Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 09 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 09

... sky - to the high Heavens - but I was talking to Dad like he was right next to me." "What did you say to him?" I asked, massaging her neck with a gentle hand. She shrugged her shoulders and responded, "I don't quite remember everything, honestly. I told him I loved him, I missed him. I asked him if he remembered our family hiking up this long path 12, 13 years earlier. I told him, even though I never got to say it while he was alive, how much I looked forward to coming here to the park with him each and every week as I got older and grew up. He would let me feed the ducks, we would go on hikes, bike rides, have picnics... rent a paddle boat and go out on the lake for hours on end." "I told Dad that I was going up this hill for him, and him only. When I got to the top, I actually laid down in a patch of snow and cried for at least a half-hour. I just kept talking to him. I would not stop. I even remember yelling at him because he refused to take his medicine, and that was a major contributing factor to his heart attack." "All of a sudden, that hill - where I have never seen anyone else in all the times I've been there - was OUR hill. It belonged to me and my dad. I'm not quite sure how many people even know it exists, because it is in such an off-beat area of the park. I promised my dad that day that whenever I went to the park in the future, I was going to hike up that hill just for him. I stayed there for until it got so cold that I had to walk back down and get into the ...

... warmth of my car." "How many times have you been back to it?" "Several times," she nodded. "The last time, I actually went with Trish when we visited there in July 2013. I told her the story. Trish and I spent the whole day picking blackberries, then we took them home to Mom for dinner." I smiled at her. "There is no doubt in my mind, honey, that your father is so proud of you right now. I like to kid around with you, be foolish and frisky with you, but you are such an outstanding young woman... a truly wonderful human being. You're everything anyone could ever ask for." "My dad is proud of me, and he is also happy with the life I have now," she chirped. "He told me so!" "Oh? How is that?" "Whenever I talk to my dad - especially like, say, if I go visit his grave site back in Ohio - I get into discussions with him," she mused. "I know it may sound silly, but when I talk and say something to him, I oftentimes hear his voice in my head responding to me." I brought her even closer with my arm as Lindsay added, "Maybe I'm crazy, I don't know, but I like to think that it is his spirit communicating with me." "Many people go to the cemetery and have conversations with deceased loved ones," I assured her. "You're not crazy at all." I smiled at her yet again. "What does your father say to you, honey?" "Dad likes you!" she chirped, her expression now vibrant and happy. "Dad likes you a lot, Jeremy. He did not approve of you at first, but I talked to him one day at the cemetery for a real ...