Recovery 02 Pt 02 Am I Lost Forever

RECOVERY 02 Pt. 02: Am I Lost Forever

Prologue:

HONORING FOXY FOWLER

- She truly enjoys reading my type/style of Lesbian Romance stories! This story is a two-part Slowburn Lesbian Love and Romance tale

expressly written for Foxy as a Thank You

for being one of my most loyal & committed readers. This is the first of two new stories, I'm dedicating to Foxy in 2024.

When children are a part of Billyslate's storyline, there's minimal sexual activity if they're close by. Also, generally, there's little or no alcohol consumed in their presence.

All descriptive sex in this story is lesbian, with young ladies aged 21 or older. Some explicit lesbian sexual actions occasionally feature a strong, but loving woman as the definite

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controlling the action along with playful and occasional firm spanking.

On occasion, my stories will feature a heterosexual romance when and where appropriate. But there's never any sexual physical contact between the couple other than a hug, soft kiss, or slow dancing.

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and all Billyslate stories are 100% Fiction in every aspect.

Edited By Billyslate

/Grammarly

***

Ending Pt. 01

Rita and Abby know we're on a long adventure, but aren't given specific details. For, their safety we keep both girls with us all week. They'd normally spend some play time at the Church, but, we're taking extra precautions before departing to Savannah.

The foster care agency knows we're traveling, but thinks we've taken the girls to a horseback riding ranch, staying all week.

The girl's final words as we leave the loft with our bags, locking the doors are;

"Rita and Abby are going away with our Moms, Ella, and Candace, and staying for a long-long time;

"

YIPEE

!"

Pt, 02: Hightailing It To Savannah

ELLA

POV

We're driving I-22 East to I-16 East, about 650 miles and 10 hours from Memphis to Savannah. If the girls nap a few hours from the monotony of the drive, we'll go straight through with 2 or 3 pit stops as needed.

Once we're on the open road two hours outside of Memphis, Candace will take over driving and I'll rest for a while. Rita and Abby are already nodding, coming down from this morning's excitement so we may have an easy drive to Savannah if they sleep half the trip.

Candace has the wheel as we set the cruise control on 70MPH, the Interstate speed limit. We plan on avoiding Law Enforcement Agency (

LEA

) contact, along the route to Savannah if possible.

Peeking at the girls in the folded-down

SUV

backseat, confirms they're out like a light. So, I drift into a dreamlike sleep, with Maya in the forefront.

She's possibly in my thoughts because of our stop-over at a small airport hotel in Memphis last night, and then meeting Mom/Dad and Maya's parents this morning for a snack.

SUBCONSCIOUS AWARENESS:

ELLA

My thoughts are back to the age when Maya and My lives were fun-filled with joy. We play golf with our Dads and dance ballet with our Moms, sharing our play time equally with them.

Maya and my life changes dramatically, after our 12

th

birthday when she starts tiring easily doing things we always do growing up. Her parents take her for a checkup, and we learn the dreaded word, Leukemia (

ALL

).

Age 12 is older for developing ALL since most kids are 6 to 8, years-old at onset. Eighteen months of pure hell follows Maya's diagnosis, with 5-courses and several months of Chemo.

She's always nauseous following Chemo, and her Raven Black hair falls out in bunches, leaving Maya bald. Sometimes her face is swollen and her body is bloated from water retention and other side effects of Chemo.

On top of Chemo's side-effects, Maya's teased at school, with bullies calling her baldy, and ugly. Worst of all there's no golf or ballet for us during her treatment, since Maya's always tired from the Leukemia/Chemo. So it's Maya and I against

ALL

and an

Illiterate World

not understanding her pain.

Chemo ends, and

ALL

is gone from her bloodstream (

remission

) and bone marrow, so we're praying for 5 years of negative blood and bone marrow testing.

Our lives are almost back to normal, with studies, golf, and ballet. Then, at 4-years out,

ALL

comes roaring back, and she's with Jesus a week later. You know the specific details from earlier in Pt 01.

***

I stir, glancing at our cute little girls, Rita and Abby, peacefully sleeping in the back, my mind saying, "

NOT THIS TIME

!" I lost Maya to a Medical anomaly, possibly genetically related.

Candace and I are going to the wall for our girls, who are beaten down by political hypocrisy, and an ineffective

Family Court System

. We're on the run with Rita and Abby, protecting our little ones from biology, in a system valuing biology over health n happiness.

