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The worst time, though, was right before she left. I think it may have been the straw that made her feel she needed her “freedom.” Lucy was a freshman in high school and was having a few friends over for a sleepover party that night. Two of her girlfriends came early to help setup because it was going to be quite the shindig. They wanted to have little outdoor cabanas where they could hangout and drink soda and play cards. I thought it was a great idea, so I thought I’d help set it up.
We made little huts out of decorative sheets nailed to two by fours. We hung string lights and lit tiki torches at the entrances. We filled the tents with bean bag chairs and tons of little knick-knacks from around the house. It was a hell of a project. The girls had a blast doing it and it was a great creative outlet.
The problem came when Nicole stepped outside to find me. She needed my credit card to go pick up some pizza and snacks, but then she walked out and saw me teaching Krystal how to hammer a nail. I had my hand around Krystal’s hand on the handle, and was demonstrating how to strike the head at a ninety-degree angle. It was totally harmless and completely innocent. It never even occurred to me that such a thing could be viewed in an inappropriate way.
But if anyone’s mind can go berserk at the littlest provocation, it’s Nicole’s. She straight up lost it. My wife demanded I come inside with her ‘right this very instant.’ Then, she scolded me for taking advantage of such a young girl. I tried to tell her I was just helping build the cabanas, no biggie. None of them had ever used a hammer before! I was doing a fatherly thing, but my ex didn’t care.
“Those are your daughter’s friends! My husband is flirting with little girls. Damon Pratt you truly have no boundaries, skeezing on Lucy’s best friend like that. What are you, some dirty old man who sticks his dick into tight young pussies?”
While I thought it was laughably ridiculous at the time, the words stuck with me for some reason. Later on in life, when Lucy went to college and I met her roommate, the words rang loud in my head, reminding me of past torments. Yet, I couldn’t help but be attracted. Rose Crain was gorgeous, with curly brown hair, playful chocolate eyes, and a curvy body that made my mouth water. I’d never seen such big breasts on a teenage girl before, and I could hardly tear my gaze from that hourglass shape. Still, I heard Nicole’s voice again in my head.
“Damon Pratt you have no boundaries, hoping for a chance with Lucy’s best friend.” Would it make it better or worse that Rose works as an escort? Who the hell knows?
But now, my mind drifts to Rose once again. So what if I’m into her? She’s a grown woman, and I don’t judge anyone, and certainly not my daughter’s curvy, sassy pal. I don’t even care about what she does for work because a girl needs money to eat. Rose is just doing what she needs to do to survive in this crazy place called New York City, and she’s found a unique way to do it.
Anyways, I suppose I can’t help whom I’m attracted to. I give in and see her image in my mind once again. I haven’t seen Rose in a while now, but I remember her as clear as day. She’s curvy and round with big breasts, a small waist, and a wide bottom. Good, because I like my girls lush and ripe. I can’t help but remember Rose in her shiny gold one-piece bathing suit at my daughter’s last Fourth of July bash. She was a real knock out, and I literally ejaculated in the shower after the party, imagining those lush assets beneath me.
Suddenly, my thoughts are interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I spin my chair around to see my secretary Stacey entering the room. Stacey was hired through a temp agency. She was struggling to keep herself afloat financially at the time, and that struggle gave her the gift of drive. Now, she gives the job her all, and I couldn’t ask for more. I’m glad I was able to provide the opportunity to get herself up on her feet.
“Mr. Pratt, you have a visitor,” she says smartly, looking at me through Coke-bottle glasses. “Would you like me to send her in?”
That’s strange because I wasn’t expecting anyone. Well, the unexpected is always exciting. I nod, and Stacey steps outside once again before waving someone inside.
“Let me know if you need anything,” my secretary says before making her way back to her desk up front. I nod and thank her.
