Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 7) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 7)

... nervously. Finally he spoke, “You’re going to think I’m crazy; maybe I am…” He glanced at me momentarily before continuing, “She told me to come find you—that you’d be here.” I said, “So the nurse did tell you my name and where I work? That’s ok: I actually don’t mind…” Bill interrupted, “No; not the nurse—She wouldn’t tell me anything.” Confused, I asked, “Who told you…?” Bill said weakly, “Katie.” “What?” Bill said, “It sounds insane: I know. But my daughter has been telling me in my dreams every night to come and find you. She told me your name; that you work here.” I was in complete disbelief and asked Bill, “What is this? Is this some kind of joke? Who are you, really?” Bill said, “Believe me: This is no joke—It would be easier if it was! You have no idea how much I hoped that, when I showed up here the first time, the guys here would tell me they never heard of any ‘David Mann’. When they confirmed you worked here I cried all of the way home.” My head was swimming and I felt like I needed to sit down. Bill wasn’t giving me time to process what he was telling me and continued to tell me that Katie wanted him to find me and thank me ‘in person’ on her behalf for staying with her as I had promised. He finished talking and all I could do was stare at him in silence and disbelief. Logical explanations began to come to me. Any number of nurses or doctors at the hospital could have told him my name and where I worked. The guys here at the station could have told him about ...

... me staying with Katie—Or if he found the crew that worked the life flight, they could have told him the same thing. Then, a very logical (and probable) explanation came to mind. I said, “I think maybe you overheard people at the hospital talking about what happened.” He shook his head and I continued, “You were overwhelmed with grief at the time and their words didn’t register to you at that time. But those words were heard; if only subconsciously. When you slept, they came out of your subconscious and that’s how you knew my name. That’s how you found me.” Bill thought for a second and said, “No, I don’t think that’s it. I mean, it sounds good, but there is more to it than that.” I was closing my mind to the idea and said, “That’s got to be the answer, Bill. I’m sorry: I wish it was possible, but…” He cut me off saying, “Katie told me to tell you something if you didn’t believe me. I’m not sure I understand this, but she told me to tell you that she likes cherries? I don’t get that because her favorite flavor was always strawberry.” I thought for a second and asked, “Do you mean Cherry—as in my girlfriend, Cherry?” Bill said, “Maybe; I don’t know.” I was ready to kick the ass of whoever told a stranger about my Cherry, but then Bill said, “There was one more thing she told me to tell you, but it makes no sense at all to me.” On the verge on anger, I asked, “What’s that?” He said, “She said to tell you that she’s glad she is alone on the playground. Does that mean anything to ...