Okay. So I have been remiss...
I am feeling VERY dark. People I thought I knew turned out to be VERY different. And so I write...
"Maybe it was turning forty that turned him around. He woke up one morning, looked in the mirror and realized he was losing his hair. And suddenly there was this little paunch where his stomach used to lie flat.
He looked around at his life and thought, "How did I get here?" He looked at his wife and wondered who she was. And was that HIS teen aged daughter?? Not possible, not possible at all.
Digging through the old file cabinet in the "office" he found some old photographs of himself, long hair and bloodshot eyes, throwing up a peace sign. That was him, not this balding, middle aged man who lived in a house of strangers.
He would go to work and watch all the sweet young things pass in and out of the office and realize he was not a candidate for their attention. When he had become good old Jack??
And then there was Chastity. Chas with her long blonde hair and tight skirts. Her shirts straining across firm high breasts and long legs ending in spiky high heels. He would watch her rushing down the halls of the office, skirt cupping her ass and wonder what it would be like to hold that ass in his hands... what would it be like to part those full luscious lips with his tongue and taste that sweet young nectar?
So one warm spring afternoon he took a shot. He knew her marriage sucked and she was miserable, she had told him details a girl tells an old friend (emphasis on old here). He would never forget that shocked stare when he offered her a little romance in her sad life. He would never forget the rejection and the overwhelming feeling of failure as she backed away.
And his wife would never forget the phone call from Chas's more than a little angry husband.
He only hoped his daughter would forget the sound of the gun when he pulled the trigger spraying his brains all over the nice neat bedspread his wife had just laid out that morning.
Yeah life sucked. But that wasn't his problem anymore. And neither was aging."
