Faith, Hope, and Destiny
Copyright© 2016 by Renpet
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - How much control do you have over your future? Is it preordained? Can you choose your fate? Sometimes, life blesses you.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Fiction First Oral Sex Petting Slow
Life took a strange turn over the next three weeks. I wondered if two people could be so in love that, without their partner, their will to live left with their mate; as if they were two souls meant to be together, never separated, neither here on Earth nor in Heaven.
Betty went downhill rapidly. She’d been a robust, stout, white-haired woman with a larger than life personality everyone loved; a Bea Arthur twin. But she aged, the life simply departing, skin sagging from lost elasticity. I saw it in her eyes. She had no spark left in her. She lost weight. Even having Amelia in her life couldn’t compensate for the void in her soul.
She knew it, too. On a Thursday evening, she visited me and made a strange request.
Seating her in the living room, pouring her some Darjeeling tea - she seemed so frail and chilled now - she turned to me on the couch.
“Michael, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m the only family Amelia has left. Harold, bless his soul, had no one left on his side after his younger sister passed away. I’m mentioning this because I need to plan for Amelia.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” I said with false conviction.
Betty sipped her tea. “I can’t live without him,” she whispered, a tear emerging. With a lace handkerchief she wiped her eyes, braced herself, and looked at me. “I cannot let Amelia hurt. I can’t leave her to the foster system. She’s been hurt enough for two lifetimes. I know she adores you and you like her. You’re the one I’m supposed to trust to take care of her.”
Reaching down, she opened a small portfolio, pulled some papers out and placed them in her lap, her hands resting on top of them.
“I’d never ask this of you. I know it’s a burden and you’re so young. But I can’t leave Amelia to fate, the vagaries of the social welfare system. You hear such horror stories about children in their care.”
Glancing down, she patted the papers, sighed, and handed them to me. “Would you consider this?” she asked. “For Amelia?”
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