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Subject: {ASSM} Sonuachara 9 (ff rom teen)
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Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2006 00:10:03 -0500
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Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
sarcasm.  If you're underage, or if for any other reason it's illegal 
for you to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't 
read it.

Archived at http://prudence.pele.cx, and we've got a web-forum at
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Velvet
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Zoe was rubbing liniment into Brenna's leg when Trina showed up the next
morning. She'd been afraid she'd end up grounded if the jackass was home,
so she'd asked Trina to check on Brenna, just in case, and let her know
what had happened if she wasn't there.

She frowned, disturbed. Trina looked like she hadn't gotten much, if any,
sleep. "What happened?" she asked. "You get shit for being out so late?"

"Huh?" Trina blinked sleepily. "Oh. No. I had some stuff I had to do."She
knelt down beside Brenna. "Hey, I brought you something."

The little girl looked at her, her face showing the strain of the cramping
muscles from the previous day's therapy session. "Huh?"

Trina pulled a teddy bear out of the bag she was carrying. "Here. His
name's Mikey. He'll help keep you safe." Zoe suspected she knew why Trina
was so tired; the bear looked suspiciously hand-made.

Brenna's face brightened, and for a second she actually looked her age. "He
can keep my allacorn company," she said, smiling as she tucked the bear in
beside the little white winged unicorn already on the bed. "That way she
won't be lonely when I go to the doctors."

She bit her lip, looking up at Zoe. "That's okay, isn't it, Zoe?"

Zoe nodded, rubbing more of the salve into the little mangled leg. "Of
course it is, sweetheart."

Trina set a jar and a piece of paper down on the bed. "Here. This is for
her leg. And these are the recipes."

Zoe wiped her hands on her jeans and tucked the paper into her pocket.
Opening the jar, she sniffed it curiously. Whatever was in it obviously
included mint, and, shrugging, she added it to what was already on the leg,
rubbing it in in long, smooth, professional strokes. The tension in the
muscles faded almost immediately, as if Brenna was hurting less, and Zoe
shot Trina grateful smile.

Trina smiled back. "Hey, I've got to go. I just wanted to drop Mikey off
for Brenna. I've got to stop by the hospital and then head home."

Zoe frowned again. "You safe to drive?"

"Yeah," Trina said. "Kinda tired, but I'll survive."

"You're _sure_ everything is okay?" Zoe asked.

"Yeah," Trina said, nodding. "Like I said, I just had to do some stuff last
night."

"Stuff?" Zoe asked. She looked down at Brenna. "Okay, sweety, you can get
your pants back on. I'll be right back, okay?" She stood and motioned Trina
to the door.

Out in the hall, she asked, in a whisper, "What stuff?"

"Just... stuff," Trina said, looking embarrassed. "You know."

Zoe's face softened. "Look... if you made the bear... thanks. That's...
damned sweet. But if something else kept you up... something bad... tell
me."

"No," Trina said, shaking her head. "Nothing bad. Nothing like what you're
thinking. Just... if you want to make sure you're getting it right, you
have to take the time to do it right, you know?"

"If you don't want to tell me, I won't push."

Trina sighed, smiling. "It was the bear, okay? And some other stuff that
I'm still working on."

"Okay," Zoe said, smiling back. "Try and drive careful for once, then,
huh?"

Trina looked blank. "But then what's the point?"

"Living is often considered good."

"Point." Trina smiled. "Need a hug?"

Zoe laughed and gave her a quick squeeze, one Trina hadn't expected, from
the look on her face. "Go on... do what you have to do, then get home and
sleep."

"Okay," Trina said. "See you later."

***

Sunday the jerk showed up at Zoe's foster home. In a bad mood. For once,
Zoe couldn't blame him, though; he'd apparently fallen into a patch of
poison ivy... and gotten so tangled up that it took him five minutes to get
out.

Needless to say, however, it wasn't a good night, and she was glad when she
was able to leave for school the next morning.

