Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend Chapter 11
Wilt glanced over at the alarm clock next to Frankies
bed. Four-thirty-six, according to the electronic numbers that blared back at
him. He guessed that he had been there about two hours.
Frankie whimpered and squirmed a bit closer to him in her
troubled slumber. After finally crying herself completely dry, she had finally
settled down in an uneasy sleep some time ago, the harrowing events of the day
finally getting the best of her. Now Wilt lay down with her on the bed, his
long legs overflowing over the end while he still held the miserable girl close
with his good arm.
Wilt shivered a bit. Despite the fact that he knew his
presence was badly need at this crucial moment, it was still just all too
eerily familiar for his liking. It brought back too many memories of those
seemingly endless nights. Those all too many times when he would find himself
forcibly awoken by the terrified shrieks of a frightened little girl, caught in
the grasps of hideous nightmares too awful to be spoken of. Those long, dreary
hours of endless lullabies, constant cradling, nonstop reassurances that
everything was going to be all right, and the final promise that yes, she could
spend the night with him, again.
