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Nothing More!!!! Annabelle's Introduction The following tale centers around a sixteen year old girl by the name of Annabelle Flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very respectful teen, that saw only the brighter sides to life despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the first thirteen years of her life had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many years finally divorced. The thirteen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken father gave her a tight hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been cruel enough, barely two weeks later her father would parish in a devastating multiple-car asian pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well. For a few years Annabelle's mother managed to keep their lifestyle fairly normal, but her former husband's death had been more shocking than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking problem that for the most part she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many businesses, including the clothing factory Annabelle's mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a small two bedroom house on the outskirts of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the young Annabelle, who managed to keep her sweet charming personality, anal even when her own mother' was beginning to spiral into depression. It would take a little over a year for the area to begin to recover, by which time Annabelle would become aware of her mother's growing problem. Chapter One Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her morning jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The painful memories of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed help still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an Alcoholic anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long burgundy blonde hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn's sun, as she ran down the narrow country road that bordered the backside of her neighborhood. Though young, Annabelle's body looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts. At only five foot three inches in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone skin, with angel green eyes that ensnared your soul with a simple smile. Her breasts were a large 34D that were very firm to the touch, along with a well defined curve of her amble bottom. All of which was drawing her a lot of attention as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding communities also used these roads as jogging routes. Whether it be male or female, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her body's features irresistible to them. The soft beat amateur of pop-music playing within her ears, had the young girl a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another woman coming from the other direction. "I'm terribly sorry," Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help the older woman back to her feet. Without warning the woman lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to pull back defensively raising her arm. "Oww!" Annabelle cried out as the woman's fist slammed into her thigh, at first unable to comprehend the odd object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a teen small syringe whose plunger had been fully depressed. "What was...," Annabelle words began fading as her world begun spinning around her. A sensation of falling hit just pov before the void of nothingness consumed her leaving her unconscious. The woman nervously raked her shaky hands through her short blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within sight. Her name was Teresa and she was simply perfect in her crop top and tight jeans. And I was sure as anal hell to say I had learned teen my lesson, and learned it well. I kiss her, deeply and passionately. "You know your mother has some health issues. I put my arms around Dakota, pulling her into me tightly. He continued to fight, looking inwardly for his magic, but in vain. She just Hell… I thought it was great.” he said. pov She began playing with her breasts and nipples, still watching me. One hand travelled down between her thighs, and I watched, asian mesmerised, as she began to stroke her clit and fingering herself, moaning softly. Amy nodded. amateur It kind of made me jealous, but proud at the same time.