Love Stones, Saving the Billionaire

By Olivia Hampshire

Debbie Brown was a school girl growing up in Springfield, Massachusetts. She knew that she wanted to do big, big things one day. That's the way her father brought her up with all of his support, that is how she became the first, nonpublic, Navy Seal. ( that's Top Secret ).

Harriet Rothchild grew up on the other side of the country in liberal, pot smoking San Francisco. Her father was a successful, rich, immigrant businessman and he taught Harriet how to make money. Big money.

Harriet didn't know it was possible, but she fell in love with the woman of her dreams. This woman was a smart, Texas hard, business adventurer and she and Harriet were headed to the stars, until......

The sky fell down.

This is how Brown, Debbie Brown and Harriet came together. And, watch out. They both know how to spell PAYBACK.

• Language: English
• Publisher: SB Books
• Release date: Aug 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386605164

Olivia Hampshire

Olivia Hampshire loves writing about the adventures of women in this modern, complex world that is so male oriented and controlled.  Olivia Hampshire loves to write about love and the sexual experiences of men and women. At an early age, Olivia discovered that many people on the planet do not like to talk about sex at all.  Yet each and every one of us are a result of two or more people getting naked, hot and bothered and having sex beyond the wildest imaginations of most of the children produced by these wonderful excursions of passion.  When telling her friends and family that she pens stories of wild, lesbian sex adventure and international political sex affairs, often peoples faces appear to be appalled.   Yes, Olivia Hampshire graduated from an Ivy League school in New England dominated by nervous little boys that drank lots of beer, and feared beautiful women.  Olivia, being one of the most beautiful women in the world, loved women also.  She met her partner, also a women, in an Ivy League, graduate school program where they feel in love, moved to Vermont, adopted 5 children and live happy ever after.  Olivia, her partner the Doctor, and their children love the mountains of Vermont, their travels to all of the continents of the world as well as many long weekends in Manhattan shopping and watching people.

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Meet Brown, Debbie Brown. 

International, Undercover Bad Ass

Brown, Debbie Brown.

Debbie Brown is one of the most beautiful women in the world.

Red Hair 

5' 9¨ 

36-24-36

Former Navy Seal ( the first woman navy seal, top secret ).

Skilled in  Judo and Karate

Harvard Degree

Doctorate from Dartmouth College

Proficient in 7 languages

On the payroll of Harriet Rothschild, the richest lesbian in the world.

Drives a BMW Zagato Coupe.

Her Jet ( actually Harriet Rothchild's jet) is a GULFSTREAM II-SP (look it up).

Always dressed to the 9s. 

Debbie Brown saved Harriet Rothschild's life one night from a disastrous death in Kenya.  Harriet, having more money and education than God, vowed to use her funds and connection to make the world a better place for all.  Debbie Brown agreed to lend a hand as long as the funding was very large and bountiful, always. 

Home of Harriet Rothschild

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Hi there, I'm Olivia.

I hope  you Enjoy,  Love Stones.  I hope you enjoy it enough to take the time to leave an honest review. Please do.

Thank you very much,

Olivia Hampshire

Welcome to, Love Stones.

by Olivia Hampshire

This is the first part of a collection of 16 short stories. The first book, Love Stones, is a trilogy that introduces you to our main characters. In Part 1 of the trilogy you will meet Brown, Debbie Brown and you will see first hand how she went from school girl to the CIA. In Part 2 of the trilogy, you will meet her associate Ms. Harriet Rothchild, Billionaire.

In Part 3 of the trilogy, you will see how the two met and what lead them to stay together to continue to have adventures all over the world.

