Love In The Dark Pt 03

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England. Please note that I am a British woman, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

"Only us," Mum called as she opened the front door and walked in. Fortunately both Gil and I were dressed, which I can't say was usually the case.

"How are you feeling Gil," Dad asked as I heard Mum fill the kettle.

"Good thanks, it seems the little scare was just that, a little scare."

I heard Dad and Gil wander off and I assumed that they were sorting out chairs in the garden, Mum I could hear by the sink. Most people do not understand what a blind person sees, assuming I believe, that they think we see nothing. I can't speak for others, but I have a mental image of areas I know.

My house for example, I know where all my furniture is, I have walked past it often enough, I picture it in my head. It may not look to me the same as it looks to a sighted person, but to me, it is a picture. When I am going somewhere new, I build a picture based on what I hear, on what my stick encounters, it isn't detailed, but it is an image in my head.

At home, I can tell when things change, so Mum standing by the sink was in my picture, she wasn't a permanent fixture, but her scent and the sounds that she made as she pottered all filled in my picture. I walked over and hugged her.

"Hi Mum, how are you?" I asked.

"Oh, good sweetheart, a few hot flushes, but, well, I am getting a little bit older sweetheart."

"Oh crikey, did you expect that yet, I mean, you are not that old are you?"

"Oh love, I have been waiting, I can't wait for the end of the monthlies."

Yes, I suppose, once you have had your children and don't want any more, the monthly periods can be a pain, literally, as well as the inconvenience. My jabs at the doctors help me control that, and I am not sure if I will ever have children, that is a hell of an undertaking at the best of times, and blind? Well, it is not a decision I can take alone, and not one I have mentioned to Gil, that is far further in the future than are thinking.

We sat in the garden drinking the tea that Mum made. I don't have a good mental image of the garden, the chairs can be put in a different place every time Dad puts them out, so my map changes every time. Bless him, Dad does try to put them in the same place, but even a few inches out meant bumped shins.

After Mum and Dad had gone we cleared away, I sorted the kitchen and Gil did the garden.

"Now then," he said in his best Yorkshire accent.

"Now then what?" I replied.

"How's about a bit of us time?"

"What ever do you mean sir, do you have designs on my body?"

"I most certainly do, oh yes."

"I see, and how do you intend to go about turning those designs into reality?"

The next thing I knew my knees were being pushed apart and his head was between my thighs, blowing across my knickers.

"Seems to be something in the way," he said.

"Oh well, best stop then."

"Oh, okay."

"Don't you dare," I laughed.

I felt his fingers at my waistband and as I lifted my bum he slid my knickers down, my fanny momentarily feeling cool as the fresh air hit it, and then it warmed up quickly as his tongue ran along my crease, sliding my labia out of the way, a wonderful tickle feeling coupled with the roughness of his tongue set my pleasures racing.

As his tongue worked my clitoris my pleasures ramped up and as his fingers gently pushed inside me, my pressures grew and grew. His fingers turned and rotated inside me, they widened, they narrowed, my fanny stretched and then squeezed him as his tongue dabbed at my clitoris, and released, and pushed hard and then gently. He pulled back, his fingers slowly left me, and he whispered to me.

"Let's go upstairs."

"Yes, yes, oh yes, but pass me my knickers first, I don't want to leave them on the floor for my Mum or worse, my Dad to find."

The days went on, the weeks added up and we were happy, I was blissfully happy, I did not know that I could ever be this happy, life was wonderful. We would do nothing some days, other days we would walk in the dales and I would point at a sound and Gil would describe what I was pointing at, my pictures of the world were being filled in. Mum and Dad came around less often, they could see that I was happy.

We got back from another walk, I used the loo and then we sat and discussed tea. I wanted fish and chips, Gil fancied a Chinese. As is the way of life, Gil went out to get fish and chips, I smiled, he is such a love. I got the plates out ready and the knife and forks and the salt and vinegar and waited, and waited, and waited.

After over an hour of waiting I rang Dad.

"I am not sure what to do Dad, Gil went to get fish and chips about an hour and a half ago, and he hasn't come back and his phone isn't answering."

"Okay sweetheart," Dad said, "I'll nip out and have a look, see if they remember him at the chippie."

I put the phone down and sat in the lounge, I didn't know what else to do, I could only wait. After what seemed an eternity my front door knocked. I got up and went to answer the door.

