Living In A World Within Me
Prologue:
This new Billyslate Story is a Slowburn Lesbian Love and Romance tale.
When children are a key part of the storyline, there's minimal sexual activity if they're close by. Also, generally, there's little or no alcohol consumed when children are present.
All descriptive sex in this story is lesbian, with young ladies aged 18 and older. Some explicit lesbian sexual actions occasionally feature a strong, but loving woman as the definite
TOP
. She controls the action along with playful and sometimes firm spanking.
This
55
th
and all Billyslate stories are
100% Fiction
in every aspect.
Edited By Billyslate
/Grammarly
INTRODUCTION
This story has been on my to-do list for nearly two years. It's
Fiction
, but much of the story's action develops from personal interactions when I studied at University in the late 1960s.
The story starts slow, allowing my readers, to understand the background dynamics fully. The sensual/sexual action starts midway into the story, continuing from that point.
It's been a difficult story to write but I decided to Publish it on LIT for the upcoming Holiday Season.
A more extensive description of what happened at Uni is in the
Epilogue
, which I suggest reading if you enjoy the story.
***
KIRSTEN
Screaming
and
Crying
loudly, as I stand lost near the front door of this huge building, in a Church parking lot.
People all around me ask, "Little girl, are you lost? Where's your Mom and Family, they ask, again and again?"
I scream louder, as if in extreme pain, not trusting any of these voices in my head. She
left me here alone and scared
, so I'll never trust or talk to anybody again.
Someone else says, "Maybe, we should call the Fire Station, Rescue Squad, Police, or Child Services. This little girl may be lost and her family's frantically looking for her!"
I scream for so long; it seems like forever and a day. My voice is barely a whisper, when
My Angel From Heaven
kneels, pulling me into her loving arms, "Don't cry my sweet little one, are you hurt?"
Opening my eyes for the first time since I was dumped here like the morning trash, I stop screaming, peering upward;
Kneeling before me,
I See Trust, Warmth, And Love
.
Looking into her adoring eyes,"
Are you My Angel coming to help me
?"
She smiles, "No, sweetie, I'm
Auntie Laura Jean Watson,
and will take loving care of you. What's your name little one?"
Grinning for the first time, "My name's Kirsten and I don't know where home is, so, I want to go home with you?"
My Angel
, Auntie Laura Jean lifts and pulls me into her warm n loving chest, "I'll take care of my darling Kirsten, and you'll never be left alone again!"
***
COMING OUT OF DARKNESS:
KIRSTEN
POV
Awaking from my wicked reoccurring dream, the world closes in on me, so I lethargically shower and dress.
Now. I'm sitting silently on a boulder staring into the ocean, by the sand on a Tybee Island beach. Tears flow down my cheeks like raindrops from a summer storm.
The only real person I've truly loved all my life, ashes had blown away in the warm Atlantic Ocean breeze, a few months earlier. Now 20 years old, I'm again almost as lost in life as I was in the Albany, GA Church parking lot 16 years ago at age 4!
I don't truly know if Auntie Laura Jean is a distant blood relative or just an elder
Church Lady
, who takes me into her heart and home as her Christian duty.
As best I remember being just 4 years old, my
Bio-Mother
was unloving, yelled, and hit me a lot. One Sunday morning, she leaves me standing in the parking lot of a beautiful Church and never returns.
I'm hurting and scared, so I close my eyes screaming pitifully, not talking to anyone. At age 4, I lose trust in almost everyone in my world because of my
bio-mom's neglect and abuse
.
Then this Angelic voice says hello little one, me knowing that I'm in
Heaven
, where I want to stay forever.
That Sunday afternoon, Auntie Laura Jean, gives me love, compassion, and adoring care. She takes me home with her, although I don't know nor have I ever seen this warm and nurturing lady.
Some Albany Church busy-bodies search for my bio-mom or other relatives, but Auntie Laura Jean says, absolutely no way. She starts looking for another city where we can live in peace, finally choosing Savannah, 225 miles east, near the ocean.
***
THE MOVE TO SAV/TYBEE ISLAND GEORGIA
I don't remember much about my life before moving to Tybee, Island just before my 5th birthday. On Tybee, my Aunt Laura Jean works as a caretaker, for two wealthy families' home(s).
Her pay includes money, our living onsite in a semi-attached coach house, meals, and my primary/secondary schooling, which I didn't know for 8 years until I was 12.
Somehow, through her Albany Church contacts, she'd met someone who knows someone at Compassion (
Formerly Savannah
) Christian Church. The person's relatives are members of the congregation.
A distant cousin in her Savannah family tells my Auntie, that Actress Sandra Bullock's long-time caretaker of her Tybee Island Mansion/Estate is very ill and retiring.
Actress Bullock needs a trustworthy person as the new caretaker since she travels many months a year. Auntie Laura Jean is thrilled to be offered the job. She'll get good monthly pay and we'll live in the 7-room coach house (
Castle For Us
) including meals.
My Auntie's distant cousin in Savannah, also helps her negotiate for Actress Bullock to pay my Tuition at
Savannah Christian Preparatory School
, where I graduated at 16 with honors.
***
LIFE IN SAV/TYBEE ISLAND
Living with Auntie Laura Jean in Albany, and on Tybee, while attending school in Savannah, GA, are my first happy childhood memories of life.