dryfter
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Garrett silently closed the fridge door behind him. He watched in silence as the white liquid poured smoothly into his glass from its elevated plastic jug. He had wanted a beer when he came home, he would settle for a tall glass of milk. Last thing he needed was to set a bad example for his daughter. He'd spent so much of his life trying to do right by her after all. It wasn't easy, raising a child on his own, but things....happen.
Not that he needed to dwell on what could have been, what should have been. Instead he focused on getting breakfast ready before she came downstairs in her usual cyclone of youthful activity and things got really hard for him. Or really hard, if the truth were to be told. But it won't be. Not if he had anything to say about it. Not for the first time, Garrett found himself thinking that he really needed to go get laid. The thought of hiriing a prostitute came to mind just as fast as his own negative mentality took over. It wasn't like a youthful and attractive girl would have anything to do with him now at his age. Worse still, the ones who would seemed to be just sniffing around at the scent of money that might be there.
"Breakfast is ready! Come down whenever you're ready, you don't want to be late for school!"
Ham, eggs, and even home grated hash browns still sizzled on their respective skillets. If he was lucky, he could see her off and still have just enough time to get into the studio. Lord only knew how many photo sessions had to be shot today. He had no doubt that he'd be out late again tonight with every college and high school graduate seeking professional photos before their big day came.
The only big day that mattered to him was hers. Garrett would do anything to make sure everything was perfect, that is, if she decided she wanted him to do the work himself. If not, it would be yet another expense he would have to happily shoulder for her senior year. This one would just sting a little more than most. But maybe...maybe it was for the best if she did go with the competition. More than once in the last few years, he'd felt his gaze linger just a little too long when drinking in her youthful exuberance. Enough so that one might just have to stop and ask oneself how appropriate the length of that gaze might be....and the meaning behind it.
Garrett shifted softly in his chair, adjusting himself so his slight stiffening was a little less obvious before he heard the stampede of rushed feet on wooden stairs. The meaning behind it was a daily struggle, one that he'd fought valiantly to keep hidden deep insode so as not to alarm or worse...disgust...the last light of his life.
Not that he needed to dwell on what could have been, what should have been. Instead he focused on getting breakfast ready before she came downstairs in her usual cyclone of youthful activity and things got really hard for him. Or really hard, if the truth were to be told. But it won't be. Not if he had anything to say about it. Not for the first time, Garrett found himself thinking that he really needed to go get laid. The thought of hiriing a prostitute came to mind just as fast as his own negative mentality took over. It wasn't like a youthful and attractive girl would have anything to do with him now at his age. Worse still, the ones who would seemed to be just sniffing around at the scent of money that might be there.
"Breakfast is ready! Come down whenever you're ready, you don't want to be late for school!"
Ham, eggs, and even home grated hash browns still sizzled on their respective skillets. If he was lucky, he could see her off and still have just enough time to get into the studio. Lord only knew how many photo sessions had to be shot today. He had no doubt that he'd be out late again tonight with every college and high school graduate seeking professional photos before their big day came.
The only big day that mattered to him was hers. Garrett would do anything to make sure everything was perfect, that is, if she decided she wanted him to do the work himself. If not, it would be yet another expense he would have to happily shoulder for her senior year. This one would just sting a little more than most. But maybe...maybe it was for the best if she did go with the competition. More than once in the last few years, he'd felt his gaze linger just a little too long when drinking in her youthful exuberance. Enough so that one might just have to stop and ask oneself how appropriate the length of that gaze might be....and the meaning behind it.
Garrett shifted softly in his chair, adjusting himself so his slight stiffening was a little less obvious before he heard the stampede of rushed feet on wooden stairs. The meaning behind it was a daily struggle, one that he'd fought valiantly to keep hidden deep insode so as not to alarm or worse...disgust...the last light of his life.