In less than 3 months, our little darlings go from being nearly

Mute

to happily dancing ballet, playing hopscotch, and learning to paint. They have two committed Moms, four grandparents, a Godmom with two daughters, and a Progressive Pastor.

Our

FLIGHT

target is Savannah, where we'll stand and

FIGHT

for our girls, Rita n Abby's right to live happy and emotionally healthy lives.

I slowly awaken to Candace's tender voice, "You Okay Babe? I hear you mumbling

NO NO

, so call out!"

Smiling, I blow my babe a kiss, and then tell her about my dream, or was it a

NIGHTMARE

?"

***

GALLERY BY SAM-SAVANNAH:

ELLA

POV

We're safely in the gallery's upstairs living quarters, which Sam arranges nicely for us, and our girls. He quickly leaves once our personal items such as clothing are unpacked. Sam knows we're keyed up from our St Louis escape, giving me the combination of the safe to store our critical documents.

The frig and cabinets are filled with a week's supply of chilled items and staples we requested from Sam. We're set for now and will rest a few days while planning next month's activities, primarily getting emergency Georgia residency for Rita and Abby.

Using the burner phone, I ring Maya's Mom's mobile number, telling her we're safe in Savannah. She'll update my Mom/Dad so they can relax, knowing we're safe for now.

For the next few days, all messages and phone calls home will be via Maya's Mom,

Adalia

, who is unknown to anyone in St Louis.

***

As I finish our on-arrival to-do list, Rita and Abby come searching for Candace and me with my Mom's trusty comb in hand, meaning they want a bath/shower and their hair washed.

Nodding at Candace, "Let's get the girls cleaned up, enjoy a nice snack from the refrig, and then tell Rita and Abby why we're in Savannah."

As we stroll to the bathroom, without thinking Candace slips her shirt off, exposing her hairy chest and shoulders to our girls for the first time. She's always worn long dresses, pants, and long-sleeved shirts around them.

Now in a T-style undershirt, Candace's hairy upper chest, shoulders, and arms are completely exposed. I grab the girls telling Candace, to put on shorts and we face her hair issue now.

I explain to our girls, "Mommy Candace has lots of body hair except, on her face. She will shave it off for us, but Mommy Ella says no because I love Mommy Candace just as she is," running my fingers through her hairy shoulders.

Rita and Abby quickly start playing with the hair on Candace's forearms, squealing, "Mommy Candace, we love the hair on you just like Mommy Ella, so please don't shave it off?"

I hug Candace, "See, problem solved and you can relax in shorts and tee's around our girls. Now, it's time to give them a shower and shampoo their hair."

***

We've cleaned up, eaten a soup n sandwich snack, and dishes are in the washer. Both girls sit in our laps as usual, with Abby reclining on me, and Rita on Candace, both getting sleepy.

I tell the girls, "We're in Savannah because some bad people in St Louis are trying to take you from us."

Instantly, Rita screams, "We're never leaving our Mommies and will go everywhere with you!" tears streaming down their little faces.

Candace and I hug and coo them, me saying, "We're never leaving our baby girls so we will live in Savannah for a long time. We'll have to stay inside for a lot of days, and Granddad Sam will bring us food and everything we need to live here.

"While hiding inside the Gallery, we'll call your Grandmas/Dads in Memphis every week, Okay?"

Rita and Abby in a duet, "Mom, we love our grandparents in Memphis, can they come to see us in Savannah?"

I tell our girls that bad people may try to follow their Grands, so they'll visit us after we hide in Savannah for 2 or 3 months.

But while we hide here in the Gallery, Mom Candace will teach Rita how to paint, the history of painting, and speak French with her every day.

I will teach baby girl Abby to dance ballet and speak German every day since our sweet little one loves ballet and modern dance.

Moms Candace/Ella will also teach our girls the 6-Rs, "

R

eading,

R

iting,

R

ithmatic,

R

esponsibility,

R

eliability &

R

espectability." School days will be Monday through Friday, for two hours each day.

Mom Candace will sew pretty clothes for our baby girls, Rita and Abby, and other fun things while we hide in the gallery. By now, both girls are

fast-asleep

in our arms so Candace smiles;

"My darling Ella, this is the perfect time for me to tell you my life story, after which we'll put the girls to bed."