Part 1 of the Trilogy

Hardened Innocence, From School Girl to CIA

by Olivia Hampshire

Chapter One, Walking to School

Debbie was struggling with the buttons on her blouse. It seemed like she had grown out of her clothing almost over night. The bottom buttons worked just fine, but as she moved up to the top she was having to tug at the fabric of the white button down to get it close enough together. When she finally got the shirt done up, she went to check herself out in the mirror and almost burst into tears. Her shirt was buttoned alright, but it was popping open at the chest. She looked like one of the women on the cover of the magazine she had once found tucked under the passenger's seat of her dad's car. She had only gotten a quick glance before her father, red as a beet in the face, snatched it out of her hand and mumbled something about how his friend must have left that there, but she remembered the image well. A voluptuous younger woman dressed in an ill fitting school uniform, the buttons on her shirt about to fly off as her ample cleavage pressed hard against the seams. Debbie felt like she was looking at that woman now in the mirror, except she was much, much younger and she had bright red hair, not a bleached blond.

She rubbed the tears away that had accumulated under her eyes. She wasn't the type to cry. She was a brave girl. A fierce girl, who lived up to the reputation of a red head. She was thin and wiry, but over the past few days she had sprouted a pretty massive rack. She was the first girl in her sixth grade class to develop breasts, and boy were these honkers. Her parents had been so busy the past two weeks, somehow no one had noticed the changes Debbie was undergoing and taken the time to buy her a bra or even to talk to her about what was happening. She sniffled, messed around with her top for a few minutes futilely, and then put a knit blazer on over her shirt to hide her burgeoning breasts. The knit top fit snug, much snugger than Debbie remembered, and she found herself almost bursting out into tears once again. She sucked it up and put on her short blue skirt and the high white stockings. She put on her shoes, and then went to the bathroom to apply the sparse makeup her Catholic school allowed. They could wear a sheer powder and lipstick. Some girls put on mascara, but they got detention if caught.

In spite of the fact that her hormones were obviously working over time, Debbie had beautiful, clear skin and she felt little need for the powder. She did take advantage of the lipstick, however, and put on a bright red pout that accentuated her beautiful, natural ginger hair. She fussed one last time with her top before giving up and heading down to the kitchen. The kitchen was in a storm. In the midst of it, Debbie spied a bowl of lukewarm oatmeal with some sliced bananas and cinnamon on top. It had been mellowing out for the past fifteen minutes while Debbie had been messing with her clothes, and to her distressed mind it looked more like mush than a heart healthy breakfast, but Debbie wasn't one to complain. Especially with the tailspin going on around her.

There were clothes and files sprawled out everywhere and her mother and father were running around like chickens with their heads cut off trying to get their lives in order. Have you seen my black socks? her father was repeating over and over again to no one in particular. I need my black socks. The other socks aren't high enough, you know you can't show leg in a business meeting! Her dad typically worked from home and although he woke up early every day to shower and dress nice, he wore a relaxed business causal with khaki pants, a short sleeve polo, and loafers. He rarely left the house for any reason, but had been notified last night that he needed to appear in downtown Boston for an important meeting at 9 am sharp. He had been taken off guard, and he was now trying to put it all together at the last minute. Debbie's mom was a high powered attorney, and she was typically off and at work before Debbie even made it down to breakfast. She was running late today as she scrambled to help her husband get it together.

Catch! Debbie's mom shouted, and she threw a bunched up pair of black socks across the table to her father. Now I gotta run, she yelled. She hopped over to Debbie and gave her a big kiss on her cheek, leaving a stain of pink lipstick. Then she gave her husband a big, fat kiss on the lips, smacked his chest, and told him he would do great. With that, she was off and out the door, the sound of her car engine roaring seconds later.

Hey there Debbie do-good, her dad greeted her, suddenly noticing she was in the room. He frowned, Shit, errr, excuse my language sweet heart but somehow we forgot all about getting you to school! Debbie shrugged. She had been waiting for years to walk herself to school anyway. The school was only four blocks away from her family home, and she was ready to walk herself there since the third grade. Her over protective father, however, had a different opinion about that, and he had always walked her there, hand in hand, every single morning without fail. It wasn't that he didn't trust his daughter, he knew she was a good girl and he was sure she would be able to navigate the measly four blocks to school. It was the boys and the men he was worried about. There were all sorts of predators out there, and he would never risk his daughter getting into some sort of trouble. It looked like this morning was going to be an exception.

