Don took Flora to the clinic that day for a thorough examination. She'd been beaten up a couple of times now. Don also made sure that Flora renewed her prescription for the pill, if she insisted on 'fucking around.' She told him she was done with that, but got the prescription anyway. Don didn't find that entirely reassuring, but either way she wouldn't get pregnant. Afterwards she told him the doctor asked her several times if she was being abused by the man who'd brought her in. She assured him, with a wicked smile, that she told the doctor, 'Daddy would never hurt me.'
When they got back home Flora went straight to her room. She spent a lot of time in her room after that, always with the door closed. Don figured she needed her rest, and had a lot to think about and work through. Wanting to spend some time alone, and even being depressed, was natural after everything she'd gone through.
She still did her chores, including the pool maintenance, and helped with meals. And when out of her room she was chipper and lively, but she always went back to her room.
After nearly a week, Don began to worry about her mental state, but her attitude outside of her room was always good, and she continued to make excellent progress on her GED studies. He decided to drop it and give her space to work through things on her own, if that's what she wanted. He knew that she knew he was here and available if she needed him.
He did miss her constant presence though, her company, and the unremitting titillation of her sexy body and natural provocativeness. He missed reading with her on the couch, and her occasional questions and comments. He missed watching her move around the room.
There was another change as well. Flora did indeed lighten up on him as she'd promised. Her attempted seductions were much less frequent. Part of that of course, could be attributed to her absence, but it was more than that. The change felt deliberate. She didn't stop completely, and what she did do was more explicit and direct than before. It felt more to Don as if she were giving him a show, than trying to seduce him into sleeping with her right then.
The first morning after visiting the clinic, as Flora was checking the pool, Don looked out the window to find her half laying on the ground. She was in the usual micro bikini with her ass in the air facing him. But instead of leaning over the water her face was on the ground and she was looking back at him. Her breasts nearly touched the ground too and her back was arched sharply. He wondered for a second if something was wrong with her. He could still see the nasty bruise on her side, and he was perplexed at where her arm was. It seemed to be tucked completely under her. Then he saw her fingers appear between her legs. She ran them slowly up over the thin material barely covering her pussy lips, opened them and ran them back down. She repeated this movement several more times as she looked at him. Then, suddenly she stopped, picked herself up, waved at him, and went back to her work.
The next day, Don was reading in his chair, when Flora came out of her room and stood in front of him. She was wearing her usual cut-off jean shorts and thin tight t-shirt with no bra. He looked up at her, but didn't say anything when he saw the look of determination on her face. Suddenly she started dancing to non-existent music. She ran her hands over her body, tugging at her shirt, playing with her tits, making her nipples hard. She turned around and bent over showing him that she had no panties on as she ran her hands up and down her legs and over her ass. Don sat transfixed, watching her, unable to say anything, not even thinking about asking her to stop. She turned and ran a hand down her body, unzipping her pants, staring into his eyes, watching him watch her. She opened the fly as she gyrated her hips. Finally her fingers dipped below the opening. She moaned, pulled her fingers out, kicked them slowly as she watched Don, then turned and walked back to her room.
The day after that they were clearing the dishes after dinner. Don approached as Flora was bending over to grab a plate across the table from her. As he started to slide past her to get the glasses she suddenly turned her head and looked at him with surprise. "Daddy, what are you doing?"
"Huh? Don started to say, but she continued.
"Mmmm, Daddy. I love it when you touch me like that."
Don looked down confused. He was almost a foot away from her. He wasn't touching her at all. They'd made and eaten dinner together without incident. What was all this? "What are you...?"
Flora started rolling her hips and moaning. "Oh Daddy." Suddenly, she threw her leg onto the table with a grunt. "Daddy!" she said with giggling surprise. "Are you ready for dessert? Mmmm," she purred, arching her back. "Eat my pussy, Daddy." She moaned as she moved her hips rhythmically to the attentions of an imaginary tongue. Suddenly she squealed and fell forward onto the table. "Oh my God, Daddy. Your dick's so hard." She began to thrust herself back and forth, banging her thigh against the table. "Yes, Daddy. Yes!" Then, just as suddenly she stopped. She stood back up, handing Don the plate she'd grabbed. "Enjoy that later, Don," she said with a smile. Don's cock ached as he watched her walk back to her room.
That was Don's new normal: watching Flora pantomime sex acts for him until he was rock hard, then her telling him to enjoy it later before she left. It could come at any time of the day, during any mundane activity. Where before it felt like she was constantly teasing him, testing him, this felt more like a gift she was giving him.
He thought back to their first conversation when he asked her if she used her body to express her feelings. She didn't answer then, but maybe he was getting his answer now. Was this her way of showing gratitude? It felt like that. But it also reminded him of one of his daughter's romantic vampire movies. Flora was sustaining him. Just a taste, and not the real thing, but enough to keep him alive. 'Alive for what though?' Don wondered. What were her plans for him? Did she even have a plan, or was she just working on instinct?
Don made some changes too. He started going to the gym again. It had been a couple of years and he was feeling it. There was also the memory of his flabby belly shaking when he took his shirt off in front of Flora. He wasn't getting in shape for Flora, he told himself. But it would be nice to feel more comfortable and confident in his own skin. Maybe he could even hang out with her by the pool without feeling the weight of the years that lay between them. Maybe she'd even... No, no, Don would shake his head whenever those thoughts found a crack in the ice and floated to the surface. Whatever he told himself, in the back of his mind as he worked out was the memory of those two young strong masculine bodies that Flora had so thoroughly devoured in front of him.
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At the end of the week Don made Flora's favorite meal, chicken with garlic and syrup. He didn't even tell her he was making it. When he told her dinner was ready she looked surprised. When he told her what he'd made she looked excited. When she sat down at the table she suddenly looked suspicious.
"What's up, Don?" she asked.
"What do you mean? I thought you loved this," He was trying to look innocent.
"I do. And I like that you remembered. But I know when I'm being buttered up, and not in the good way."
Don tried to picture that for a second, before shaking the image out of his head. "I do have some news," he admitted. "I'm not sure if it's good news or bad news, but it means a change right when you seem to be getting settled. So..."
"Just spit it out, Don." Flora put down her fork and waited.
"I'm going back to work." He looked for a response, but Flora remained placid. "On Monday after next."
Flora sat back in her seat. "I thought you were retired or something."
"No. I've been on vacation."
"That's not much of a vacation, Don."
"Well," he shrugged. "I was basically taking time off to fall apart for a bit."
"I didn't see much of that either," Flora pointed out.
"I guess my plans changed when I met you."
Flora smiled. "I guess we helped each other then."
"I guess we did." Don smiled back at her. "Which is why I'm a little nervous about leaving you alone here."
"Relax, Don. I'm not going to steal your shit, or have fuck parties in your pool."
