Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... man in Hollow Creek.

Pete remembered the first time Daisy brought him home to meet her father. He sat at the head of the table and just stared at him. After dinner, he made Pete join him on the porch. There he smoked his pipe and asked him about his people and what he wanted with his Daisy. Pete couldn’t formulate the words then, and even now he faltered. All he wanted was to be a part of her shine, that light Daisy carried that drew people to her. But that was a long time ago. They were different people now.

Removing his cap from his head, he stuffed it into his back pocket. Reverend Johnson turned and spotted him. He froze mid-sentence.

“Hi—hello, Reverend Johnson, sir.”

“Pete?” He took off his glasses.

“Yes, sir.”

Reverend Johnson put down his bible. His hands had a slight tremble and his eyes glistened. Pete hadn’t been back to the Hollow since he left Vegas. He showed up at his brother’s in Louisville and hid out. He hasn’t even seen his own mother. He just couldn’t return home since everything would remind him of Daisy.

“Where’s Daisy, Pete? Is she with you?” the Reverend asked looking past him to the closed church doors.

Pete’s heart sank. He had hoped that her family would have heard from her, or at least knew what became of her. Now he knew his threat had driven her from her home. No matter what happened between them, he had no right to do that to her. “No, sir. She isn’t.”

In that moment it seemed Daisy’s father aged. He had a weathered, ...

... pained look in his eyes and his shoulders slumped. He took a step back and sat in the minister’s chair, the one he sat in every Sunday. Pete wondered if it gave him comfort now. He walked down the purple-carpeted isle.

“Have you heard from her?”

The Reverend shook his head.

“Sir.”

“What happened to my daughter, Pete? When you took off from here, what happened to her? She called me and said she was coming home with you, boy!”

Pete had to look away. He didn’t know she’d called home. He swallowed hard. It took a moment to speak, a moment to say anything. “We went to Las Vegas.”

“And?”

“We were going to try to win some money. Daisy and I had plans to go to Port Angeles. To get married. She knew you wouldn’t approve. She didn’t want you to stop us.”

“Is she alive?”

“Yes, sir. Yes. I mean it’s not like that.” But in truth, she could be dead and he wouldn’t know it. Somehow, though, he felt in his heart he would.

“What happened to her in Vegas?”

Pete’s head dropped. He focused on the carpet. “We met this man and he offered us money. A deal. He wanted… we, um, agreed to what he wanted. It went wrong. Daisy and I had a fight, and in anger I left. I left her there.”

The Reverend just stared at him.

“I’m sorry, sir. I just assumed she would come home. I had no idea.”

“Six months, son? It’s been six months and you wait until now, to come here? Why didn’t you call me? I could have gone and brought her home.”

“I don’t know, sir. I was angry. Full ...