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From: "Mr Freeze" <mrfreeze06@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} My Beautiful Angel (ch 3) (mf rom nosex slow)
Date: Fri, 24 May 2002 22:10:04 -0400
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WARNING - THIS CHAPTER AND THE ONES THAT FOLLOW MAY CONTAIN SEXUAL SCENES
THAT ARE NOT APROPRIATE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF 18.  IF YOU ARE
YOUNGER THAN 18 PLEASE STOP READING NOW!!!

FURTHER, THIS STORY CONTAINS SITUATIONS INVOLVING TEENS, FIRST TIME SEX,
MILD INCEST, PUBLIC NUDITY, MILD HUMILIATION, ORAL SEX, ANAL SEX, AND SOME
OTHER SEXUAL TOPICS THAT PEOPLE MIGHT FIND OFFENSIVE.  IF YOU FIND THIS
OFFENSIVE THAN YOU MAY WANT TO CHOOSE ANOTHER STORY.  PLEASE NOTE THAT ALL
SEX IN THIS STORY IS CONSENSUAL SEX.  I DO NOT BELIEVE IN NON-CONSENSUAL
SEX AND THEREFORE I DO NOT WRITE ABOUT IT.  FURTHER THIS STORY IS RATHER
SLOW AND INVOLVES QUITE A BIT OF ROMANCE AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.  IF
YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A GOOD STROKE STORY, THIS MAY NOT BE IT, AT LEAST I
HOPE THAT IS THE CASE.

Enough of the warnings.  This chapter contains no sex, mf romance. It also
contains a scene of rape that is meant for storyline more than sexual
fantasy and is thus not described in great detail.  No story code will
appear for rape for that reason.

This is my first series of stories so any and all constructive criticism
is appreciated.  Also any compliments are appreciated and will keep me
writing this story.  Any and all comments can be sent to
mrfreeze06@hotmail.com.








"My Beautiful Angel" (nosex, mf, rom)

by Mr. Freeze



Chapter 3 - Death and Rebirth

Heather and I spent most of our waking moments together for the next week.
The only exceptions were getting ready in the morning, her morning jog,
and her occasional tennis practice.  I ended up eating over at Heather's
the entire week for dinner.  Her mom had no problem with it.  She felt
sorry for me because my mother wasn't home to feed me every night.

We also spent quite a bit of time making out.  We perfected the kissing
aspect of it and then moved into French kissing.  I even got bold enough
to start fondling her breasts through her clothing.  I had tried under the
clothing, but she stated politely that she wasn't ready for that.  I told
her that was fine and that if and when she was ready for her to let me
know.  She told me it wasn't IF but WHEN.

At the end of the week I decided to ask her if she wanted to go to the
public pool and go swimming.  I figured it would be a great idea for two
reasons.  The summer was starting to get really hot with most days in the
nineties and I wanted to see her hot little body in a swimsuit.

She readily agreed and I went to her house to pick her up.  My bathing
suit was nothing to write home about.  I had an old blue pair of nylon
swim trunks.  I decided to not wear a t-shirt down there and just drape a
towel around my neck as the only thing that would cover my hairless chest.

Heather on the other hand looked absolutely stunning in her two-piece
white bikini.  I could see the two small mounds of her firm orange-sized
breasts.  Her outfit left very little to the imagination as every graceful
curve of her body was revealed for me.  She draped a towel around her neck
as well and we departed for the pool.

We walked to the pool with me holding her close by my side.  I felt the
warm, smooth skin of her back and I was in pure heaven.  I had drooled all
over the pretty girls in the bikinis last year and now this year I had one
of my own.

My bliss was not to last, however.  Just before we got to the pool we ran
into Tommy Cicero.  We were in a place that was near enough to the pool to
be seen so I wasn't too worried.  I thought would be a few verbal jabs and
I would be able to go on my merry way.  I was completely wrong.

Tommy grabbed Heather by her arm and yanked her from me.  Heather let out
a sharp scream that was quickly muffled by Tommy's hand.

"Let her go!" I demanded.

"Just go away Peter or this time I swear to God that I will kill you, "
said Tommy.

"What the fuck do you want?" I yelled at him.

"I am gonna relieve you of your girlfriend here and impregnate her, " he
said.

I knew for a fact that I was turning beat red as the blood boiled through
my veins.  I had to save Heather.  I was willing to put my life on the
line for her.  Tommy slipped a hand under her breast and pushed the
material of her bikini off of it.  He started fondling her breast right
there in front of me.  I had to act now.

I charged him and tried to tackle him to the ground.  I did succeed in
freeing Heather from his grip.  Heather fell to the ground hard.  Tommy on
the other hand momentarily lost his balance and then quickly regained it.
He used his recovery as leverage to push me to the ground.  Pain shot
through my head as it hit the concrete sidewalk.

