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    Foster Care Love – (Chapter: ch 8)

     

    By lunch the house was filled to the brim with people, the barbeque was going and the smell of burgers and hot dogs drifted thru the entire area. All lot of adults, some looked like business men and women, not the type you consider part of some under ground gang while others were like me and Lucy, rebels and punks. There was some more teenagers from different high schools around Los Angles; we hung out with them quite a bit at parties so we knew most of them.

     

    “Okay every one quiet down,” Hue the leader of the west side called out, the house went dead silent as all eyes and ears turned to him and Susan, “Go ahead…” he sighed obviously knowing what was happening as he sat down after squeezing Susan’s shoulder for reassurance as she stood up.

     

    “Today we asked all of you hear because we…” her voice broke for a second as she took a deep breath, “For you younger ones you have no clue has to what happened twelve years ago. All you have ever known is that we, the Lesbike Clan and the Cryptic Bloods have been rivals,”

     

    The Cryptic Bloods are straight people who despise anyone in same sex relationships, they’ve been around longer than our gang and they breed some of the most powerful people around.

     

    “A hundred years ago we came up with a truce, and up until twelve years ago it held firm with a few gay bashings but nothing to severe.”

     

    “What happened twelve years ago?” a male asked in the back of the group.

     

    “About fourteen years ago me and my wife,”

     

    “You’re married?” someone yelled out in disbelief as no one had seen Susan with anyone female or male.

     

    “Yes…no, I mean I was…no technically I still am.” She said her face scrunching in confusion and fear trying to find a right way to tell us what ever it was she had hidden deep with in the gang that only the leaders knew, “You all know that in our ways we find our lovers and our mates, which are two different things. Robin and I are lovers but as women we can’t have a child together so we found our mate, the one destined to us if we were straight, the man that completes the soul to create a soul. Looking in the Stones of Venus we were led to our mate, Hue,”

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