snowflaik's eyes were fixed on Jessica. She was watching every move closely, and was really scared of her. "Shut up Xi... just shut it. okay" She hissed back at Xianna, who was urging her to take on Jessica.

"You take her on yourself. you don't know her. I do. And trust me... you don't want to fight her. Let's just go okay ?" Snowflaik asked nervously at Xianna. She didn't care about her reputation at the moment. She did care for her own well-being, and that certainly did not include standing up to Jessica Hartfield. Not now, not ever. And she didn't care if Xianna was going to join her or not.

Snowflaik slowly shuffled towards the hallway, to the front door, as she said "I uhh... I gotta go... bye uh Miss Fox..." And out the door she was. Taking a deep breath...
 
"And then," said Jessica, softly, "there were three."

Xianna's mouth fell open. Snowflaik's behavior had truly astonished her. Snowflaik Leary, the toughest girl in the school - the one she relied upon to protect her - had just scuttled away, her tail between her legs. Weirdly, Xianna felt just as embarrassed as when her mother had been faced down in similar circumstances. As if the one she relied upon to defend her had revealed themselves unable to do so.

"She... she's not frightened of you," she got out, at last. "It's just... she... she told me earlier, there's somewhere she has to be. She... "

"She's shit scared of me," Jessica laughed, lighting a cigarette and offering the pack to Xianna - who was too terrified to accept. "She's a wise girl. You'd have to be a moron - or packing some kind of serious firearm - not to be." What was the scariest thing of all was that it was said quite matter-of-factly, with no attempt to boast or bluster. Jessica knew she was speaking the truth, and that there was no contradicting it. "See, Xianna, she's a girl of the streets. She's got an instinct tells her when she's out of her league. And taking me on - " she grinned. "Let's just say she doesn't want to even think about doing that."

"But... you... look, just who are you?" Xianna persisted.

"Jessica Hartfield. Didn't I say?"

"Yes, but... I... I mean, what are you doing here? What... what gives you the right to... ?"

"To have things my way, just because I'm stronger than you?" laughed Jessica. "I seem to remember that a minute or so ago, you had no problems with that philosophy whatsoever. When you were prepared to humiliate and intimidate your mother. And, sadly, you didn't even have the guts to do it yourself. You had to have your little friend as back up. So..." she took another deep drag on her cigarette. "So, let me explain things, eh? There will be no tattoos for you and your little friend. No treating your mother like dirt. No trying to bully other people. Not unless you want to displease me. And trust me, Xianna, that's not a thing I'd advise. No making fun of your mother, because she wears silly panties, or her dress is riding up. Or because she can't fight. And to you, it's 'mother,' or 'mum,' not 'Angie.' Now - is there anything I've said you haven't understood?"

"But... I... "

"Is there anything," Jessica repeated "you haven't understood."

"No," whispered Xianna, in a small, defeated voice.

"No what?"

"No, Jessica."

"Good start. Now, the next step is to smarted yourself up a bit. Pull those socks up."

Xianna blushed. Like her mother, she had thin legs and her socks were forever falling down, one of the many sources of embarrassment she faced during a school day. She quickly bent and pulled up the sagging items.

"And tuck that blouse in. Now."

Xianna's blush deepened. Being a shy, modest girl, she hated tucking her blouse in in front of people. But the look in Jessica's eyes gave her no choice. She hastily tidied herself as best she could.

"And now, apologize to your mother."

"Hey? But... hey, hang on..."

"Xianna?" asked Jessica softly. "Are you sure you want to defy me?"

Xianna bit her lip.

"I'm sorry... mother," she whispered.

"Yes, not bad. OK, it's time to eat. Get out into that kitchen. Get us some dinner. Your mother has had a hard day, and needs to put her lovely feet up. Foot massage, Angie babe?"
 
Angela was completely dumbfounded. That was the first time, she had seen anyone walk out the door that fast. The girl had almost tripped over her own feet, that's how much in a hurry she had been. And now, it was just Xianna left. The look on her face, seemed desperate. She had most likely never expected Snowflaik to get out in this much hurry. And her excuse was lame, just as lame as her own excuse had been earlier.

Angela felt more and more sorry for Xianna. The way she was stood up by Snowflaik, the way she was put in her place by Jessica. Sure it was good to see Xianna decently dressed again, and with her socks pulled up. And show respect to her. But the look on Xianna's face, hurt. She felt she had to do something not to completely loose everything. Angela was still terribly scared that it was all a setup, and that any minute something would happen, which would show that everything had been a hoax. And if there was something she could do about it, it would probably have to be right now.

In Angela's mind it all seemed so simple. She would just tell Jessica to stop talking like that to her daughter. That she didn't have the right to talk to Xianna like that. But when Angela spoke, every word seemed to change the minute it left her mouth.

"Y... You... " Angela started off, while she pushed her glasses back on her nose. "I... I ... I mean... She... She can't help it... Jessica... Ho..Honest... X...Xianna is a good girl... We're uhm... just uhm... fooling around..." She continued, "Sshhee she doesn't mean... it like that... you know..." It took Angela a long time to get the words out, and they weren't what she had formed in her mind, but still. She thought, it made clear that she would never let her own daughter take a fall like that. She knew she couldn't protect Xianna the way she should and the way she wished.