"Excuse me miss," a female voice said, "does Gilbert Drummond live here?"

"I am sorry, who is asking?"

"Miss, I am PC Simmonds."

"Oh. I am blind, I am sorry, if you are wearing a uniform, then I wouldn't know."

"Is there somewhere we can go and sit miss?"

"Why? What is this about, where is Gil?" I was getting very scared, I did not want strange people in my house, I wanted Gil.

"Miss, I need to talk with you, can we go and sit somewhere please."

"Hello love," just then Dad's voice cut in. "Come on sweetheart, let's go inside." I then heard Dad say, "I am Florence's father, let's go inside."

"What is happening Dad, what is going on?" I was now very scared, my legs did not want to move, I felt rooted to the spot, I knew, in my heart of hearts that my world was about to end. I felt a hand on my arm, it was Dad, I could tell his aroma, and he led me into my sitting room and he sat me in my armchair, not my usual sofa.

"Come in," Dad said, I presumed to the police woman.

I heard feet moving and then I heard the squeak as someone sat on my sofa. Dad was holding my hand and squeezing me. I don't think I had ever been so scared in my life.

"Miss," the police woman said, "there has been an accident."

"What hospital, take me to the hospital Dad, please, now." I said, my voice hurried and high pitched, tears were streaming from my eyes, I needed to be by Gil's side, to help him get better.

"Miss, I am afraid to tell you that Mr Drummond is deceased. I am so sorry."

I wailed, I screamed, I cried, I hit out at Dad, I threw my stick, my world had ended.

"Get out, get out," I screamed, my Dad holding my hand and my shoulder, not letting me go.

The policewoman was saying something to Dad, I wasn't listening, I was sobbing, I was crying, I wanted Gil.

"Sweetheart," Mum's voice appeared from nowhere, "I came over by taxi," and then she was hugging me, and I was wailing some more and I heard Dad in the distance shutting the front door and coming back into the room and at that point I just lost it and everything went dark.

It seemed that Gil's heart had stopped, his car had crashed into a wall, but he was dead before the crash. No one else was involved, it could have happened anytime the doctors said. The funeral was dark, the skies heavy with rain Dad said, my heart was empty, the funeral home was full of people, I didn't care, my love was gone.

I sat at home. I didn't do anything, I didn't go anywhere, the eyes on the world that Gil had gifted me had gone dark, I had no interest in anything. I ate if Mum or Dad came over and prepared something, if they didn't, I didn't bother. Frankly, my life was over.

It was four months after Gil died. I was sitting in the lounge, simply wearing a robe, I didn't really get dressed these days, when I heard the front door open. I could tell from the footfall that it was Dad.

"Right then," Dad said, "go and get dressed, get a frock on, I am taking you out to lunch."

"No Dad," I wasn't interested.

"Girl, you go and get dressed or I will dress you like I did when you were three years old. You are coming out with me and unless you want the world to see your fanny and your boobs then you will go and get dressed. Your robe is undone by the way."

So, Dad was seeing my bits. So what. I didn't care. I didn't care who saw me naked, Gil couldn't see me and that is what mattered. I felt my arm being pulled and I got to my feet. I trudged away and walked upstairs to my room. I took my robe off and put it on the hook on my door, I had enough sense to put it where it should be, where I would find it when I needed it.

I opened my knickers draw and took out the first pair I found and pulled them up. I then took a dress, at random, I had no idea what colour it was, I just put it on and did up the zip. I didn't bother with a bra, I have virtually no bust, although Gil loved it, and a bra was an optional extra that I didn't need. I walked slowly downstairs, back to Dad.

"Right then my girl, are you ready?"

I nodded, I wasn't really in the mood for talking. Dad took my hand, put my stick in my other hand and led me through my door to his car. As I sat in and did my seat belt up Dad went back and locked my house.

"Right," he said as he sat in the car. "We are going for a fish and chips lunch at Murgatroyd's."

"That's what killed Gil, going for my fish and chips. I'd rather not."

"No, that isn't what killed him, a faulty heart is what did for him, fish and chips has always been your favourite food and that is where I am taking you. Now you can sit in silence, or you can moan the whole way or you can talk, I don't mind, but we are going to Murgatroyd's."