"Someone help please, " screamed Heather at the top of her lungs.

I struggled to get up again but I could not.

"I told you if you interfered I would kill you, " said Tommy angrily.  He
followed that with a kick to my balls.  Fire shot through my entire body.
I couldn't breathe.

Tommy then kneeled down and started punching me.  He alternated hitting me
in the face and in the gut.  The pain was so great that I couldn't cry or
scream.  I was helpless I was sure I was going to die.  In fact the pain
was so great that I was welcoming death's release.  I felt blackness
overcome me.  The last thing I heard was Heather screaming, "stop, you are
killing him!"

                        *************************

I awoke to the face of an angel.  It was Heather and she was my angel and
I would be happy forever.  I knew that I was in heaven. Around her pretty
visage there was whiteness all around her.  Then I noticed the tears in my
angel's eyes.  I tried to reach out to my angel but my arm wouldn't move.

My angel wasn't looking at me.  I was sure that if she saw me she would
smile and not cry.  I tried to speak to her.  Nothing came out.  My angel
continued to cry and there was nothing I could do.  Maybe I was really in
hell.  Everything faded to back to darkness before I could figure it out.


                        *************************

I awoke again and again I saw my angel.  She was still crying but this
time she was looking at me.  I saw her eyes widen.  She mouthed something
I couldn't quite hear and began pointing frantically at me. I did not know
what was happening.  Was I still in some cruel hell where I would have to
see the love of my life mourn over my loss?

That feeling changed when I saw her start smiling.  She was still crying
but she was smiling.  It was Heather's mom's face that told me I probably
wasn't dead.  She leaned over me and smiled at me.  She said something I
still couldn't quite make out and then turned to look at someone else in
the room.

A man in a white coat was the next to appear.  When he flashed a bright
light in my eye I realized that I was probably in a hospital.  I also
noticed my hearing was starting to return to normal.

"...and make sure you buzz a nurse if anything else changes.  We will start
doing some x-rays and some other tests this afternoon to assess the level
of damage that may have occurred to his brain."

Brain damage? I was mortified.  I needed comfort.  I needed understanding.
I reached out to the first person my mind was conditioned to reach out to.

"Mamma?" I whispered.  It was all I could do.

Heather's mom, Wendy came up to the side of my bed and looked me in the
face.  She had tears in her eyes.

"Your mom's not here right now.  Do you remember who I am?"

I nodded in the affirmative.  "Where is my mamma?"

Wendy didn't answer.  She started crying more hysterically.

"Where in the fuck is my mom?" I demanded as much as my voice would allow.
I never swore in front of adults before in my entire life.  I was frantic
now.  I needed loving and guidance.  I needed a caring hand.

Wendy turned her face from me and wept heavily.

"Would someone please tell me where in the fuck my fucking mother is?" I
demanded getting scared now.  I was concerned that anytime I asked where
she was that Wendy would get more hysterical.  I was beginning to panic.

"Son, " said the doctor, " you may be sick but that kind of language will
not be tolerated in this hospital."

"Fuck you!" shouted Wendy still in hysterics.  `This boy's mother decided
she would rather go on a weekend away with a man than spend time with her
son who is in a fucking coma.  Cut him some slack!"

Wendy looked at me and tried her best to control her crying.  "I am so
sorry Peter, that was no way for you to find out."

Wendy sat on the side of my bed and gently stroked my arm.  I could feel
the love and compassion literally pouring from her soul onto me. Strangely
I wasn't angry about what my mom had done.  I don't know if it was
conditioning from the past year of her ignoring me or if it was Wendy's
caring touch that had soothed the hurt.  Maybe it was the drugs coursing
through my veins that reduced all the pain in my body to a dull throb.

"Is Heather OK?" I asked.  The last thing I remembered was her crying.
I knew I saw her but I wanted to make sure that Tommy hadn't had his way
with her.  I remembered that much.

"She is fine Peter thanks to you, " said Wendy softly.  "You saved her
Peter.  You caused enough of a distraction so that she could get away and
get the attention of the lifeguards at the pool.  They were the ones who
saved your life."

"Did they do anything to Tommy?" I asked.

"The police are looking for him.  He got away Peter, " said Wendy.

I felt anger burning within my heart at that moment.  I wasn't upset at
what he did to me. I was upset at what he did to Heather and the fact that
so far he had gotten away with it.  I started crying and found out that
crying caused me sharp pain in my head, which made me cry even more.

Wendy leaned over and hugged me gently.  It made me feel a bit better to
feel the caring touch of someone.  I saw Heather come over and sit down on
my bed on the other side of me.  She was crying but was forcing a smile.
Wendy leaned back and then Heather gave me a gentle hug.  I could feel the
love pouring from her too.  I was feeling much more relaxed now.  Then I
remembered what the doctor said.  I needed some answers.

