EMANCIPATED

a true story of how we became agoraphobic

Desiree' Michelle Hart was born 2:52 AM on a frosty Monday morn. Dear old Dada always said, "Everybody hates Mondays, and its baggage is dread."

The umbilical cord was wrapped tightly around Dessi's throat. She never whimpered. The parents claim she was already blue and the Holy Father was standing in the Delivery to give the last rights. The attending junior physician was cleaning the work station when he unwrapped the cord and heard a whimper. Desiree' began to gain color. She lived!

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I was born, Eternity Rochelle Hart, with no grand complications and barely an acknowledgement within the following minutes. The attending physician snipped the cord, tied it and handed me to my mother who barely looked at me. She was overcome by Desiree' and her beauty. Dear Mom spent an hour breastfeeding her "miracle baby" while I was fed with a bottle by one of the nurses.

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I couldn't pronounce Desiree' so I called the adored child Dessi which stuck like all the positives did while I attracted all the negatives. Dessi and I, although as alike as oil and water, clung together and created havoc wherever we ventured. 

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We both got ourselves permanently suspended from junior high school, and at fifteen years of age, our parents emancipated us and kicked us out.

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We falsified our birth certificates and got jobs at a night club dancing erotically.

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The tips were huge and particular clients who were especially loaded decided it was in our best interest to give us savings bonds instead of cash when they discovered our true age.

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A special account was provided and that is what we currently live on and will continue to use as our means of support for as long as we exist.

We were assigned a money manager to prevent our squandering our means. 

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Mr Jerkough, his real name, lol, follows Des and I, before we became agoraphobic,  to finance our activities and report to his employers, the ones who provided the money in the first place.

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There is the grey haired gentleman who always sat close to the stage to watch Dessie and I perform our initial act together. He never smiled and studied us closely as if he was inspecting meat for dinner. Mr Trubadour demanded respect for us from the establishment and we got it. He donated nearly half a million to our education and our bonds.This money also will be put into stocks deemed appropriate by Mr Jerkough to be spread out across necessities should we marry. Our children, should we decided to have them, will be financially set for life and all interest goes into their designated accounts.

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The doctors Wren, Des and I playfully call them, are a married couple from Germany who talk a lot about the atrocities of the wars and the Hindenberg. They patronized the Twinned Peaks nightclub quite regularly, yes, both husband and wife. They always reserved a quiet table on the left side of the stage and requested Des and I dance with left hands extended. It was a difficult performance but we got the routine down pat and the Wrens were so pleased they donated a quarter of a million to our savings.

Reviews

[Vol]

Eternity,
I have no idea howq to respond to this story... are you twins?
Vol

[ETERNITY]

"Fraternal" as is already listed in my Bio. The story is only a beginning to an idea. Thank you, sir, for reading and commenting.