FOREWORD:
The three series I am currently developing are grouped as the
St. John's Church Community Series
. They are primarily focused on
Empowering and/or Empowered Women
! The current stories are
Lost Girls Find Life
,
The Day In My Life I Became Me
, and
Love Is Where One Finds It
.
While 100% fiction, these stories are based on many similar actual events observed in the past. The average US citizen does not fully comprehend how pervasive child and women abuse is throughout America in everyday life. Many secret safe houses are located in numerous large and medium sized American cities, where women and their children successfully hide from their abusers.
Some of these safe houses also monitor the "
Rape Hot Lines
" for local police departments. The secret safe houses must also have volunteer teachers on-site for the younger children until they can be safely relocated to another
safe
area where they can attend regular public schools again.
Candy_Kane54's Virginiaverse Series provided the impetus for my commencing to write the St. John's stories. CK was so supportive when I approached her requesting editorial help and guidance since my previous writing experience was limited to Technical Manuals and Protocols. There definitely would not have been any St. John's stories without CK's soothing personality and help when I became frustrated.
I internally smiled as I began reading CK's lesbian romance stories, which reminded me of entering corporate America many years ago. A host of senior-level female executives were '
ROOMMATES
' for years, ranging in ages from 40 to 50 years old. I developed trusting friendships with several of these roommates, who later shared the true status of their same-sex relationship with me. Two particularly close friends lived their entire adult lives together as roommates in denial since they could not openly love their partner.
This corporate denial of same-sex relationships was a bit similar to CK's Virginiaverse Military Series before President Bill Clinton's
"don't ask, don't tell" policy
. Therefore, I specifically chose to highlight
Abandonment and Abuse Leading to Empowerment
in the St. John's story series. This can be viewed as a different aspect or view of the same issue(s), which primarily affects females.
A few comments on previous stories have been quite helpful, such as "
This Sucks
." Unfortunately, "
This Sucks
" was not defined as my writing, which should improve with CK's help. If the story sucked because the person was not interested in the topic of "empowering females from their childhood
,
" then it's best they choose not to read my stories!
Women Can Attain Whatever They Desire, Which Only Requires Solid Encouragement Starting In Their Youth!
Prologue: This is my third erotic story group on Literotica. As always, I am totally indebted to Candy_Kane54 (CK) for providing critical editing suggestions, style advice, and general encouragement in writing this Lesbian Romance story.
CHICAGO
:
Trezula Montique-Madison (Trez) attended a major Manufacturing and Engineering (M & E) Design Conference in Chicago. This was her first long-distance travel in the three years following her husband's accidental death caused by a drunk driver. She is a thirty-five-year-old Design Engineer at a multinational tech company - SEE TECH, and was currently based out of Corporate Headquarters in Seattle. WA.
Trez's appearance was striking primarily due to her height of just a shade over six feet tall. She was French-Canadian originally from Montreal, with a hint of Scandinavian ethnic heritage. This blended heritage resulted in her startling blue eyes, coupled with an olive complexion and jet black hair.
Trez had lived in the Seattle area most of her life; her family had relocated there from Montreal when she was six years old due to her dad's business promotion. Her late husband had also been her best friend in life after Trez's family settled into the greater Seattle community. On her first day of school, the two had met and later realized their families lived in the same Seattle suburb.
Subsequently, their families became quite close. Her late husband had been active in Trez's life from the early age of six until his untimely death at thirty-two, almost three years ago. They had been married for seven wonderful years before the fatal accident. Before that, they were a committed couple for several years prior to marrying. They also attended the same university for five years, so they had been very close friends for most of their lives before getting married.
Trez was utterly devastated by her husband's death and was just now slowly getting back on track after nearly three years of internal mourning. Her parents had returned home to Montreal after her father's retirement but had rushed to her side upon learning of the fatal accident. They stayed with her for six weeks following the funeral and then returned to their home in Montreal. Therefore, she was now alone in Seattle with just her warm memories of family and a too brief seven-year marriage.
Trez's Department Director allowed her to take as much time as needed to recover and heal. She was a senior design engineer, so she could perform many of her work tasks from home. She only worked in the office on Fridays for the first year after her loss. However, she never participated in any of the company's social activities. Trez chose not to attend most of these activities because many of the single males began asking her out less than two months after her husband's funeral. It was apparent they viewed her as 'vulnerable and being an easy lay' as a recent widow.
After her being continually isolated for more than two years, Trez's director was really concerned about her mental health. Trez basically worked and constantly mourned her husband, with no other activities besides distance running to relieve her stress. Finally, he convinced her to attend a one-week Manufacturing and Engineering Design trade show in Chicago.
The conference was for six days, with the exhibit booths open for four days. On the 3rd day of the meeting, Trez felt it had been a mistake for her to attend this trade show. She was constantly being hit on by men in this male-dominated engineering profession due to her unique beauty and height. Trez's initial response to these personal intrusions was to completely shut the guys down and walk briskly away.
It was primarily for this reason that she did not attend any of the social functions. Trez felt miserably isolated, sad for being seemingly confined to her room in a prison-like atmosphere. She had basically brought her despair to Chicago with her since she similarly lived in a self-imposed exile in her Seattle townhouse.
Trez phoned her department director in Seattle, who completely understood her sadness at being alone in Chicago, not knowing anyone. Therefore he agreed that she could depart the conference later that evening, immediately following the New Design Theory and Technology round table discussions.
Once that session ended, Trez took a quick lunch at the hotel buffet and then Uber to the airport for her evening flight departure. She carefully chose her lunch selections and then looked all around for a quiet place to eat and thankfully saw a table for four with just one lady seated who appeared to have some Black American ethnic heritage. She walked over and 'introduced herself as Trez', asking to share the table?
The lady stood and responded that "I am Sarah, and of course Trez can share the table as I am here alone."