Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 8) - Sex Stories

Cherry the Cheerleader (chapter 8)

... they could have some private time and they would do the same for us in return. The understanding was perfect for all four of us and worked perfectly for many years. One Summer Saturday When the oldest four were nearly 8 years old, Amanda called to ask if I could take the kids for a few hours to the play ground nearby. I told her that I was more than glad to take them and I loaded up the minivan (an ugly necessity for large families on a tight budget) with the seven kids and headed for the playground. En route to our destination, we stopped at the ‘infamous’ intersection. It had been changed years ago and, to my knowledge, there had not been an accident there since they fixed it; certainly not one with any serious injuries. While waiting for the light to change, I reflected on the events from what seemed another lifetime yet, not that long ago. I remembered Katie and realized that she had not ‘visited’ my dreams in years—before Nichole was even born. I missed her in that moment and wondered ‘where she was’ and ‘how she was doing’. The light turned green and I barely noticed but began driving as if on autopilot. The sound of tires passing quickly over rumple strips snapped me out of ...

... my semi-trance and I saw a large bus coming to a rapid halt. Fortunately, the driver of the bus managed to stop before the light. I continued driving, shaking my head at the other driver’s inattention (while chastising myself for almost doing the same thing). We got to the park and the kids were so excited that they poured out of the van as soon as I put it in park. The seven of them had the park all to themselves and I took a seat on a bench to soak up some sun and watch them play. A short time later, I saw Katelyn on the swings but she wasn’t really swinging; she just sat there. A feeling of severe déjà vu came over me; I went to see if she was ok. “Katelyn, sweetie? Is everything ok?” I asked. She nodded her head while looking at the ground and replied, “I think so.” I asked, “Why aren’t you playing with your sister, brother and cousins?” With a look of confusion, she said, “I’m trying to remember something—a dream I had, I think.” I waited for her to continue and she said, “I dreamed of today before…a long time ago. I remember you were here. And we sat on the swings here—like we are now. And, I could hear them playing, but they weren’t here. What do you think that means?” The End