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Her Name Was Angela

... ordered. "Why are you being so good to me?" Nancy asked. "Because I can. Now let's go. It's getting late and you need to get some rest," Angela said as she smiled warmly. Nancy returned Angela's beautiful smile and took her hand. It was less than a five minute drive from the McDonald's to Angela's apartment building. Angela led Nancy up the stairs to her second story apartment and ushered her into the quaint and wholesome little living room. Nancy was taken aback at the overwhelming feel of a true home that emanated from the place. Not to mention the delightful aromas of lavender and cinnamon. With just one bedroom, one bathroom, a tiny kitchen, dinette area, living room and a minscule balcony, Angela's home was absolutely adorable and every inch a young woman's apartment. But still, it was more than that. Nancy couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she felt a powerful sense of comfort, safety and warmth within these walls. For the first time in ages, Nancy Jennings felt as though she had truly come home. "Oh Angela," Nancy said breathlessly. "I love your place. It is so cute! It's so you." "Thank you." Angela replied, seemingly touched by the compliment. "I'm glad you like it. Now, first things first! I want you out of those wet clothes and into a hot shower before you catch pneumonia. The bathroom's right through there in my bedroom and there are clean towels in the closet. You can just leave your clothes outside the door and I'll get them in the washer. I'll also find ...

... you something dry and comfortable to sleep in, okay?" "Okay," Nancy said. Nancy went into Angela's bedroom and it too was the epitome of homely warmth and comfort with a spacious double bed covered with a heavy, softer than silk comforter. Stripping out of her soggy shoes and clothing, Nancy left them in a pile outside the bathroom door before catching a glimpse of her naked body in the mirror. "Someday baby. Someday you'll be pretty and whole again," Nancy whispered to her reflection. Turning on the water and adjusting the temperature, Nancy slid into the stall and sighed in sheer ecstasy as the warm water doused over her body. For the first time in months, possibly even years; Nancy Jennings was entirely at peace. Her mind, her body and her soul were filled with a divine comfort she'd never truly known. Closing her eyes, her mind filled with thoughts of young Angela. Nobody had ever made her feel as this girl did. What was it about her? As Nancy reviewed the events of this night, images of beautiful young Angela plastered themselves all over her conscious and sub-conscious mind. It was then that Nancy was hit with another powerful sensation; one she hadn't experienced in a very long time: Sexual arousal! Running her hands over her breasts, Nancy noticed that her nipples where hard. Then letting her hands continue to sensually slide down her body to her mound, Nancy slipped one of her hands between her legs and gently massaged herself. Her eyes widened like saucers as she ...