"Behind Closed Doors"

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"Behind Closed Doors"
Chapter 11


The next morning Angeline woke up to a delicious aroma of breakfast. After the previous night all she dreamt about was what she had wanted to happen before Carson and her were interrupted. She tossed in bed all night wanting his touch. How he managed to make her body want things she'd never craved before. As much as she wanted desperately to go downstairs and devour some breakfast she thought it was best to wait until he went off into his office. Angeline walked into the washroom and looked at herself as she stood before the mirror. She looked like shit. Dark circles danced around her tired eyes.

"Great." She mumbled. Angeline washed her face and brushed her teeth. Once she was done, she walked out the room to find Sabrina on her bed smiling.

"Someone had a ruff night." She stated with a smirk. Angeline wasn't about to discuss with Sabrina the naughty things she wanted to do to her father.

"Ah, yeah it was. I guess I had too much of the bubbly." Using the good o'l hangover trick.

"Hey, can I ask you a personal question? I mean you're like my sister now sort of. So I was hoping we could, you know, confide in each other." Sabrina said looking down at her hands. Sabrina had always wished to have had another sibling, the house was just too big for an only child.

Angeline wasn't sure she'd confide in Sabrina about certain things, but she'd be there for her for whatever she needed.

"Sure, Sabrina. Lay it on me." She said as she sat on the bed facing her.

"Have you ever been sexually attracted to another female?" Angeline's eyes widened, she wasn't expecting that type of question. She'd barely had sex with a guy to even consider a female.

"Sabrina, I..." Angeline tried to come up with an answer.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked you that." Sabrina said apologetically. Angeline wasn't offended by the question at all. She just wasn't sure how to answer.

"I'm a virgin..." She whispered. Sabrina looked up at Angeline. She was in awe that such a young beautiful attractive girl could fend off sexual urges. Angeline smiled as she knew she often got that reaction. Sure, she had run a few bases but not a home run just yet.

"How is that possible? I can't imagine not having sex. It's... It's such a beautiful experience. I'm just now curious about the women's side of things if you could say." Sabrina stated she felt a sense of relief knowing that Angeline had confided in her to tell her such a personal aspect of her life.

"Well, about being sexually attracted to females... Hum I haven't crossed the curiosity track just yet. But if you feel you need to explore that side I say go for it. You will find what pulls you Sabrina I'm sure of it." Angeline said giving Sabrina's hand a light squeeze. In return Sabrina smiled giving her a hug. Angeline chuckled hugging her back.

"God, I'm so lucky to have you here. I would have never been able to ask my mother something like this." Angeline wondered whether asking about Mrs. Cortez would be crossing the line. There were so many unanswered questions about Christen Cortez and the fact that the mention of her name upsets Carson in such a way.

"Sabrina, can I ask you something?" Angeline bit her lip as she prepared to cross that line. Sabrina enjoyed how they were getting to know and opening up to each other. She'd answer anything Angeline wanted to know.

"Of course! Shoot."

'Okay here goes nothing.' Angeline thought to herself. "What's up with your mom? It seems its pins and needles when I ask about her to your Dad." Angeline watched as Sabrina's body language went from happy go lucky to a girl who was hurting. Sabrina stood up and walked towards Angeline's vanity. Looking at herself in the mirror. She was the slitting image of her mother and she used to love that. Now she hated it. She was a constant reminder to her father because of her. She still could not fathom how she packed up and left not only her father but her only daughter without a better reason then needing a 'break'.

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