***

Sniffling, Candace starts her tale of woe;

WHO AM I:

CANDACE

CANDY MASON

"I'm not exactly sure what city I was born in, but it's the Central to the Western part of Missouri. My parents were educated but lived a Bohemian Lifestyle similar to Hippies across the US, in the late 1960s.

"I was mostly home-schooled until becoming a teen, so was not illiterate. My bio-parents routinely used several drugs and on occasion spiked our soft drinks with hallucinatory drugs, such as

LSD

.

"We were camped in a commune in NW Missouri near Marysville, 100 miles north of Kansas City, MO. I was 13 years old and quite scared of dying from the drugs my parents gave me.

"So I ran away on our next trip into Marysville, rescued by a group of Nuns that live in a rural Convent near the city. One Nun, Sister Mary Catherine

Jane

, becomes my mentor. She's a Novice, not yet taken her Final Vows, which are after 10 years in the order.

"Sister Mary

Jane

is an artist and guides my training as an aspiring painter for 5 years. My bio-mom dabbled in painting, which I love, so this is a perfect situation for me.

I lived in the Sisters of St Francis convent for 5 years learning basic education. finishing High School, and an in-depth Art History, while dramatically improving my painting and clothes designing (

sewing

) skills.

"Some elder Nuns tried convincing me to join the

Order

at 18, but Mother Superior and Sister Mary

Jane

knew I was too much of a free spirit to live my life in a Nunnery.

"I'd met Sam of Sam's Gallery and Jason, owner of the St Louis Gallery at various art exhibits in metro, KC, MO/KC, KS.

These two older men are true gentlemen and agreed for me to live onsite as the general custodian and intern in one of their galleries after my 18

th

birthday. I'd get free room & board, art supplies, and pocket change for personal items.

"I chose Jason's Gallery because it was in Missouri, as I could travel there in 10 hours (

500 miles

) by Greyhound Bus. It's been three years since I moved into the gallery, living mostly like a hermit. I paint for 3 or 4 hours most days and study, Art History, Theory of Painting, and French, a few hours daily online.

"I had over 40 finished paintings packaged and stored in St Louis. But they're now here with us in Sam's Gallery's basement. You've seen 9 or 10 of my paintings, and I'll show you the rest of them after we're settled in Savannah.

"I don't truly know my life's direction, and then I see Rita, Abby, and you at the art exhibit, knowing instantly we'll become a family. Your Mom/Dad's St Louis visit seals the deal because she's

My Loving Mom

at first site."

Tearing up she affirms, "Ella,

I love You With All My Heart

, and our beautiful girls, Rita and Abby!"

After Candace's love avowal, I pull her close for a soft kiss, which isn't easy holding Rita/Abby in our arms. We cuddle briefly and then crawl into bed emotionally exhausted from the stressful drive to Savannah, unlading the

SUV

and unpacking.

***

SAVANNAH PLANS:

ELLA

POV

We've been in Savannah since Friday and will start our weekly schedule today. Candace and I chat feeling it's best to finish the routine classroom studies before noon.

After breaking for lunch, we'll let Rita and Abby enjoy learning ballet/dance and art/painting from 1:00 to 5:00 p.m. daily if they want.

Saturdays and Sundays will mostly be games, reading, Netflix movies, and other relaxing activities. We'll keep this schedule for 3 months, then apply for emergency Georgia residence for the girls, with Candace and Me as their guardians.

Sam fully supports our plan as well thought out, and fits perfectly with the gallery being closed for four months. To be brutally honest, it is not sensible to try keeping our girls on lockdown any longer than for three months. No, matter how much fun we're having, the gallery will seem like a prison, if we're on lockdown longer.

***

CHANGE OF PLANS:

Everything is going well two months into our schedule applying for Rita/Abby's emergency Georgia residence. Then a couple of unexpected and related events happen, with one of them causing us much concern.

There haven't been any missing person reports filed on Rita and Abby. Nor has any Missouri Agency or Family Court counselor contacted my Parents or Pastor Taylor, asking their whereabouts.

But the Gallery's CCTV recording shows a dark blue or black van circling the gallery several times in the past week. So Sam contacts the private security firm he uses for gallery surveillance, during shows with high-valued artifacts and pieces. He asks them to closely monitor daily traffic past our building, for the next two weeks.

Secondly, Sam's committed to a private home exhibit for a very wealthy client's small dinner party of 25 guests. Unfortunately, most of the needed art pieces for this private showing are fully committed to the Charlotte Gallery during the Savannah show dates.