I sat silent, my head facing forwards, I couldn't see bends or obstructions, but I could keep a good sense of where we were going, except on fast roads like motorways where I couldn't really detect the bends. Dad was also a good driver; I rarely ever felt a sudden jolt or braking. I guess that he read the road ahead so I don't have to.

"Right then," Dad said, "here we are, let's get in and get sorted. I did ring up and book a table, so we shouldn't have to join the queue."

I undid my seat belt and opened the car door and got out and deployed my stick. The aroma of fish and chips was intense and despite my dejected and downcast feeling, the smell was making me sanguine and my lips, much to my annoyance, were beginning to salivate. I grudgingly decided that Dads sometimes had a good idea. I took his arm and followed him into the restaurant.

Dad explained who we were and that we had a booking. I suspect he pointed out my white stick, but couldn't be sure. We were led to a table and I managed to sit down without banging my knees.

"This is a quiet table guys," the woman who had taken us to our table said, "not too much passing traffic, so hopefully you won't get knocked too much. I will leave you to order and I will be back to see what you want."

I heard Dad thank her and then he read the menu to me. I had hardly eaten for some months, so a big meal was pointless. I went for a standard fish and chips lunch with a curry sauce and a pot of tea. It came with bread and butter, but I wouldn't be making a chip buttie, not in public, they can be a tad challenging if you can't see what you are doing, the chips can be naughty and just pop out where you least expect them to.

Dad chose the same but added a scallop to go with his. The lady came back and Dad gave the order, "won't be too long," she said and then we were alone again.

"Thank you Dad," I said. The aroma just made me feel good no matter how much I didn't want to. I guessed it was a pity that Mum wasn't here, but today was one of her days in the charity shop, so this was just a Dad and Daughter day. I knew I hadn't really been good company recently, but in my defence, I had a good reason to be a miserable bint.

The food was served, I heard my plate put in front of me, what I assumed was bread and butter on a smaller plate to the side, and then the unmistakable sound of a teapot in the middle of the table.

"Right, there you are," the lady said, "enjoy."

"Actually," I said, "is there a toilet I could use? You know, before I start?"

"Yes love," the lady said.

"Is there a disabled?" Dad asked, "they tend to be easier."

"Yes, do you have a radar key?"

"Yes I do," Dad said, "if you show me, then I will take Florence to it."

Presumably she pointed and then Dad took my arm. "Come on love I will lead the way."

We left our food on the table, it probably needed to cool down a bit anyway, and we walked through the restaurant. I heard Dad unlock the door and we went in.

"Stay please," I said, I only needed a pee.

"Okay, right, in front of you is the loo, it looks clean, when you are done I will show you the washbasin to wash your hands, okay?"

I nodded and using my stick I found the loo. I turned around and sat, yes that was perfect, I raised my bum and pulled my knickers down, and relaxed and peed. When I had done I reached to side and found the tissue, I wiped myself and dropped the tissue between my legs. I raised my bum, pulled my knickers up and stood up.

"Right," Dad said taking my arm, "here is the basin. Whilst you wash your hands, I 'll just go myself."

I turned the tap on, it had one of those extra-long handles, and it took a bit of finessing to get the water to just the right temperature. I found the soap dispenser on the wall and pressed the plunger. As I washed my hands I could hear Dad peeing in the toilet. Soon he was finished and he came by me and washed his hands. I remembered holding Gil as he peed, and my heart swelled.

"The dryer is here Florence," he said turning me. I put my hands forward and hot air blew.

We were all done and Dad opened the door and led me out.

"Disgusting," I heard a woman say.

"I beg your pardon," Dad said with annoyance in his voice.

"You two in there, what were you doing, shouldn't be allowed."

"Madam," Dad said his voice surprisingly calm, "It is a disabled toilet, my daughter is blind, she can't see what facilities are where, I help her."

There was silence and then Dad took my arm, "come on Florence, let's go and enjoy our lunch."

Dad guided me back to our table and just as we were seated the woman who had taken us to our table, the server, spoke, she must have followed us.

"I heard what that woman said," the server said to us, "I am so sorry for that. We have asked the woman never to return to our restaurant, and as a gesture for the upset, we would like to offer your lunch with no charge today."

I gasped and turned my head towards Dad. "It wasn't that bad Dad," I said, "she just didn't use her eyes before speaking."