Then Angela realized the position she was in. On one hand she didn't want her daughter to suffer, and on the other hand, she didn't want to upset Jessica. She knew that getting on the bad side of Jessica would absolutely be a problem. And not just for her, but for Xianna as well.

Angela was shuffling her bare foot over the tiled floor, as she just stood there, not daring to look either Jessica or Xianna in the face. she was staring at her feet, as they drew circles on the floor. With her hands plucking at the hem of her dress, and her glasses slowly sliding down her nose again.

" I... I'll help Xianna... with dinner... if... if that's uhm okay with you uhm Jessica..." Angela finally said.

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The minute Snowflaik was outside, she looked to see if Xianna had taken her advice and had followed her outside. When she didn't see Xianna follow her, she felt stupid. "Damn I should have just dragged her out." she said thinking out loud. She looked at the front door, and saw that it was still ajar. She thought about her option, going back up and listen at the door, or just leave and let Xianna just handle it herself.

The decision wasn't really one she liked to make. But with Xianna's dad in her mind, she knew she could use more information. So she walked back up to the door, and pushed it open a little further. Peeking inside, she could make out Xianna, and Jessica. The latter standing with her back to her. She heard the excuses, and tried to draw the attention of Xianna. She wanted to get Xianna out of there, at leas for a while, so she could have a talk with her.

Sure Snowflaik was scared of Jessica. Any girl that knew about her reputation would be. And when it seemed Xianna didn't notice her trying to get her attention, Snowflaik thought about what other options she had.
 
"No, Angie Babe," Jessica replied. "You've had a long exhausting day." She had to force herself not to smile at the way Angela blushed up at the double-meaning of that. "You don't mind, do you, Xi?"

"N-No, of course not," spat out Xianna, though she did mind, very much, being ordered around by some total stranger. Things were back to square one, she reflected, sadly. Another person told her what to do, and she had no alternative but to do it. And her mother made a token attempt to defend her and then backed down. Except that now, her other protector, in whom she'd had a lot more faith, had also fled humiliatingly from the field. She retreated to the kitchen, where she began to unthaw the shepherd's pie from a few days before.

Oh, if only she could fight, could defend herself. She'd have told Jessica Hartfield to get fucked, defied her totally. After all, this was her own house! Well, she corrected herself, her mother's, at least. Even the Leary's had never gone so far as to bully her actually on her own territory.

And there was nowhere she could turn to help. John was Jessica's brother, and would back her in everything. Angela was just too weak and useless to defend herself, never mind anyone else. And even Snowflaik seemed to be frightened of Jessica.

"It gives us a chance to be alone," laughed Jessica, back in the lounge. She lifted Angela onto her lap, and began kissing her. Angela blushed again but, as Jessica had already learned was the norm, made no attempt to resist. Not that she was anything like strong enough even if she'd tried. The action of lifting her caused Angela's skirt to ride up again, and though she quickly pulled it down, the brief sight of her long, thin legs sent Jessica's heart racing!
 
Angela was struggling hard with her mixed feelings. It was like being in a rollercoaster, her mind was a complete mess. Jessica's kisses made her heart pound harder in her chest, the girl unleashed something inside Angela, which was completely unfamiliar to her. It wasn't just the orgasm Jessica had given her earlier, it was also the way she had intervened when Xianna had threatened to send her out in the street completely naked. Jessica had seemed genuine in her promise to protect her from any humiliation anyone would try. But at the same time, Angela felt sorry for Xianna, she knew what it had to feel like, when Snowflaik had ran off on Xianna. The young girl had seemed to be really scared of Jessica, and even though Angela had cheered in her mind when the girl had left in such a hurry, there had to be a reason which scared Angela even more. What had Angela gotten herself into this time? She was determined to find out.

The kisses Jessica was giving her, made Angela feel herself getting warm again. Her cheeks were blushing, and her hands were entwined on Jessica's back. But her fingers were nervously tapping on her locked hands. She tried to find the right words in her mind, to ask Jessica.

"J... Jessica...?" Angela started off hesitatingly, while Jessica was covering her face with soft and loving kisses. "I... Is it true? I... I... I mean... about the uhm... attempted mu...murder ?" She continued. The minute Angela had asked the question, she regretted asking it. She didn't know what the reaction would be, what if Jessica would get mad at her for asking. "I uhm... I... You don't have to uhm answer if I uhm... if it's too uhm personal..." She tried to save the situation. Her face was red with shame, and inside she was cursing at herself for asking.

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Snowflaik had been peeking in through the open door, and had overheard the whole conversation. She felt bad for bailing out on Xianna. But it had been the only thing she could do. If she would have stayed, she was sure Jessica would have come after her. She knew Jessica was bad news, and her being involved into this family could only mean bad things. Snowflaik took her phone from her pocket, and went through the numbers she had listed. She lingered for a moment at the number of the man who had said he was Xianna's dad. Maybe he could do something. But then she remembered the conversation, and she wasn't completely sure yet if this was something she should tell him. What if anyone would find out she had talked. It would cause her more problems then she ever could handle. She was sure of that.

