DominationSoul
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I am not uptight. Jackson Peters repeated his mantra one more time. Reserved, quiet, and normal. He ignored people who called him Jack. He always had the best grades in college because he studied. Forget parties - who needed them?
He preferred his own company; most people bored him to death. He drove the speed limit; tickets were expensive. He saved his money and even with his conservative investments became a millionaire at age 22. Five years later, he passed 100 million; yet, he still drove a Toyota with more than 100,000 miles on it and lived in a one room apartment. His clothes would never make a fashion statement.
He'd just completed his master's program for math and science and submitted his application for entrance into the doctor's program for math at Arizona State University.
He opened the door to his car and sat down. With many of thousands of students at ASU, he knew only a few by name and none of them were friends, which was ok as far as he was concerned despite his mother's constant nagging of when was he going to marry and have kids.
He noticed the girl – how could he not notice as her hips gyrated with her feet stepping on an invisible straight line as if on a runway. She certainly had the looks and figure to be a model. Her straight line appeared to be intersecting with his car.
He chuckled to himself. No way – she would change her course soon.
As the girl with the eye-popping breasts reached his car, Jackson lowered the window. “You look like you need a ride. Come on – get in.”
“Ohhh, yes, of course, daddy.” She opened the passenger door and sat down. “Daddy, I'm ready to go.”
“Daddy? I'm too young to be your daddy.”
The girl lowered her eyes. “Daddy, I knew when I heard your voice that I was your baby girl. I'm ready to go home, daddy.”
He preferred his own company; most people bored him to death. He drove the speed limit; tickets were expensive. He saved his money and even with his conservative investments became a millionaire at age 22. Five years later, he passed 100 million; yet, he still drove a Toyota with more than 100,000 miles on it and lived in a one room apartment. His clothes would never make a fashion statement.
He'd just completed his master's program for math and science and submitted his application for entrance into the doctor's program for math at Arizona State University.
He opened the door to his car and sat down. With many of thousands of students at ASU, he knew only a few by name and none of them were friends, which was ok as far as he was concerned despite his mother's constant nagging of when was he going to marry and have kids.
He noticed the girl – how could he not notice as her hips gyrated with her feet stepping on an invisible straight line as if on a runway. She certainly had the looks and figure to be a model. Her straight line appeared to be intersecting with his car.
He chuckled to himself. No way – she would change her course soon.
As the girl with the eye-popping breasts reached his car, Jackson lowered the window. “You look like you need a ride. Come on – get in.”
“Ohhh, yes, of course, daddy.” She opened the passenger door and sat down. “Daddy, I'm ready to go.”
“Daddy? I'm too young to be your daddy.”
The girl lowered her eyes. “Daddy, I knew when I heard your voice that I was your baby girl. I'm ready to go home, daddy.”
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