A_Man_For_You
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Fred Heaton, at 34, was a single dad. His son Peter was 4 years old and his wife Danna ran away a couple of months ago, letting Fred discover that she had had an affair for a long time and she had preffered to go with that other man. Of course he had been sad and angry for a long time, but he made his best to be strong, a rock for his son to grab. And he was kinda proud of what he had done. He had kept his job in a local newspaper, jus tmaking more of it at home. He had find rather easily a young girl in the neighborhood for the hours of babysitting. And from a couple of months now he had even came back with the idea of finding a woman for his life. After all he had had no one in the last almost four years. No one, even no one night stands. Nothing.
With his 6'4'' and rather solid body, Fred wasn't the kind of man to pas sunnoticed, but he did nothing for long to be noticed by women. He had gained a very little overweight. But his blue eyes and short brown hair were still having their effect. So for somme months now, he had tried to shave more often, find new clothes, and even go out to clubs, trying to date women. Without success. On his saturdays evenings, the female he talked the most with was a young girl. Hired by him as a babysitter for almost 4 years, Cassie was now a grown-up girl, a ncie onw in fact. And they chatted a bit befor ehe leaved and after he came back home, always alone. She seemed so gentle with him, although she certainly had better things to do on her Saturday nights with friends her age and so on.
On that precise saturday evening, he had arranged with cassie for her to come rather early because Fred had invited a woman to the restaurant ; she had agreed and it seemed well. It had put on a modern and elegant suit, no tie, and made sure to be as good-looking as he could. He had made sure there was something to eat for Cassie and Peter, and he knew that the girl was feeling at home enough to use his TV, DVD-player and connect her smartphone to his wifi netowrk. He trusted her completely. She was now 19, almost a owman but still a girl, she was still in his mind the young one who babysitted Peter for years. And his son was even happy to have an evening with her.
Fre dwas wainting with his son in the living-rooom... when the doorbell rang.
Fred Heaton, at 34, was a single dad. His son Peter was 4 years old and his wife Danna ran away a couple of months ago, letting Fred discover that she had had an affair for a long time and she had preffered to go with that other man. Of course he had been sad and angry for a long time, but he made his best to be strong, a rock for his son to grab. And he was kinda proud of what he had done. He had kept his job in a local newspaper, jus tmaking more of it at home. He had find rather easily a young girl in the neighborhood for the hours of babysitting. And from a couple of months now he had even came back with the idea of finding a woman for his life. After all he had had no one in the last almost four years. No one, even no one night stands. Nothing.
With his 6'4'' and rather solid body, Fred wasn't the kind of man to pas sunnoticed, but he did nothing for long to be noticed by women. He had gained a very little overweight. But his blue eyes and short brown hair were still having their effect. So for somme months now, he had tried to shave more often, find new clothes, and even go out to clubs, trying to date women. Without success. On his saturdays evenings, the female he talked the most with was a young girl. Hired by him as a babysitter for almost 4 years, Cassie was now a grown-up girl, a ncie onw in fact. And they chatted a bit befor ehe leaved and after he came back home, always alone. She seemed so gentle with him, although she certainly had better things to do on her Saturday nights with friends her age and so on.
On that precise saturday evening, he had arranged with cassie for her to come rather early because Fred had invited a woman to the restaurant ; she had agreed and it seemed well. It had put on a modern and elegant suit, no tie, and made sure to be as good-looking as he could. He had made sure there was something to eat for Cassie and Peter, and he knew that the girl was feeling at home enough to use his TV, DVD-player and connect her smartphone to his wifi netowrk. He trusted her completely. She was now 19, almost a owman but still a girl, she was still in his mind the young one who babysitted Peter for years. And his son was even happy to have an evening with her.
Fre dwas wainting with his son in the living-rooom... when the doorbell rang.