"How long have I been out?" I asked groggily.

"Two days, " said Wendy.

"The doctor said something about brain damage?" I queried.

"I wouldn't worry about it, " said Wendy.  "The fact that you seem to
remember what happened means you are probably fine."

I looked at Heather and I tried to smile at her.  She forced another smile
through her tears.

"I dreamt that I was in heaven and that you were an angel, " I told her.
"You are my angel Heather."

Heather leaned down and gave me a small kiss on the lips.

"That is so sweet, " she whispered.

"Peter, " interrupted Wendy.  "You should get some rest.  We need to get
you back on your feet before Heather's birthday party.  She wants you
there more than anything in this world."

"Anything for my angel, " I whispered.  It didn't take long for sleep to
overtake me with all the drugs I was on.  All of my dreams from then on
were good ones.

                        *************************

After leaving the hospital a few days later, I ended up staying with
Heather and her family at their house while I finished my recovery.  My
mother claimed that she had no idea how to care for someone who just had a
concussion and when Heather's mom offered to take me in while I recovered
she accepted it in a heartbeat.

I was now on a lower dosage of pain medication so I was coherent most of
the day.  The pain was a dull throb but still prevented me from moving
around a lot.

Heather liked the opportunity to take care of me.  Her mom insisted,
however, to do the embarrassing things herself, like giving me sponge
baths and helping me to and from the bathroom.  I appreciated it greatly
even though I was still embarrassed.

A few days after arriving, Wendy came in to talk to me. I had come to
respect and trust her so much over the past week.  I was starting to feel
like she was the mother I didn't have.

Wendy came and sat down on the edge of the bed and took my hand and
stroked it softly.

"Peter, I want to have a talk with you about your mom, " said Wendy.

"What about her?" I asked getting angry again that she hadn't visited the
entire time I was in the hospital and over at Heather's recovering.  Even
Bobby and Heather's friend Jennifer had come to visit me.

"Peter, I have to do something about the situation with your mother.  It
is tearing you apart and it pains me to see you have to endure any more
pain than you already have with the injuries you sustained."

"What are you going to do?" I asked getting worried that she might want to
remove me from what little family I did have no matter how messed up it
was.

"Peter, I want to call Social Services and have her investigated.  They
will likely remove custody of you from her, " she said softly.

"No!" I screamed.  "That cannot happen.  She is all the family I have!"

"Peter you cannot continue living there.  It isn't healthy for you."

"Where the fuck am I supposed to go?" I yelled.  "An orphanage?  A foster
home?"

"Peter, please don't swear at me, " said Wendy softly, lovingly.  "You
would go into a foster home."

"I am not going to a fucking foster home!" I screamed.  "I won't ever get
to see Heather or you or Bobby again."

I began crying hysterically.  Wendy stroked my arm lovingly.

"Peter, I would be your foster mother, " said Wendy starting to cry.

"But how?" I asked still bawling.

"I have some connections that will make that happen.  Then when they
terminate your mother's parental rights, I will adopt you."

"Will I still be able to see my mother?" I cried.

"If you want, " said Wendy, a tear escaping her eye.  "Peter this really
is the best thing for you."

"Why would you want to do this for me?" I asked.

"Because I love you Peter.  I have grown very fond of you ever since you
met Heather.  The fact that you saved her twice from Tommy Cicero even
endears me more to you.  Whether you know it or not Peter, you have a kind
heart and so much beauty inside of you.  The fact that you don't receive
kindness and caring in your own household has limited you so much.  I want
to show you a new world, Peter.  I want to show you your potential.  You
can discover that with a loving parent like me."

"I really don't know if this is all right though, Wendy," I stammered.  I
didn't want to disappoint her but I also didn't want to lose my own
mother.

"Please, let me help you Peter, " she begged.  "You need me and frankly
your mother needs some time alone to sort out her life.  I am going to
look into getting her some help too."

"Really?" I asked.  My mom needed so much help. I knew she was using drugs
regularly and that she drank too much. She was living a very dangerous
life.

"Yes Peter, " said Wendy lovingly.  "You both will get the help you need
and I will gain a wonderful member of my family."

"What about Heather and I, " I asked in a panic.  Brothers and sisters
couldn't love each other the way that I loved Heather.

"You two are fine to continue on with your relationship the way you two
see fit.  She is not your natural sister so there are no problems."

"Wendy, I am so scared, " I muttered.  I started crying uncontrollably.
Wendy came and hugged me and held me for an hour and a half until I calmed
down.  It was then that I knew I had found the love and caring I needed.


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