weeks before. Her professor asked the small group of students for their impressions on the project, and what questions they might add to the scope. The group discussed the project’s potential, how it could extend the literature and improve treatment plans, both in theory and practice.
Normally she would be the first one to engage and offer some suggestions. Today she was hesitant. Today she wanted to listen more than to share. She was not herself. She couldn’t claim to be as excited as she would normally be. At the end of the session, she packed up quickly and went home.
Her father phoned later that evening.
“Abby, sweetheart. How are you doing?”
“Hi Dad. Doing well.” She kept it to casual conversation. “I started my new placement at the hospital yesterday.”
“That’s great, honey. How did it go?”
“I enjoyed it a lot. Exactly what I see myself doing.”
“I’m happy to hear, love.”
“Is everything alright, Dad?”
“Yes, love. All is well here. I phoned to tell you about the car. The insurance company has approved your replacement vehicle.”
“That’s good. Do I need to come back to Sparks for it?”
“No, honey. I made arrangements for you to pick it up at a dealership close to you. You can take the rental back anytime this week. Just get there before five in the evening.”
“Okay. I’ll do that. Probably on my day off on Friday.”
“Great, honey.” Her father paused, listening to the silence. “Are you sure everything is okay with you? You sound a little down compared to the last time we spoke.”
“Things are fine, Dad. I shouldn’t complain. School is going well. I’m enjoying my hospital placement. Everything’s good.”
“Okay honey.”
“Can I ask you something, Dad?”
“Of course. Go ahead. What would you like to know?”
“Have you met someone? During the blizzard? ”
Her father laughed softly into the phone. “You know, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. Yes I did. I met a nice lady from the Tupperware group. She happens to live a few towns east of here.”
“That’s great, Dad. I’m so happy for you.”
“It’s very early, though, Abby. We’re getting to know each other. We’re not like you young folks. Everything takes more time with us. So far, she’s nice. I promise I’ll let you know if things get serious.”
“I hope it works out for you, Dad. Do you mind if I ask what her name is?”
“Carol. Carol Barts.”
“I hope it works out for you and Carol, Dad.”
“We’ll see, honey. Give it some time, and I’ll let you know.”
“Alright. Glad to hear your voice. I’ll pick up the car by Friday. Love you, Dad.”
“I love you, Abby. Keep that chin up. Talk to you soon, love.”
Abby hung up. She was pleased her father had found someone. He deserved to be happy. She went to bed, hopeful for him, and tried her best not to dwell on Andrew.
Chapter Five
ANDREW woke up the next morning. He was filled with regret. He caused all of it. He wished he go back and fix something, so the outcome didn’t have to be so catastrophic. Again, his past had a hold on his future. His mind drifted to Abby. He could still feel her touch on his chest, see the look in her eyes, and hear her sweet and sultry voice. All he had left was the memory of her. It was like one would imagine a ghost—there, but not really, something he could sense, but not touch.
Closing his eyes, he immersed in the fantasy of being with her. His hand reached down into his boxers. It was Abby’s tiny hands wrapped around his cock. She was whispering in his ear and telling him she wanted him. She told him she loved him. He inhaled and imagined her sweet smell. The botanicals of her shampoo, the perfume she had sprayed on her neck that night they were at dinner, and her own unique smell.
He could feel her lips kissing his neck, moving down with a trail of kisses on his chest, and further still, until her plump, juicy lips wrapped around his shaft.