LACEY PULLED him inside and fell into his arms as soon as she opened the door. She sobbed and clung to him. Roger awkwardly stroked her hair.
"Oh, Roger, you heard? They are dead. I'm so scared. I do not know what to do." Her face was red and her eyes swollen.
Roger could see though, that Lacey had become an attractive young woman. Did she always have those big, dark eyes and thick lashes? Long, black hair framed her oval face and tumbled down her back in abundant curls.
Her lean, wiry body trembled against his. Roger felt the start of an erection and marveled that his penis seemed to have a life of its own, for this was surely not the time for sex.
He moved away from Lacey and sat on the couch, patting the cushion beside him.
"Come and tell me all about it," he said.
Lacey dabbed at her eyes. "It was in July, almost a month ago. I was sorting out their things just before you got here so that's why I'm in such a state." She sat next to him and blew her nose.
"Mom and Daddy were going to London and Paris. I was surprised they were going because Mom is … was … always so sick. Anyway, I drove them to the airport. Dad hugged me.
That surprised me too. I watched them go." A sob caught in her throat.
"And that was it! In the morning the doorbell rang and a man and woman from EurCanAir were here. They told me about the crash. There were no survivors."
Her pain moved Roger. The little kid that had dogged him, idolized him, kept in touch with him all through school, had turned into this gorgeous chick who needed his help.
He put his arm around her. "Everything'll be okay, Lace.
Really. I'll take care of you."
"You will?" She looked into his eyes with wonder.
"Yes, I will."
She kissed him. It started as a friendly thank you kiss, but her lips lingered on his and then she held him tight. His penis reacted again and the urge for sex coursed through his body.
His hands found her breasts.
"I love you, Roger," she murmured, her big eyes looking into his.
"I know, babe." He lifted her t-shirt and fondled her breasts, testing her reaction, and when she did not object, he removed her jeans and spread her legs. She didn't resist. He pushed her back on the couch and thrust into her. She cried out, and he could feel the obstruction.