1. Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 09


    Date: 10/18/2015, Categories: Diary, Male/Female, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    to get him to do. If my dad took his medicine like he should have, he would still be alive." "I'm sorry, honey," I said, slipping my arms around her and embracing her with all the love and compassion I could muster. Lindsay sniffed her nose and eventually pulled away from me, her eyes glistening with moisture. "I wish he was still alive and there for you, your mom and your sisters." "I'll never forget the day he died," Lindsay mewed. "November 4, 2012... I had just saw him that morning. We were laughing and joking before I headed off to school. In the afternoon, when my sister and I got off of the bus and walked in the door, we found Dad laying on the sofa. Alison went over to rouse him, but there was nothing there. He would not wake up. Then, she noticed his eyes were open, but there was... it was the blankest stare. He was gone." "I called Mom... she was at work. I was frantic; I did not know what else to do. Alison was screaming and crying in the background. Mom told me to call 9-1-1 immediately, and she was coming home. It took like eight or nine minutes for the paramedics to get there. I always thought they should have been there a lot sooner. They tended to Dad, did a couple of things to try and revive him, but he was... gone. He was dead. There was nothing they could do. They told us that, me and Alison. They said they were calling the coroner and he should be there soon, but then just up and left. The paramedics left me, 17 at the time, and my 16-year-old sister ...
    alone with our father dead on the sofa. They just walked out the door and drove away..." "I would have raised all sort of problems with the city if I was there and knew you back then," I told Lindsay. I had heard that particular story from her probably a hundred times by now, but each instance it never failed to get me incredibly angry. I would invariably ball my fists - like now - and tremble. "I would have been calling for those paramedics' jobs. How could they possibly leave two teen-age girls in a situation like that? They should have stayed and did whatever they could to offer you and your sister help." "It was the cruelest thing anyone has ever done to me," Lindsay quaked. "I never understood it. I did hear those paramedics got into trouble. My uncle saw to it." I brought Lindsay into my arms once again, but this time actually pulled her down into a seated position with me upon the sand. She rustled about for a bit, but seemed to find the most comfortable position atop my lap. Lindsay settled there and hooked an arm around my neck for support. I held and rocked her gently, lovingly, kissing her forehead for added emphasis and caring. "Tell me a story about your dad," I requested. "Tell me something you have never told me before." "Why?" "Because I want to hear it," I simply answered. "C'mon, honey. Just think of something... anything. I know how much you enjoy talking about your father and sharing memories of him. I want you to tell me something about him." Lindsay seemed ...
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