No problem, Dad. I can walk to school myself today, Debbie said, a smile crossing her face. Suddenly she had forgotten all about her wardrobe malfunction and she had something really neat to look forward to. That's a negatory, Deb, her dad said, I can drop you off on my way to the meeting. He took a look down at his wrist watch and nearly spit out his coffee. Oh shit, err, sorry, sorry. I gotta go, I'm going to be late! Debbie pointed at her bowl of oatmeal. I'm not even done eating dad, besides, my school is in the opposite direction. Why don't you just let me walk there myself this one time. You need to get to that meeting, ASAP! Debbie's dad knew he was backed into a corner. He had no time to argue with his young daughter. If he left right now and sped he might just make it in time for the big meeting. If he waited to drop Debbie off at school he was going to be late for sure. He glared at her sharply, expressing his deep disapproval, and then gave in.

Be safe, kiddo. Lock the door behind you, he gave her a big kiss and he was off on his way. Good luck, Dad! Debbie shouted after her father. She had a few quiet minutes left to herself. She gave the rest of her oatmeal to the family dog, a small and cute Yorkshire terrier, and she poured herself a bowl of Reese's puffs. Her dad kept them hidden way in the back of the cupboard, behind a bunch of old dry goods. Her mom was a health nut, and he would never let on that when she was gone at work he was chowing down on sugary sweet kid's cereal. But Debbie knew most her dad's secrets. He was a great guy, but he was a bit absent minded and his love for Debbie covered all sins. She poured herself a big bowl, picked up the unread newspaper on the table, and chomped on some peanut buttery goodness while she read the New York Times Monday edition, feeling like a real grown up.

Debbie was only eleven, and it was actually truly amazing how mature she was. A lot of eleven year olds couldn't even fold a newspaper properly to read it, but Debbie had watched her parents do it a hundred times and she knew how to imitate them. She was a resident of Springfield, Massachusetts. She lived in one of the most liberal, well educated states in the entire U.S. and she was no dummy. Although less well-known than Boston or Cambridge, Springfield was actually the third largest city in Boston, and the fourth largest city in New England. Known as The City of Firsts, Springfield was also the birth place of basketball, invested by James Naismith. The Basketball Hall of Fame is located in the city as a celebration and remembrance of the beloved game's history. It was, generally speaking, a safe place to live and grow up. In recent years the number of dope fiends had been on the rise, but they were usually located closer to the city's large bus terminal and far away from Debbie's scenic suburban sprawl. It would only be long after Debbie left her home town that the heroin epidemic spread into the wealthy suburbs and overtook the entire city. For now, it was idyllic—a great place to raise a family. Dr. Seuss, better known as Theodor Geisel, had been born in Springfield, and as a toddler Debbie remembered his colorful cartoons on her wall. She had grown out of the Lorax and the Cat in the Hat since then and her wall was now painted a bright yellow and had pictures of her favorite teen idols hanging on it.

She was a real grown up, alright, and now it was her chance to really prove it walking to school all by herself. Debbie knew the route well. It was a nice little walk that took her through the local park. Harmless in every way. She finished up her last bite of chocolate peanut butter puffs, gave the Yorkie the milk to lap up (forgetting dog's really shouldn't be eating cacao), and neatly folded the newspaper. She rinsed off the cereal and oatmeal bowls, put them in the dishwasher, pulled out her spare set of keys from the kitchen drawer, and got ready for her day. Backpack, check. Number 2 pencils, check. Homework, check, check. She was ready to go! Just as she was setting to head out, she heard the phone ring. It was a loud ring, it seemed to convey a sense of urgency, almost knocking the kitchen phone off of the wall. Debbie had been taught never to answer the phone when her parents were not there. Although she had been taught to always say her mommy or daddy was in the shower if someone came to the door while they were gone, they thought it was best to not even risk answering the phone. But something about the shrillness of the ringing made Debbie go ahead.

