A Safe Haven.
Did Angela need a safe haven, should I look for one?
This short story basically true expounds on Carl Jung definition off Synchronicity;
'Seemingly meaningful coincidences or events that occur simultaneously but lack a causal connection.'
My name is Shane I live in Stornoway on the Isle of Lewis which is part of our Outer Hebridean islands, population 21,000 during holiday season can be many times that. My parents run a pub and a ten-bedroom hotel just out of town, where I study accountancy at a local college, which is set in the idyllic picturesque grounds of Lews Castle. Like others I will have to move to the mainland to finish my education and find my way in life. Before I left, I met Ruth, who changed the course of my life.
Angela.
Friday my free day, sitting at the bar in my parent's hotel texting. Everyone was watching, including me, when she walked in wearing dirty boots, an embarrassingly fifties floor sweeper dowdy faded skirt and a blue bonnet that hid her face. Assumed she must be part of one of the recluse communes or religious cults that our islands seemed to attract.
Seemed agitated when she went up to my mother, asked something! my mother quickly ushered her into the back office, before she closed the door, waived me to look after the bar. I finished pulling pints that she had started for some of our regulars, was back texting when my father came out with my uncle, who worked security at the ferry terminal and was local part-time law, who nobody messed with. Both were retired Marines and close friends; never told me what they did or got up to in the Marines.
Other than, my mother who was a Police officer in a garrison town threatened to arrest them for d&d
(drunk and disorderly)
. Their explanation of just back from a deployment where they lost friends bought them a 'just behave' warning.
A few weeks later my mother alone on night patrol in the town was surrounded and being hassled by ten or fifteen local drunk teenagers. Along came my dad and my uncle, in civies, told the teenagers to mind their manners, they didn't and regretted it. A few weeks later my mother broke her leg in a car crash. My dad hearing about it came to see her in hospital, rest is history, I came along we moved back to my father's Island where we now live.
I was to go and help my mother, who introduced me to Angela, bonnet off I recognised her. I had given her, her first day student tour of our college campus. I didn't connect at first Angela is the code word for someone feeling 'vulnerable and needing support.' I had heard about it at college and again as part of my bar safety and WAVE (Welfare and Vulnerability Engagement) training, this was the first time I ever heard of it being used. I remembered her as Ruth from a hippy or something commune on the other side of the island.
I was told! not asked, to take her into the sitting room and stay with her while my mother arranged something. I was sitting on the couch beside her when she burst out sobbing, put my arm round her to comfort her. I could feel her whole-body shake from deep within, didn't expect what happened next, leaning her head on my shoulder told me what happened.
She and her friend Ingrid a backpacker who turned up one day and joined their commune became friends, well more than friends. Last night they were in bed together, which she was very graphic about, when some of the commune zealots burst in. Didn't like what they saw threatened to gang bang them. As they left said
"wait there! we'll be back to bang both of you!
"
Ingrid talked Ruth into running away, that night, packed what they could climbed out a window and headed, in the moon light cross-country to the ferry to take them to the mainland and safety. At the terminal zealots were waiting, they split up with the intent to board separately and meet on board. Ingrid managed to get on board hiding in the back of a truck, Ruth was spotted chased out of the terminal back into town, missing the ferry departure.
She remembered our hotel and its log store outback which I told her we played and hid in. Ingrid had managed to get to Ullapool and would wait for her. She tried again this time for the noon ferry there were even more of them this time waiting for her, spotted she ran into our bar for help, remembered the code 'do you know where Angela is.'
Part of our venue license readiness verifications, a young female cadet from the Police Training College, part of their undercover taster training, came in asked 'do you know where Angela is?' My mother was Angela for the test, we passed with flying colours never expecting to experience it on our Island. Where everybody lived a 'live and let live' lifestyle and knew everybody.
Plan was my father and uncle would escort Ruth across in the evening three-hour ferry trip and meet up with one of my mother's friends, another Angela, who also ran a small hotel outside Ullapool. Following my mother's call, she found Ingrid still waiting on the docks for Ruth and took her in. But; the ferry had broken down, again, parts wouldn't arrive by road until Monday. Ruth would be staying on the island with us for a few days.
