1LuckyUncle
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Aug 7, 2003
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OOC: Open for two vivacious ladies.
My character: Dean Ratliff. 40 years old. 6'1", 185. Brown hair, brown eyes.
IC:
My kid sister was only 34 when she lost her husband to a drunk driver, a tragic turn of events that happened less than a month after my niece's Sweet Sixteen party. That was just over two years ago. It was a pain that neither of them seemed to be able to get over. The week it happened I quit my job and moved back to my old home town. What else could I do? They were the only family I had, and nothing was more important than family.
I got a new job and rented a small apartment about ten minutes away. Even so, it seemed like I spent more at my sister's place than I did my own. I had become the man of the house, and there always seemed to be an endless list of chores that needed to be done.
Sometimes I wondered. My kid sister was still young and beautiful. Perhaps it was time for her to get on with her life. There was still time for her to find love and to make a life with a new man. Maybe I was making things too easy for her so that she didn't move on.
It was just that I loved the both of them so much. My sister and her sweet daughter who had blossomed into a woman before my very eyes. There's nothing unnatural in that, is there?
Is there?
My character: Dean Ratliff. 40 years old. 6'1", 185. Brown hair, brown eyes.
IC:
My kid sister was only 34 when she lost her husband to a drunk driver, a tragic turn of events that happened less than a month after my niece's Sweet Sixteen party. That was just over two years ago. It was a pain that neither of them seemed to be able to get over. The week it happened I quit my job and moved back to my old home town. What else could I do? They were the only family I had, and nothing was more important than family.
I got a new job and rented a small apartment about ten minutes away. Even so, it seemed like I spent more at my sister's place than I did my own. I had become the man of the house, and there always seemed to be an endless list of chores that needed to be done.
Sometimes I wondered. My kid sister was still young and beautiful. Perhaps it was time for her to get on with her life. There was still time for her to find love and to make a life with a new man. Maybe I was making things too easy for her so that she didn't move on.
It was just that I loved the both of them so much. My sister and her sweet daughter who had blossomed into a woman before my very eyes. There's nothing unnatural in that, is there?
Is there?