Cabin at the Lake - Sex Stories

Cabin at the Lake

... middle-aged, just the beginnings of a belly but with the look of a man who enjoyed being physical. He wore a suit and a tie. He was dressed formally but felt informal, if that makes any sense. One felt as if it would be easy to sit down and have a conversation." I can see Donna and her brothers exchanging glances. "Yes," I continue with a nod. "I'm sure it was your father. You all look a little like him, especially the twins, same nose, same chin, same hair. I knew in the dream it was your father. We were in his study, walnut desk, an old-fashion green-shade banker's lamp, a leather office chair so old the leather was cracked. The seat was dented in such away, it was clear it fit this man's butt and no one else's." Donna's hand goes to her mouth. "He was standing beside the desk. He showed me a photo of the three of you as kids, posed as if you were about to fall off the dock." I nod. "The one right out there. He showed me a medal Donna won in gymnastics. As we were looking at it the world shimmered and we were there. Donna, you fell, off the balance beam. It dropped you from gold to silver." "That was the moment I knew I was never going to be an Olympic gymnast," she says in a soft voice. "That was my last competition." I turn my gaze toward her brothers. "I watched you play football, baseball. I could tell you specific instances, prove to you I was watching real events but I don't need to, do I?" They both shake their head. "And you watched me play college hockey in your ...

... dreams, didn't you?" I look at them, all of them, Jewel included. "I saw you. I was driving for the net, a power play, and the four of you were sitting with my parents. There is no way I could have seen you. When I played hockey nothing existed except the ice, the puck, and where I needed to move it. But I saw you, sitting with my parents." I look at Donna. "I would be willing to wager a large sum of money you can describe my parents, though you've never met them. Am I right? You were chatting away with them. You were telling them I was a wonderful doctor and ..." "And an even better person and they must be very, very proud of you," Donna finishes for me. I nod. "I saw you, Jewel," I continue. "You were in junior high. I've never heard of junior high, back east, we call grades six through eight middle school. But you were in seventh grade. You were crying because you had not made the drill team. That was bad enough but that wasn't why you were crying. You were crying because you knew what the teachers who were selecting the team were saying to each other. 'We can't..." "Do anything about letting the niggers into class but we can keep them off the squad," Julie whispers, eyes dry, voice steady. "I've taken care of those women, as patients. There all 'honey' this and 'you're the best' and they mean it but I still hear their voices saying that word. They don't say it anymore but they still think it. What they are really thinking is, 'Julie honey, you're the best nurse, for a ...