Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... and go inside with the young woman. “Where to now, Mr. Keane?”

“Airport.”

Aiden removed his phone, punched in numbers and pressed it to his ear. “Donovan, the kid might be your next lead. Make sure there’s someone tailing him.” He closed the phone and dropped it in his pocket. There was some truth in what Pete said about not giving Daisy credit. They’d all underestimated her A year, two, three, it didn’t matter how long he’d find her. Of that he was sure.

***

The ocean was something to behold at sunset. It was indeed the best time of day for her. Daisy walked through the shadowy palms and stepped out into the sands. She picked up the hem to her long skirt as the tiny grains sent pricks of heat through the balls of her feet. The sea wind had a salty freshness as it blew her hair back off her shoulders. She wore it wild lately. She liked it free and loose without chemicals. And it was growing past her shoulders. The doctor told her that it was her hormones. She was inclined to believe him.

Walking out to the shore, she squinted at the faint hint of a sailboat along the coast. Every time she saw a yacht or boat, her mind and heart would offer her little release. But she was stronger now. The past was where she left it. Daisy was gone. She moved her hand with the round smooth mound of her belly. She wasn’t a preacher’s kid, a girlfriend, a whore. Daisy smiled. “I’m a mother.”

She lifted her eyes to the soft radiance of the sun as another balmy breeze wafted over her and blew her skirt east. Six months pregnant, three more to go, and she would have the life she’d never dream. A life on her terms.