Instead, she scrolled further, until she reached Xianna's number. She lingered again for a moment, when she saw Angela and Jessica leave the kitchen and enter the lounge. She duck away, making sure she wasn't seen. She knew there were drapes on the back window, and with Xianna in the kitchen, there might be an option to talk to her.

She started typing a message. "Xi... be careful with Jessica, don't piss her off, she's dangerous. really dangerous. We need to talk about it I can explain, sorry for bailing on you" And then clicked send.
 
Jessica could tell how hard it was for Angela to ask the question about her attempted murder charge. She could have explained that it came about in the place euphemistically called a "rest home,' though others would have referred to it as a "loony bin." A girl there had persistently tormented another, to the extent the victim had felt suicidal. One day, Jessica had intervened on her behalf, the other girl had pulled a knife she'd stolen from the kitchen. Jessica had taken it from her in a struggle, then slashed her about the face with it. The charge had started off as Attempted Murder, then been commuted to GBH after the home's staff's accounts of the incident had been recorded. But Jessica didn't feel like dragging up those memories just now.

"Yes," she said, succinctly. "It's true."

And she went back to kissing Angela and stroking her hair, now and then letting her hands stray to her breasts, with their nipples standing out so proudly under the too-tight dress.

*****

Out in the kitchen, Xianna was steaming with resentment. She had nearly finished the dinner, and wondered if this was how life was to be from now on. Having to wait on her mother and this other... interloper. Doing household chores like a little kid!

When her phone buzzed with the incoming message, and she saw it was from Snowflaik, she was half inclined to trash it unread. After all, Snowflaik had let her down just as much as her mother had, and totally failed to protect her when she needed it. But as her hand hovered over the "delete" key two thoughts flashed into her head. The first was that if she offended Snowflaik, things would go back as they were before, with Snowy bullying her non stop. Jessica might be willing to protect Angela, she reasoned, but not her daughter.

The other thing was that even if Snowflaik was scared of Jessica, she was at least an ally. And since she couldn't go to John about this issue (he'd only take Jessica's side,) Snowflaik was the only friend she had.

"Come to the back door that leads into the kitchen," she texted back. "I'll slip out and we can talk."

She went to the door in question and waited.
 
Angela was staring at the hands that were fondling with her breasts. Jessica had not gotten mad at her for asking, but the short answer had not been what Angela had wanted to hear. Deep down inside she had known it would be true, but still. Hearing someone admit an attempted murder to you, was still scary enough.

Angela was deep in thoughts, and actually wanted to ask more about it, but the short answer she had gotten gave her the feeling that Jessica didn't want to talk about it. And Angela didn't dare to ask more. So instead, she decided to change the subject, after a few minutes of silent staring at her own chest and thinking what to say next, she finally dared to look up at Jessica again, and with her mind settled down a little, she ran a hand through Jessica's hair. She knew she had to ask again, and find out more, but not at this time.

"Uhm... J...Jessica..." Angela started off. "Uhm... I... I am uhm sure you uhm m...mean well... But uhm... well... Xianna, is uhm right... you know... I mean uhm... I have uhm failed her... uhm as a mother... and uhm... I uhm have to make up to her... Uhm I love her so much you know... And... and... well.. Please uhm don't uhm be too hard on her... She uhm she's just a kid you know..." Angela asked. And then, out of the blue, she bend forward, and pressed her lips on Jessica's forehead. Responding to the kisses Jessica had laid upon her, she kissed Jessica's forehead.

Then Angela continued "Uhm and... uhm.. t...thank you... for uhm... for... earlier... uhm you know..." Angela was blushing heavily. "I uhm... I..." She just didn't know what to say anymore. Wanted to tell Jessica that she had never felt so good, that it had been the best sex she had ever had, but experiencing it was one thing, which was already strange, especially with Jessica being a woman too, but speaking it out loud was too hard... But she wanted to give back something...

Angela looked at the door leading to the hallway, which was slightly ajar, and she was scared of getting caught by Xianna, but without really thinking about it, he own hand gently went between her and Jessica, and cupped Jessica's breast, while she slowly turned her head back to Jessica, and gave her a faint little blushing smile.

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Snowflaik heard the beeps of her phone, and quickly read the message. Then she quickly ran out of the front yard, and to the small alley a few houses down. Running through the alley, until she reached the back gate to the backyard of the Fox home, she tried the gate, which was still locked. Looking around, she saw the same container she had fallen off of the week before, and pushed it up against the gate. She quickly climbed on top, and peeked over the top of the fence.

She could see the curtains to the living room were closed, and saw Xianna standing at the back door in the kitchen. Xianna had an annoyed and disappointed look on her face. And Snowflaik knew it was because she had ran out on her.

She jumped over the fence, as quietly as possible, and then carefully walked to the back door. As she reached for the door handle to open the door, Xianna pushed the door slightly open. Through the small opening in the door, Snowflaik said "Look... You don't know her... Not like I do... She's bad news... she's like a lunatic... She... She... you have to be careful around her Xianna... Really you do... Last thing I heard she was in jail, or some sort of nut house down South. She's killed someone with her bare hands you know... She... She's mad...
 