The rest of the week was fairly uneventful. She couldn't bring herself to
turn down Trina's invitations to lunch, though she didn't particularly
socialize.

Thursday, as they were on the way to the House, Trina asked, "Hey, I wanted
to ask... my birthday's next week, and I'm having a party. Will you come?"

Zoe hesitated, at a loss as to how to answer, and Trina said, "Please?"

She bit her lip, thinking of the people who were going to be there, then
sighed and nodded. "Okay. But I hate parties. It's nothing personal, I just
hate them. So I won't promise to stay long, but what I can tolerate, I
will."

"Thanks," Trina said, smiling. "It's Friday."

"All right," Zoe said. "Where and what time?"

"My house. People are supposed to start showing up around eight. If you
want, we could just head out there after work."

"I'll talk to Mary and George," Zoe said. "See if it's a problem."

"Okay," Trina said, smiling shyly. "Thanks."

Zoe shook her head and gave her a one-sided smile. "I don't know how you
talk me into shit like this."

***

Friday morning, Zoe was in a good mood. A really good mood. The night
before she'd come home to find that the jerk had been walking under a tree
limb just as it had broken. No real damage, but he had a headache from
hell. She'd spent the night avoiding him and trying not to snicker.

Then, on the way to school, she'd seen the first set of Brenna's potential
foster parents standing around their SUV. Their SUV with four flat tires.
Apparently someone had spilled a box of nails in the street.

Zoe was in a very good mood, indeed. The only thing marring it was the
nagging suspicion that Trina had talked to her mother's friends, and they
had had something to do with it. At the time, she'd thought she'd talked
Trina out of that by allowing her to help directly, but after seeing the
nails, she realized that Trina could have thought she was going to help in
_addition_ to calling her mother's friends. It was slightly irritating, as
a secret known by that many people wasn't a secret, and she made a note to
be more careful about getting explicit agreement in the future.

On the other hand, the guy had just gotten out as she walked by, and had
apparently stepped on a nail. Watching him hop around like that really
brightened her morning.

Over the course of the day, Zoe noticed that Trina seemed to be paying her
more attention than she'd have expected. She wasn't sure why, and it made
her slightly uncomfortable, but no one else seemed to notice, so she didn't
say anything; it might have been her imagination, though she didn't think
so.

That evening, she waited outside the hotel where she'd gotten the pictures.
She'd taken Trina's advice, and passed them on to the police after dabbing
out the boy's face with some acetone, so that they couldn't tell who he
was, along with a note that they'd be back that Friday.

She knew it wasn't a smart idea to be there, but her desire to watch them
get taken down overrode her common sense. She _needed_ to see it.

Shortly after the couple entered the room, half a dozen cop cars came
screeching into the parking lot. The cops busted the door down, and the
couple was led out in handcuffs, followed by a girl who looked about
thirteen. The man was screaming about 'entrapment', and 'if she's really
eighteen, we didn't do anything wrong', but the cops weren't listening.

They did, however, react when the woman made a grab for one of the guns.
Zoe hit the ground, diving behind a dumpster, and heard two shots, followed
by a scream.

When she peeked around the corner, the woman was sitting on the ground,
bleeding from a thigh wound, and her husband was being shoved into the back
of one of the cruisers without any real concern for his comfort.

So Zoe was smiling when she made it home. It didn't last long after that,
unfortunately, though it was close.

The good news was that it just wasn't the jerk's week. Not at all, not even
a little. Apparently, Zoe had no idea how, he'd managed to fall into an
open sewer. And hit his head again when he did, so that his headache was
back. And the poison ivy still wasn't gone.

The bad news was that he was in an unutterably foul mood, and he was taking
it out on her. There was no way to avoid him short of leaving, and she
didn't want to risk being moved because she'd pissed off her foster
parents, so she had no choice but to deal with it.

She was looking _forward_ to getting to the House the next morning.

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