Dad laughed and then spoke, "that is a fabulous gesture, but please we cannot accept, as you can see and hear it has not upset Florence, and you must not let a silly woman like that affect your profitability, after all, we want to be able to come back."

"Well, thank you, not everyone would be as understanding, please, enjoy your food before it gets too cold."

"Thank you," I said, "I am sure that we will."

I don't know why, but that silly woman seemed to bring me back to a reality that had escaped after Gil left me. I can only imagine what she thought that we, Dad and me, were doing in there, and I decided that would speak more for her mind than mine.

"Tuck in sweetheart," Dad said breaking into my introspection. I felt for my knife and fork and then for my plate. I put my knife and fork back down and felt on the table for my curry sauce.

"Dad, can you pour the tea," I said.

I felt my plate, knew where the fish was and then poured my curry sauce over the top. I put the empty sauce pot down, reached for my cup of tea, had a sip, delicious, and then picked my utensils up and dug in for my first fish and chips in months. Oh Lord, I had forgotten the pleasures simple food can give, and pleasure it was giving in oodles.

I didn't speak, I simply took mouthful after mouthful of fish and chips and then I leant back, I could not eat any more, my stomach had shrunk after many months of picking at food. But I had so enjoyed what I had eaten.

"Thank you Dad. Why is it that you always seem to know what I need?"

"You are my Daughter Florence, we are connected."

I sighed, a sigh of contentment. I reached across and found Dad's hand and I squeezed it, I was happy. Not Gil happy, I would never feel that again, but I was back to pre Gil happy, and that is where I needed to be. I had some wonderful memories, Gil had taught me to watch the world through his eyes, and those visions would stay with me. I could sit and talk with Dad about how Gil had given me a sight that I had never had, and that was a wonderful gift.

Dad held my arm as we walked back to the car and I felt a warmth that I hadn't felt in a long time, I felt as if I were at peace. In the car I had a moment as Dad leant across and did up my seat belt, Gil used to do that and it took me back and lost me in memories, happy memories.

When we got home I unlocked the front door and as I heard Dad behind me I turned and embraced him, "thank you Dad," I whispered in his ear as I pulled him close to me, momentarily taken aback as I felt his hard dick press into my stomach. Why? Why did Dad have a hard dick, that shouldn't happen. Dad pulled back, and I detected embarrassment in his voice as he spoke.

"Would you like a drink Sweetheart?"

"Please Dad, I'll have a coffee please. I'll go and sit in the lounge. You aren't rushing off are you?"

"No, I am in no hurry."

"Good, you can come and join me on the sofa when you have made the coffee."

I walked through to the lounge, I could see the way in my minds eye, and when I sat on the sofa I folded up my cane and put it on the table besides me. I could hear the kettle boiling, the milk being taken from the fridge, the stirring and the dropping the used spoon into the sink and the milk back in the fridge, and then the sounds of Dad as he walked though to the lounge with our drinks. I heard the mugs as they landed on the small table and then felt the dip in the sofa as Dad sat down.

I snuggled into Dad, synching him into me the way I used to synch into Gil.

"Today," I said, "in the loo."

"Don't worry about that silly woman," Dad said.

"I wasn't thinking about her. No, I was remembering that I would do that for Gil, I would hold him."

"Hold him?" Dad had a question in his voice.

"Yes, I would hold his dick as he peed, it was a wonderfully intimate and personal moment. He taught me how to do it so it went where I aimed it."

"Er, oh, okay sweetheart."

"And, I wanted to do that for you."

"Oh. Okay."

"I know. I am sorry."

"Why are you sorry sweetheart?"

"I don't know, I don't want to embarrass you Dad, I love you too much for that," I squeezed him tighter as I spoke, and then I rested a hand on his leg.

"Sweetheart, I have seen you naked, you are my daughter, you will not embarrass me."

"I haven't seen you naked Dad."

"Well, no, your eyes..."

"Dad, I see with my hands."

"Oh, er, yes." He went quiet.

I lay against Dad and sipped at my coffee, feeling it slide down my throat trying to come to terms with my feelings, my loss of Gil, Dad and his hard dick when we got home, so many thoughts swirling around in my head, I could not rationalise what I was thinking, I gave up and just tried to drink my coffee.

The next day Mum turned up, knocking and opening the door at the same time.