It was interesting to Jessica to see how Angela was reacting. She was obviously, in her ineffectual and cowardly way, trying to stand up for her daughter and protect her. And as if the poor woman did not have enough handicaps, she was also stymied by the fact that she was trying to defend her against someone to whom she was sexually attracted.

For Jessica was in no doubt - the time in the bedroom earlier would not be the last time. It was not an experiment, or a single episode in which Angela had become carried away. She had obviously enjoyed it, far more than she ever had with a man. And the way that Angela was responding now, shyly and hesitantly, yet in a way that left no doubt as to her feelings, made it clear that she was as determined to go along with this as Jessica was. She had obviously accepted she would be the less dominant one in the relationship, despite being older, but then, Jessica thought, wryly, she had had plenty of practice at that throughout her life.

"I won't hurt her, love," she replied. "It's only if she speaks to you without respect that I'll come down on her. I know it's humiliating enough for you to be bullied by other women, but for your own daughter to do it is ten times worse. But I don't blame her. She's been persecuted so much herself, because the other kinds know you can't protect her, and she resents it. As soon as she starts treating you decently, she'll be fine."

She stroked Angela's hair and kissed her again. "Sorry, darling, I know it's embarrassing for you to have to talk about you not being very good at standing up for yourself. But it doesn't stop me loving you!"

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Xianna stood with her hands on her hips as Snowflaik appeared. "Huh!" she growled. "So much for you protecting me. First sign of trouble and you run away like a scared rabbit. You're no better than my mother." Of course, this line was just as embarrassing for herself as Snowflaik, since it lampshaded how she had tor ely on a younger girl to protect her, but it wasn't very often she got the chance to call someone else a coward (except for Angela, of course), and at some deep level her mind wanted her to take advantage of it.

"So what do you mean, a lunatic? I mean, John said something about her being committed, but... like, will she harm me? Harm mum?"
 
Angela felt somewhat more relaxed now that she had made sure that Xianna wouldn't be harmed or bothered by Jessica. She knew that Xianna had lost all respect for her she had left. Which was only a little. And she knew that Jessica would now force Xianna to be respectful towards her. But what would Jessica do if Xianna wouldn't improve her attitude. How long would it be before Jessica would think it had been enough. And what will she do then... This is after all, a woman who had been charged with murder.

The thoughts alone, made Angela almost hyperventilate. She was breathing heavier then before, and felt her muscles stiffen under the thoughts she was having. She didn't want Jessica to hurt Xianna, she didn't want anyone to hurt Xianna. But she hadn't been able to protect Xianna from the bullies at school, so how on earth was she going to be able to protect her from Jessica. That would be impossible. Angela knew she would never be able to stand up against Jessica. If Jessica would tell her to jump, she'd jump, without even asking why. It was being scared of Jessica, but it was also the natural way she felt towards Jessica. The natural submissiveness Angela had had to her husband in a distant past, was now directed towards Jessica.

Jessica had done so much for her, protected her from those dreadful kids in the alley, protected her from the people at the coffee shop, and more important, she had given her an orgasm like she had never had before. And it actually had been the first orgasm she had had that she hadn't given herself. She wanted to repay all those things. She did enjoy Jessica's attention, and Jessica's presence. And she didn't want to look too far forward. Her husband had been sweet to her too, but had grown tired and disgusted with her. What is Jessica would start to find her tiring and disgusting too. What would Jessica then do. Angela knew she shouldn't think about those sorts of things, but she couldn't help it.

"J...Jessica?" Angela asked while her hand had dropped to her own lap again. "C... Can... I ask you another q...q...question please?" She continued, as she let her eyes wander to Jessica's face, and locked on to Jessica's eyes. Not waiting for approval, Angela asked "W... What can... I do... to... to... thank you?"

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A little annoyed, Snowflaik responded "Come on Xianna, what don't you get? You heard her didn't you? I mean, attempted murder? possession of weapons? And besides that, I've heard stories about her on the street. Most people that know her are too scared to even talk about her. So yes... If you keep challenging her like you did earlier, she is trouble."

To emphasize, Snwoflaik said "Believe me, I know I haven't always been nice to you, but that was just playing games compared to what Jessica can do. You say John called her committed, well, if she is committed, then it is to your mum. I mean, your mum is sitting on her lap right now. And believe me, the blushing your mum did wasn't just from shame... "

Snowflaik watched closely at the reaction Xianna would give. But at the same time, she was carefully watching past Xianna, to the door. So she could duck away, or run away as soon as she would see Jessica there again.
 
Xianna gave a quick double-take at Snowflaik's statement. At first, she thought she had just made up the story to try and distract from the discussion about her cowardice. Xianna herself had tried this tactic many times, and she'd seen her mother do so even more. The word "bullshit" was on her lips, until Snowflaik actually went towards the door and opened it the tiniest crack.

And then, she felt like fainting!

Everything Snowflaik had said was true. There was her mother, sitting on Jessica's lap, her skirt riding up towards her waist (though typical of mum, she was still trying to pull it down, and failing,) and her face bright red.