Hello, Brown residence, Debbie answered. Debbie, oh sweetie, I am glad you picked up! It was her dad on the other end, his voice sounded worried and choked up. What's wrong, Dad? His voice sounded tearful, I was just hoping to catch you before you go off to school. I'm worried about you. Are you sure you are okay? Should I call the neighbor, Miss Munn, and have her walk you over? Debbie reassured her dad she was fine. She couldn't believe he was crying over this. Don't worry about me dad, get into that meeting! I will be fine! Her dad marveled at how mature his little girl was. She was really growing up. He had been so distracted that morning he hadn't even noticed that she was also really growing out. I love you Debbie boo boo, he told her, giving a kiss sound into the receiver. Love you too, dad, Debbie told him before hanging up and heading out the door.

It was a beautiful, warm day outside. The sun was already up in the sky beaming down brightly on the denizens of Springfield. A picture perfect day for the first walk to school on her own. Debbie smiled. Had she grown up today, she might have pulled out her cell phone to take a selfie. She would have posted it on Instagram with the hash tag #AllGrownUp. But this was long before Instagram, so she took a photo in her mind.

Debbie was off on her way, whistling a theme song from her favorite television show as she walked, admiring all of the New England beauty around her. When she got to the park, she was excited to see some of the most popular boys at the school were there, including Greg Taylor. Debbie had a bit of a crush on Greg. He was one of the hottest guys in the local middle school and when Debbie went on walks with her dad or met her girl friends to play in the park they would often stop and watch Greg and his friends if they were out playing basketball. When they were lucky they boys would take off their shirts. That was usually when her dad remembered that they needed to go home and feed the dog or some other silly chore. The basketball court was surrounded by two high cement walls, and as Debbie got closer she saw that the boys were not playing a morning session of hoops. They were crouched low to the ground in a huddle.

Wondering what they were looking at and secretly fearing it was some sort of dead animal or a poor frog they were poking with sticks, Debbie neared the boys. They all lived together in the small neighborhood and they knew who Debbie was. As she approached, Greg looked up and greeted her. Hey there, Debbie, right? he asked. Debbie blushed, happy that the cool kids knew her name. Why don't you come over here? I want to show you something. The boys weren't looking at any dead animal, they were looking at some live beaver. One of the boys had found a Playboy magazine in his dad's den, and he had brought it out to share with his chums.

Debbie was hesitant. Something about the boys' smiles made her shiver. She didn't know what it was exactly, but something seemed off. There was a feeling of danger and tension in the air, and a smelly musk, the scent young males generate when they are both highly aroused and aware they are breaking the rules. Ummm, Debbie hesitated, I don't know. My dad told me to go straight to school. Maybe I will see you guys later, she murmured. Her sixth sense was activated and she was feeling a bit scared. Oh come on, Debbie, Greg encouraged her, you got some time to get to school. I'll walk with you, in fact. But we just want to show you something cool. Greg looked so handsome and the word cool clicked off the alarm in Debbie's brain like magic. Cool. Of course she wanted to be cool. What little girl didn't want to be cool?

Okay, Debbie said, walking over to the group. She was shocked by what she saw. It was a magazine full of women. They looked like the women on the cover of that magazine she had found hidden in her dad's car, but these women didn't have on anything more than socks and some skimpy underwear. They had big tits hanging out like udders. Debbie looked around in a panic, and she noticed the boys' pants were all tight with some sort of lump bulging in them. Umm, I gotta go, she said in a hoarse voice and broke into a brisk trot away from the boys. She had thought they were such nice kids. What on earth were they doing? She wasn't sure, but she knew she wanted to get away from those bulging khakis.

Before she could get too far, Debbie felt hands on her wrists. Then a pair of arms around her waists. Two of the boys had grabbed her arms and Greg was hugging her from behind. Come on, Debbie, Greg chided as they pulled her towards the cement wall. The boys pushed Debbie against the wall and then cornered her, forming a tight semi-circle around her. Their eyes looked hungry and animalistic, their pants looked