My rooms were in the old staff quarters in the roof eaves of the Hotel, with lots of sloping roofs, but had its own small sitting room
(my study)
, bedroom and bathroom. Plan; I would sleep in the sitting room's fold down chair/bed, Ruth would get my bed. I was to look after her, which I was excited about nothing like this had ever happened to me before.
My mother found more appropriate clothes for Ruth. Binned what she had been wearing in an easy to find place on the other side of the island, to split the zealot's attention, as they would attract too much attention. Rather than the dowdy look she was now wearing a trendy short black one-piece dress that teenagers wore. Ruth had long jet-black hair, six-foot, slim build, long legs, probably wasn't used to wearing short dresses as she kept flashing her knickers each time she sat down or stood up. I couldn't take my eyes off her waiting for her to sit or stand.
That night we played on my computer games consol, she had never seen one before let along play or go on-line. We also video chatted on-line with people I knew in Canada, Italy and France. She became relaxed and started to tell me about life in their commune.
Turned out tomorrow was both our birthday's she would be 20, me 19. It was then she told me on her 18th birthday was inaugurated into to sex by the self-appointed commune leader. As time went by was introduced into having sex with strangers and taken to private Airbnb's sex parties, the commune got paid to attend; thinking all that was normal.
Ingrid who was a Danish sex worker joined the commune, both hit it off Ingrid was gay and endeared Ruth into being gay too, it was their bond away from being tradable sex slaves. They developed an intense and torrid clandestine relationship, although discreet clashed with the commune's business, hence the bust-up and what followed.
That night Ruth insisted taking the chair/bed in my sitting room and I keep my bed. I was stripped down to only my bikini underwear, which I slept in, when she walked in to show me the short clinging nightdress she had been given. We both stood looking at each other neither knowing what we should do next. She returned to her bed I climbed alone into mine my body telling me one thing my mind another. That night I fell into an erotic fitful sleep.
During the night I woke feeling a presence in the room, Ruth was standing looking out the gable end window at the rising morning sun, we have about four hours of darkness at that time of year. The sun was shining through her nightdress illuminating all her bodily feature and curves and butt hugging knickers. She looked at me as I lifted the bed clothes inviting her to join me. That night until morning we spooned, I tried and failed not to let her feel my bulging erection which she didn't to object too as she rubbed me.
Hearing noises from the kitchen breakfast preparations for our guests, reluctantly we got up, as she walked to the bathroom pulled off her nightdress, dropped it and slid down her knickers. Her tight bubble butt and slender waist set her off perfectly. At the bathroom door she turned looked at me as her pussy winked, she invited me to join her, didn't need a second invite.
I had never been with a girl before other than the odd kiss and grope, usually I was the one who got groped, behind the cycle shed or in our wood store hut. We came together at the door she leaned over and kissed me, I felt her hand on my underwear as she slid them slowly down, I popped out. I had never been naked with a girl before, it felt great, neither of us could hold back, her warm rock-hard nipples rubbing against my chest my dick stretching up trying to kiss her pussy.
A knock on the bedroom door! Ruth went into the shower and turned it on. My mother's voice "breakfast downstairs in 20." I shouted "OK." We showered and dressed, went down together meeting with other guests heading for their breakfast.
My mother looked at me, smiled my father looked with one of his knowing looks over the top of his reading glassed. Nothing more was said about how we slept, just as well, I was so hyper I think I would have given it away.
New plan; Ruth would stay with us until the ferry arrived on Monday. I asked my mother, wishful thinking, "where will we hide Ruth?" "Simple in plain sight." Both Ruth and I stared like lost puppies for an explanation.
"Alone; Ruth is at risk, Ingrid is being looked after on the mainland, you will be with Ruth all day." My father kicked in "me and your uncle with have both your sixes
(backs)
, you won't see us, protecting people is what we did."
I looked in amazement, that was the first time my father or uncle for that told me what they did in the Marines. Ruth excitedly asked "can we go to the college rave in Lews hall tonight, everyone in the college is going, I have never been to one, Ingrid told me all about them?" I was excited too, as I said "yes."
Mothers do as mothers do, took charge of arranging what Ruth would wear. I got a serious look from my father and a nod to follow him.
Bar was empty my uncle was sitting in the corner with a coffee, waived me over, with his serious Policeman look that terrified anyone who crossed him. "Sit! tell me what Ruth told you about the going-ons at the commune, not what you two were up to last night or in the shower this morning; yes, we know?"