It wasn't so much her mother being a Lesbian that was the issue. In fact, to her shame (though she would never have admitted it) Xianna had found herself subconsciously having similar thoughts about Snowflaik, recently. In fact, if she could have been sure that Angela was a willing partner, she would have been fine with it. Her worry was that this was yet another case of her mother being bullied by another woman into doing whatever she was told. It was embarrassing enough that other women could intimidate one's mother into surrendering parking spaces, running away and other things. But even Mrs Leary had never actually forced Angela to let them into the house and make love to them.

And yet, Angela didn't seem as if she was being forced. Sure, she was nervous and shaking, and blushing, but Angela was always like that.

The secondary worry of the situation then struck Xianna. If her mother and Jessica Hartfield truly were lovers, then that meant she'd have Jessica telling her what to do. And there was no way her mother or Snowflaik could protect her - Jessica was much stronger than both of them.

*****

"To thank me, you beautiful, silly thing," Jessica laughed, kissing her again. "No need - just be as beautiful and loving as this is all." She thought for a moment. "Hang on though, there is maybe one thing. How about you tell Xianna about us - I mean, you'll have to eventually. And..." she lowered her voice to a whisper. " ...in any case she's peeping through the door."

Jessica's senses and observations were as sharp as several tacks - she had picked what was going on immediately. She could even hear Xianna's breathing!
 
"S... She... She's what?" Angela replied in shock as she turned her head to the door. She was just in time, to notice something moving on the other side of the door through the crack. She realized it could only mean one thing. Xianna had been spying on them.

It made Angela jump off Jessica's lap as if she was bitten. She just stood there, her eyes fixed on the door, her face red with shame and nervousness and with two hands pulling down her dress. At that moment, she just wished she could just disappear right there at that moment. Just how long had Xianna been standing there watching them? What would she think of it. For sure there was no way Angela could make up an excuse to hide the fact that she had been sitting on Jessica's lap. Another woman... and one that was so much younger then she herself was...

What should she do now... She really didn't know. Turning her head towards Jessica, she wasn't even sure what was happening herself. What would she need to tell Xianna. And why would she want to tell Xianna if she didn't even know what was happening herself. But she also knew she had to tell Xianna at least something, since she had just witnessed her mother sitting on the lap of another girl. Xianna had to be at least as confused about what she had just seen as Angela felt herself.

Slowly Angela started to walk towards the door. Unconsciously she ran her hand through her hair, as she tried to straighten it. After two steps, Angela stopped again, turned her head, looking at Jessica again. while she tugged on her dress desperately trying to straighten it. Her eyes met Jessica's as she just stood there. As soon as she saw Jessica was looking at her, she turned her head back to the door again, and took another two hesitating steps towards it as she took an earring between her fingers, and fumbled with it. She was only two steps away from the door now, and again turned her head towards Jessica, as she felt her nerves making her arms tremble. Again her eyes crossed Jessica's gaze at her, and made Angela look down at the floor in front of Jessica.

"Uhm... I... uhm... I don't know... uhm what to tell her... " Angela stuttered in a soft voice. She was scared and really didn't want to face Xianna right now. Afraid of her daughter's reaction, and on top, the reaction Jessica would give on Xianna's reaction. The last thing Angela wanted right now, was them having a fight or an argument. It had been difficult enough when Jessica had put Xianna straight earlier.

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Snowflaik was watching from the back door as Xianna was peeking into the other room through the crack in the door. She was amused at the reaction when she saw the shock on Xianna's face. It was very tempting for Snowflaik not to walk in and peek inside together with Xianna. But would she dare to? What if Jessica caught her snooping in and being nosy. Knowing Jessica, she wouldn't be too kind on her.

But still Snowflaik was so damn curious, she just couldn't resist, when she saw the shock on Xianna's face, so she opened the backdoor a little further and tiptoed inside, towards Xianna. When Xianna looked her way, she put her finger to her mouth, to indicate that Xianna had to stay quiet. When she reached the door, and got on her knees, so she could peek in just like Xianna was doing while she was standing over her. Snowflaik was just in time to see Angela get up off Jessica's lap and slowly start towards the door.
 
It must, Jessica thought to herself, be really terrible to be like Angela. To be constantly worried about what other people thought, forever in fear of displeasing someone or other and risking them taking it out on you. How Angela stood it, she had no idea. She felt so sorry for both mother and daughter - the humiliation of being known as the neighborhood weaklings must have so spoiled their lives. She watched as both generations of Fox women confronted each other, both crimson-faced, and Angela still tugging at her dress trying to straighten it, though it had become so rumpled that this was a forlorn hope.

"Never mind," Jessica said. "I'll tell her." She turned towards Xianna. "I'll put it as bluntly as I can, Xianna. Your mother and I are now an item. Any problems with that?"

"Hey! You're being unfair!" Xianna retorted, sharply.

"Well, you'd better get used to it," Jessica replied. "Your mother's as entitled to have someone in her life as anyone else. You've got John, haven't you? This is the modern age, and it's perfectly legal. You'll just have to -"

And what Xianna said next was so totally unexpected that even Jessica's jaw dropped.

