My life with davedax
Copyright© 2005 by hotwetnshaved
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - just a very simple love story, no sex
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic
It's coming up to a year since my wonderful husband was killed in his car, I'm getting my life back in order since the tragedy, mainly thanks to Maureen, my wonderful, sexy friend who Dave also adored.
I haven't made any progress with his daughters, but as far as I'm concerned it's their loss not mine, there is so much I could tell them about their dad but I fear they're so bigoted against me, I'll never have the chance to tell them, but for God's sake, he'd left their mum a long time before I met him!
His ex boss told me about one Christmas day when Dave was driving his taxi in Derby, he always said that he loved working Christmas day, apart from the excellent money that was to be earned, he always said that he loved taking people out to meet their families and friends.
"On that day Jack" he used to say, "People are at their best, forget the drunks and the piss heads, folks are feeling good and if you give them a good service, they'll enjoy it and tip you well"
He wasn't mercenary though, which what his boss told me goes to prove!
The early morning rush of getting the hospital's staff in was over and a lot of the drivers used to go back to the office for a coffee and a chinwag, Dave was going up a side road called Abbey street when he saw something that didn't seem quite right, there were three young girls walking up hand in hand with the biggest one dragging a suitcase.
He pulled up slightly ahead of them and got out,
"Merry Christmas girls" he said, but they just looked at him and the littlest one burst into tears.
Now those of you who have read my tales of Dave will know that for a man who legally carried a gun for much of his working life and was never afraid to use it, he was as soft as muck when it came to children.
Without even thinking what he was doing Dave scooped her up in his arms and hugged her, it was Christmas day for Christ's sake, the one day of the year that children should only cry with happiness.
The story was that their low life mother had taken up with a drug addicted lowlife and left the girls with their father who was only slightly better than she was!
He'd gone out on Christmas eve for a drink with his mates leaving three little girls at home with no money in the gas meter or the electricity meter and nothing in the fridge, CHRISTMAS EVE!!!!!!!!!