The Phases of One's Life
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Chapter 58: My Side of the Story – Daphne I.1 – February
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 58: My Side of the Story – Daphne I.1 – February - A controlled corporate attorney wakes tied to her own bed by a naked stranger who knows her name and claims it’s “for your own good.” The young woman has been quietly tangled in her life for months—leaving signs, steering events, and creating a strange current between them. What follows is a tense night of revelations about the firm, the last six months, and unsettling supernatural abilities. Dry, first-person, focused on the emotional shift more than explicit detail.
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That pulling feeling that led me to Kate had been fading for a while. It was now completely gone. I knew it was time for me to leave. This party would be my goodbye to all the people I had grown to love. My job here was apparently finished. Near the end of the party I planned on having what I called “the talk” with Kate.
The party didn’t go exactly to plan, but I’ve learned over time to make most situations work in my favor. In the end, it had been a wonderful day. Everyone had a great time. The game was even entertaining. Cassie did a great job with the food. Kate and Jane each met their new friend and were getting along like I hoped. I was confident their lives would be changed forever. Several people had already left. That big rush to the door would be starting soon. My plan was to beat that rush. My final view of Kate would be her surrounded by people that loved her.
Kate was talking with her new friend. He just happened to be Tom Reynolds’ son. I didn’t go looking for Tom junior as someone Kate might develop an interest in. When learning more about Tom Senior I stumbled across his son in a family picture in their home. There was something about him. I found out he too was a lawyer. He joined Julian Reyes’ one-man firm. They quickly became friends and Tom Junior became a full partner of the now two-man firm. Tom specialized in business law where Jules specialized in criminal and personal injury law. I knew Tom Junior came from good parents and I felt the ambition to be out on his own showed initiative. I had my lawyers in the Cayman Islands set things up with Tom Junior and DAFKA. Things had worked out well. There had been no issues.
Plus, having watched Tom Senior treat Kate almost like a daughter made me feel Kate would be in good hands and always taken care of. I was confident around this time next year Kate would be well on her way to being part of Tom Senior’s family. Treating her like a daughter would be official then.
I interrupted Kate with Tom Junior, telling her we needed to talk. We made our way to the bedroom. Closing the door almost shut, I got straight to the point. “Kate, I’m leaving.” She immediately knew from my tone this was not a joke. She considered me for a second. She didn’t ask about the touching or the phasing in, me growing old and dying. She also got straight to the point herself, asking, “Why?”
I appreciated the calm directness of the question. But I could see the muscles in her face tensing. Her eyes starting to shine with moisture. I knew in the long run, as far as the rest of her life, none of this mattered, but I’d always done it this way. I knew it would matter to me in the long run.
I told her, “This is how it always goes. I know when it is time for me to leave. Something pulls me to a person.” Stopping for a moment, I said, “Actually something pulls me in a certain direction. Then I discover the person I’m supposed to help. You were not the first person I actually bumped into.” I tried to say it in a joking tone, but Kate would have none of it.
Continuing, “That feeling stays while I help. It starts to fade over time. And toward the end, when I’m no longer needed, it’s gone. That tells me it’s time to leave.” Watching her expression, it never changed. It wasn’t until then I realized how hard this was, for me. I’d never gone into this great of detail before. Usually it was just, “this is what I do and how it works.” But I felt Kate deserved more, the whole story.
Taking a breath I was about to start again, but Kate interrupted asking, “You don’t think I need you?”
“You don’t need me. I think you want me in your life, but you don’t need me in your life. You have a room full of people out there in your life that love you. They are going nowhere.” Her expression was starting to look hurt. I needed to make her understand.
I started talking in what I knew was a calming voice. “Let me explain. I know you will understand.” Kate didn’t say anything, just looked at me, her expression softening slightly.
“I’ve never told my whole story before, to anyone. All the things I already told you are the truth. Even most of that I’ve never told anyone before.” It was my turn to look and feel confused. It was true, the things I already told her I’d never told anyone before. It took a moment to gather myself. Kate stayed motionless, just watching me.
Finally, taking a breath, I started again. Telling her the lightning story was one hundred percent true. Everything I ever told her up to the point of parting with the man carrying the cross was completely true. It was after parting that my life changed.
“Don’t you think it strange I walked in the opposite direction of the only person that could see and touch me?” I could tell from her expression it had never entered her mind.
Ignoring her expression, I continued my story. Something immediately started pulling or urging me to go in one direction. I followed the feeling. There is much more to this story than this — I passed a woman by a well who had just lost a young daughter. Children dying, until recent times, was a common occurrence. The daughter was her only child. The woman had a slight glow about her. Actually I noticed the glow first, that is why I hung around and learned about her daughter. Once I learned that, the glow was gone and that pulling feeling took over again.
That pulling feeling led me to a young girl begging on the street. She couldn’t see me. I watched her and learned she was orphaned and lived on the streets. Watching the girl and growing frustrated, not knowing what to do, I almost yelled, “Am I supposed to help? She can’t see or hear me.” The girl startled and looked frantically around. To make a much longer story short, I got the girl and the woman together. They were both happier.
Kate gave me a little look. I answered her unasked question. “Yes, I can become visible and substantial any time I want. I discovered that a little later.”
Kate asked, “So you’ve been wandering, helping people all this time?”
“There can be decades where I don’t feel that pull. After I finish at one place, I phase out and stay phased out. It is lonely, but I don’t get hungry or tired or need to sleep. It wasn’t always as easy as it was with the girl. Many times I needed to learn the language, customs, history, or details before I could do anything. That could take years, especially the language. That’s how I came across staying with young families with new children. I stayed phased out. When they taught their child to speak the language, learn customs, I learned too. That was the best way I discovered. You learn about the culture, societal norms, history — all the things that make a specific culture what it is. All the different situations taught me to think on my feet and come up with believable stories. You also learn to read and understand all types of people.”
She seemed to be processing the past almost two years. I took her hand. She didn’t resist. I started talking again, telling her this was by far the longest time I’d spent with one person. Actually interacting with people I was helping was rare. Explaining I thought we would never need to have any conversation. Originally, I thought I was here to help uncover the stock cheats and help her career. Then be gone. She would never know I was here. That type of situation had happened many times before. All she would have were the notes and those could have come from anyone. But, after it was all over, I felt even more drawn to her. That feeling obviously made me think I was here to help with something more or something else.