"I didn't say that you and her being an item was unfair," she snapped, shaking and obviously frightened, but determined to make her point. "It's the way you... you fucking said it! Automatically assuming I'm against it. F-F-For your information, Jessica Hartfield, I'm totally on board with my mother having someone. And if she's h-happy with that person, I don't give a damn about their gender. Like you say, this is the modern age. It's the way you told me, as if you were looking for a fight. Couldn't you just have told me calmly, and then seen what I thought about it? You tell me I should treat my mother with respect. Well, how about showing some to me, too?"

Jessica reddened slightly - the nearest she had been to a blush for many years. She had to admit that Xianna had a point.

"And while we're on the subject of you telling me things," Xianna continued, "You don't have any right to order me around, and talk as if you were my... my owner. I'm fine with you being my mother's lover, but not my father... or... or other mother, whatever the proper word is. I'm in my own house, and if my friends visit, I'm entitled for them to be treated politely. And I'm also entitled for you not to be able to order me to cook for you."

She glared at Angela, who was shaking and blushing. Then back to Jessica.

"We both know my mother's not strong enough to stand up to you, and that's for you to sort out between you, I guess. B-B-But I'm sick of being bullied. Snowflaik's my friend, and I've invited her to dinner, which is about ready, by the way. If you want us to get on, if you want me to respect you, then show me some respect too."

Jessica bit her lip. In fact, rather than being offended, she found herself actually admiring Xianna. Standing up for your rights was easy enough, when you knew you could fight like a hell cat! To do so against someone who you knew could easily hurt you took a far greater degree of courage. In short, Xianna Fox was starting to find herself.

"Yes, Xianna, you're quite right," she replied. "I apologize. And I greatly appreciate you cooking dinner. Trust me, you'll get respect from me, as long as you show it to Angela and myself."
 
"Y... You're okay with it?" Angela asked surprised at Xianna, as she stood there, her eyes wide open, staring at her own daughter, who had just stated that she had absolutely no objections to her being involved with another woman. "Y... You know what it uhm... means right?" Angela didn't know what to think. Xianna seemed to be further in her acceptance then Angela seemed to be herself.

Of course Angela knew that xianna knew what is meant. But she was too surprised and really didn't know whether she should be happy or not. If Xianna approved, it would mean she wouldn't be able to base her decision on her opinion. But of course, how much of a decision would she dare to make anyway. And hadn't she already made her decision earlier, when she had let Jessica into her room.

The thought on what had happened in the bedroom alone, sent a shiver down her spine.

The minute Xianna turned to face her, Angela dropped her gaze, and stared at her own feet. She realized she was being talked about by Xianna, as if she wasn't there, which actually made her feel humiliated. But she didn't know what to say. It was almost like the child remains silent, while the grown-ups discuss the terms. All Angela did, was stand there, her hands fumbling with her dress, an occasional hand that ran through her hair, and her eyes staring at the floor. Afraid as she was to look at either of the girls in the room.

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Snowflaik felt caught when she knew Jessica had seen her. she knew this had absolutely nothing to do with her, but she was still curious enough not to sneak out the backdoor again.

The minute Xianna started with her responses to Jessica, Snowflaik noticed the change in the girls' demeanour. Almost as if she was feeling more confident then ever. And Snowflaik was really impressed with her words and the steadiness with which she said them.

Then when she noticed Jessica had to blush, she knew she was witnessing something nobody would have expected to happen. If John would have been here, he would have had the same reaction she had at that moment. Utter surprise at the attitude Xianna was displaying. Adn of course Jessica couldn't bring anything in against it.

"Look uhm... if it's uhm too much of a bother, don't worry... I'll go home and have dinner with my mum instead. I don't want to be a burden. " Snowflaik said when she heard Xianna tell Jessica that she expected her to stay for dinner.

Oh just wait, till her friends heard about Xianna standing up against Jessica Hartfield. That would definitely be the turning point. It would add so much credits to Xianna's position, she couldn't even imagine. And Snowflaik knew that Xianna wasn't even aware of what she was doing.

"But uhm... if you won't object Miss Fox, I'd love to stay for dinner. " Snowflaik answered, just out of sheer curiosity
 
"...so after you left," Xianna told Snowflaik, as the two girls walked to school together, the next day, "I went up to my room and watched TV. But I could hear them laughing and giggling downstairs. It was a bit of a pain really, 'cos I'd left my phone in the lounge, but I didn't want to go down and risk catching them groping each other - like, that would have been so embarrassing for all three of us, y'know?

"So, anyway, I heard them come up to bed at about ten. Mum was giggling like mad, and I heard Jessica say something about her still blushing, mum I mean, not herself, and how cute it was. Then I could hear... you know, noises. Like... I mean, that's my mum! I just put the pillow over my head and tried to sleep, and in the end I had to put my iPod on and turn the volume right up! I mean, you don;t want to hear stuff coming from your mum's room, right?"

In fact, Xianna had not actually listened to music all night. She had started off using the tactic she'd described, and eventually managed to fall asleep. But after a few hours she'd woken up and heard even more noises coming from the room next door. She had lied there trying to blot it out, but instead of just being embarrassed she had also felt... well, horny. She had been wearing a nightgown, and it had ridden up during the night and was bunched around her waist, and instead of pulling it down and cursing it, as she normally did, instead she had allowed her hand to stray to her private parts.