So Candace and I

Pow Wow

, maybe it's time for us to come out of the closet with Rita and Abby. The walls of our secrecy may be crumpling like the walls of

Jerico

the 7

th

time around, with these dark-colored minivans circling the Gallery all week.

Sam's private showing might offer a great opportunity to escape from hiding in a controlled situation, atmosphere, and environment.

The guests will be

Shakers n Movers

in metro Savannah, who may be able to help or introduce us to someone who could smooth the terrain for getting the emergency residence approval.

Candace and I prepare a nice dinner, inviting Sam to discuss the details of this private home exhibit.

Our girls are on top of the world with

Grandpa Sam

coming to eat with us. So, we give them an hour of Sam's undivided attention, then enjoy dinner.

Later, Candace takes the girls to play games in our sleeping area, getting them ready for bed, while I talk seriously with Sam.

***

Smiling, I quickly store the leftovers and open a bottle of PepsiMax. "Candace and I don't drink alcohol in front of our girls, so this is the beverage of choice while talking.

"We're ready to kill for a glass of Fume Blanc, only having wine once since meeting the girls nearly 7 months ago.

Mom/Dad visit St Louis, and Rita and Abby stay the night with them at my apartment. So Candace and I have our only night of drinking and playing fun games in her Gallery Loft.

I chat in depth with Sam, discussing our idea(s) for a private showing of Candace's 30 best paintings. She and Rita will also charcoal-pencil, and later paint various scenes during dinner and exhibits.

"Abby and I will perform a cute ballet duet in the exhibit hall/area as the guests view Candace's paintings. We'll wear

Ballet Outfits

designed by Candace that can be custom-sewn and ordered for young girls studying dance.

"As a

Coup De Grace

, Candace and Rita will paint an exquisite dinner scene of the guests, as a tribute to the host.

"If okay with your client, Candace, the girls, and I will stay on the property a few days before the event, getting acclimated with the layout."

Me, closing, "Sam, I think we've been busted, yet no

LEA

is actively pursuing us. These minivans circling the Gallery, seem more like Private Security, which is confusing.

"Candace and I want to control or manage any fallout, and the Private Exhibit Showing is ideal for us.

"Are any important officials such as Judges, or the Governor's Office Senior Staff invited?

"We'll soon need a Lawyer, so it'd be nice for them to meet the girls in a managed setting like your client's Private Dinner/Exhibit."

Finally, I close, "If my proposal is doable, I'll ring Mom/Dad asking them to come here for that week to support us and our girls."

***

Sam responds, "Candace is a great painter for her age, and I've seen a few of her works. Do you think she's ready for a full showing on her own?"

Me, "I trust Candace's judgment, and she has nearly

40 Master Paintings

, which no one's ever seen, including me. But your question's valid, so I'll ask her to choose 3 Paintings for you to view in the downstairs gallery."

Continuing, "If the paintings meet your approval, can our proposal work as I outlined?"

Sam responds, "I know 2 or 3 additions to my Client's Guest, which will work perfectly. I'll leave now so you can help Candace get the girls ready for bed.

"If noon is okay for tomorrow, I'll bring lunch and a Special bottle of Fume Blanc for you and Candace to enjoy, since your Mom/Dad will be in Savannah for the event."

I grin, "Rita and Abby mention

KFC

often, so are you up for lunch with the

Colonel

?"

***

"Oh, My Gawd!" screams Sam as Candace uncovers four of her hidden art treasures.

"These paintings are beyond spoken words, and you have 35 more of the same quality?"

Candace winks, "These four are my least favorites, the others will knock your and the dinner guests' socks off."

Candace frowns, "After leaving the Convent and moving into Jason's Gallery, I think seriously about my life goals while doing three things living like a hermit. I

Paint

,

Study Art History

, and

French

, sometimes not leaving the loft for weeks.

"Now, with the Love Of My Life and Our Girls, Rita/Abby at my side, I'm ready to tackle the world with my

Paintings

and

Designs

," softly kissing me and hugging our girls.

***

D-DAY:

CANDACE

POV

As Ella and I cuddle on the loveseat, our girls sleep in their small bed. It's been a long, exhausting three days preparing the place for the special dinner and exhibit.

We're in a 26-room Mansion, bordering the Savannah River, with a fantastic view. Our 3-bedroom Guest Suite is on the 3

rd

level with the Dinner/Exhibit activity being held on the entry-level.