Stacy's Friend (Open)

[Troglodyte]

OOC: Ken Gordon. 43 years old. 5'10" 200 pounds. Thick black hair all over. Black eyes.


IC: When I closed the Rothman account, my boss gave me a bottle of expensive scotch as a bonus. I was saving it for a special occasion.

This morning my wife left me after twenty-two years of marriage.
Occasions didn't get more special than that.
I started pouring.

I was about a third of the way through the bottle when the doorbell rang. I was still mobile, but I had a pretty good buzz on.

For some stupid reason, I thought it was my wife coming back to beg my forgiveness.

Man, was I drunk. Before she stormed off, she made it clear that that was never going to happen.

I opened the door and was greeted by the improbable sight of an incredibly beautiful young lady.


She asked me if my daughter Stacy was home.

I suddenly recognized her. She went to school with my 19 year old daughter.

What was her name again?

"No, she isn't," I said. "But she should be here in a few minutes. Why don't you come in and wait for her?"

My daughter was actually hours away, helping her mother get settled in her new home. She would be away all weekend.

But I was drunk.
And I was single.
And I was starting to get ideas...

 

[KytttheKyttenn]

OCC: Samerre or Sam. Just a few days from her 19th birthday. Short hair natural blue black coloring hair, and deep green eyes.

IC: Sam would hesitate for a brief moment before coming in still dressed in her barely school legal uniform that consisted of a white button up shirt of which the top three buttons where undone leaving her cleavage to show thanks to the bra she wore. A red plaid skirt which barely hit the top of knees, white knee high stockings, and black pumps which gave her another two or three inches on her already 5 foot eight slender frame.

 

[KytttheKyttenn]

poke?

 

[KytttheKyttenn]

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