But it hadn't been John she'd fantasized about as she'd pleasured herself. It had been a picture of her, in this bed... with Snowflaik!

She blushed bright crimson as she thought about this, hoping Snowflaik would put it down just to her embarrassment about her mother.

*****

Jessica had planned to walk Angela to work the next day, but Angela had protested she was quite capable of getting there herself. Jessica knew that Angela found it humiliating to have to admit how she needed protection, and had decided to fall in with her wishes. So she had kissed her goodbye at the door, then settled down in front of the TV and stereo, smoking and gradually emptying a bottle of Scotch she found in the kitchen, which had been originally bought by Angela as a present for the guy at the baker's, though of course Jessica couldn't have been expected to know that!

She couldn't wait until Angela got home - to resume where they had left off, early that morning!
 
Angela sighed deep before leaving the front yard through the small gate. She knew she was walking away from protection and could have easily accepted Jessica to accompany her. She knew Jessica would have, because she almost had insisted on walking her to work. But Angela wanted to show that she could take care of herself. That yes, she was an easy victim, but she was also a strong woman. Although most people probably didn't call her strong, but stubborn, as she tried to always prove there was someone who could not ully her.

While Angela was waiting at the bus stop, around the corner from her home, she just stood there, staring at her own feet, when the two girls Jessica had scared away the day before passed by. They recognized Angela from far, and walked past her a couple of times, making sure that other woman wasn't around anywhere, to hurt them again.

That they had been hurt, was too obvious, as one of the girls was limping slightly and the other had her arm in a cast and a sling.

"Hey you..." The fat girl took the initiative. "Where's that bitchy friend of yours?" She asked, as she pushed Angela in her back with her good hand. The other one added to it, as she smirked "She not here to save your fucking ass this time right?"

Angela felt very much intimidated, but instead of ignoring the two girls, she decided to try and just use Jessica's name as a leverage. "Oh Uhm... you uhm... mean my friend Jessica uhm... Hartfield?" She asked, as she was pulling on her coat trying to straighten it. She was still looking down when she spoke though, and the words didn't come out too convincing either.

"She uhm... she's going to be here uhm soon... uhm any uhm.. minute..." Angela continued, as her hand went up and through her hair.

The girls looked at eachother, and couldn't keep themselves from bursting out laughing. As the fat girl repeated Angela's exact words, with a cocky voice. "So... You're a friend of Jessica? Jessica Hartfield?" The biggest of the two asked. "And what now? I'm a fried of Darren, Darren Jones. hat, you don't know him? well. then we're event here. I don't know your Jessica whatshername either.

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Snowflaik looked at Xianna, and said "Oh believe me Xi... I know what you mean... My mum is really bad, especially if she's drunk. And she's alone. So you know what that means right? So don't worry, there's no need to feel embarrassed about anything like that. Just imagine what it would be like if she was in there with a man... that would have been gross" Snowflaik smiled at Xianna.

Had she seen that right? It's almost as if Xianna was holding back someting. But Snowflaik just couldn't put her finger to it. Sure she could be embarrassed from her mum, but this was more.

"You're not bothered by your mum and Jessica?" Snowflaik asked. I mean, don't tell anyone, but I've felt attracted to a girl once too. But you should've heard my mum when I told her. I thought she would kill me just for telling her.
 
"Y-Y-You've been attracted to a g-girl?" Snowflaik's confession, coming as it did, so soon after what she had been thinking, both excited and embarrassed Xianna. Her vivid thoughts of the night before, with her and Snowflaik together in her tiny bed, rose again to the surface of her mind - not that they had ever been too far away. She felt herself getting wet at the very thought of what she'd imagined. And though she had already been blushing, she now turned several shades redder, her face a beacon, so that she was forced to look away, totally embarrassed by the way her feelings had obviously given her away.

"Urm, Snowy," she got out at last, her voice trembling. "D-Did you ever, urm... like... d-do anything with her?" She wished she had a block of ice, to cool her face. "I mean, I... like... I've got feelings like that, too, kind of. F-For a girl. B-But... I... "

She pulled up short, wondering if it were possible to actually faint from embarrassment.
 
"Why not wait for that bitch to show up then, she can apologize for her cowardly surprise attack the other day." one of the girls continued, as she took a step closer to Angela.

"Yeah," the other then said as she closed in on Angela too, "We need to pay her back or what she did to us. But I guess, since she's not here, we're just going to have to settle with you right ?"

Of course the girls didn't wait for Angela to answer them. Instead, one of the 2 girls grabbed Angela's arm, and twisted it around her back. The other girl, snatched Angela's purse from her hand, and opened it while she slipped her hand inside.

Angela at the same time, had tears in her eyes, and was bright red. She could see an older woman across the street, who was looking at the two girls attacking her. But the woman didn't say anything. She just stood there watching.

The girl who was going through Angela's purse, took out her wallet, and took out the few Pound bills that Angela had in there. "That's for us Miss. Just consider it a settlement for the trouble your friend caused us. Not that it is enough, but it will do... for now..." she said as she looked back up at Angela, as she slowly turned the purse over, pouring it's contents out on the pavement. The girl holding Angela,was looking around nervously, keeping an eye out for Jessica to appear. But Jessica didn't appear, and the girl who had just turned Angela's purse over, decided she hadn't had enough just yet, and took Angela's glasses from her nose. And right in front of Angela's face, she broke the glasses in two pieces. "Oops... I'm sorry 'bout that miss... Guess they're not as strong as I expected them to be." The girl grinned at Angela, as she dropped the two pieces to the pavement.

Then, as the bus approached the bus stop they were standing at, the girl holding Angela let her go, and said to the girl in front of Angela "Let's go, I guess we're even now." And both girls ran off through the alley across the street.

The woman across the street, went on minding her own business, not paying any attention to the woman crying at the bus stop, as she was gathering the contents of her purse from the pavement.

As Angela was gathering her things from the pavement, the bus came, stopped, and went again, and there was nobody that lend a hand to Angela. Finally, Angela picked up the two pieces of her glasses from the pavement, and put them in a pocked of her jacket. Then, she ran her hand through her hair, and with the palms of her hands, wiped away the tears that were running down her cheeks. She turned around, and almost running, she went back home.

When she reached the front door, Angela quietly opened the door, and went inside. She immediately turned to the stairs, and ran upstairs. She stepped into the bathroom, and locked the door behind her. Then she just stood there, in front of her mirror, looking at herself, her red face, wet cheeks, and watery eyes, staring at herself.

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"Hehe done what Xi? Kiss her you mean? Sure, haven't you ever kissed a girl then? Not even while playing truth or dare as a kid?" Snowflaik answered. The truth was that she had had a heavy crush on one of the intern teachers at school the year before. But nothing had happened, since she hadn't had the guts to tell her or even speak to her in person. She had kissed a girl once, when they were 13, she had kissed a friend, because the group they had been hanging out with at the time, had challenged her that she wouldn't dare. But she had. And they had even used their tongues. She had never told anyone, but it had excited her immensely.

"You got a crush on a girl now? Really ?" Snowflaik asked, as she stopped, and turned to look at Xianna. "Xi... you're... you're not in love with Jessica are you?" Snowflaik asked in shock.
 
Lying on the bed, reading an ebook she had downloaded from Angela's laptop, Jessica heard the front door go, and at first suspected it was Xianna. Given that her friend Snowflaik (not to mention her boyfriend John) were both kids who had total disregard for authority, it came as no surprise to Jessica that Xianna had picked up a similar disregard for authority. Well, it was none of her business, she guessed...

But the feet that were climbing the stairs were most definitely shod in high heels. And the fast, nervous tread was Angela's, not Xianna's. And there was almost a hint of a sob.

She wondered why Angela had gone straight to the bathroom, instead of coming into the bedroom, or shouting out that she was home. As Angela's protector, Jessica felt, it was her duty to know about such things.

She crept as silently as she could - which, for Jessica, was very silent indeed - and peeped in.

There was Angela, staring at the mirror. By her reflection, Jessica could see her eyes were red, as if she'd been crying. Her hair was a mess and her glasses were missing.

She went and stood behind her, cradling her protectively in her strong arms.

"OK, babe, what happened?" she whispered. "Tell me about it."

*****

"Jessica?!!!" The ridiculousness of what Snowflaik had said pushed even the hyper-embarrassment out of Xianna's mind. She was not without a sense of humor, and the sheer absurdity of what her friend had said caused Xianna to collapse into laughter almost as helpless as she had been before when unable to control her blush. It was several minutes before she was able to get herself under control.

"No, I... Jessica?!!!" As can sometimes happen, she had thought she'd recovered, but suddenly the giggles rose up again, and she had to take some more time to compose herself.

"No, not her," she got out, finally. "It was awkward enough sharing Jon with her, never mind his damn... his fucking freak of a sister. Trust me, it's not her."

And then something else Snowflaik had said sunk in.

"No, I never, ever kissed a girl before. Like, when I was young, when girls do stuff like that, I never really had any friends. And... well, I... this is kind of embarrassing, but I've never had a boyfriend before John, never mind a girlfriend. It's... " She found her blush rising again. "Look, you know how the model works, right. Deep down inside, every girl wants a white knight to protect her. And I... humiliating as it is to have to admit, I'm probably more of an old-fashioned damsel in distress than most. I'm just not very good at standing up for myself, know what I mean. Like my mum. Well, I thought John would be my white knight, but he... I don't think he really cares about me, he just wanted the thrill of having me as a slave. But his sister, she's different. I'm... a bit scared of her, but I have to admit, she really does care about mum. She's... she's more of a man than most men, in a sort of a way. And I... I keep wishing I had someone to protect me."

She was in deep waters, now, and unable to turn back without drowning.

"I don't know much about... about girls on girls... b-but I've heard that there are some lesbians they call 'femmes' - like really feminine, helpless girls. And... and I guess I must be like that. I know I'm weak, and shy, and... and I guess young for my age, but... I think what I need is a stronger girl, to cherish and protect me. And... I guess, like Jessica, but not her. Maybe someone like..."

Her face was a bright crimson now.

"...you."
 
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