lovingfingers
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As he stood painting, he could not help but think, "things are finally shaping up."
He meant far more than the wall he was painting, but life in general. Things had been hard after his wife had died, leaving him with two young daughters. But they had done alright. His daughters were beautiful, intelligent women. One was taking college classes online as she figured out what she wanted to do with her life. The other had just graduated from high school.
Not that there had not been some bumps along the way. They were both beautiful, really lovely, and that meant that they had a lot of attention from the boys. But both of them made it through high school without getting pregnant, and weren't dating any losers. As a matter of fact, neither of them seemed to be dating anyone steadily now. The whole house was that way. He had not seen anyone in years. At first, it was out of respect for his deceased wife, and then there was simply so much work to be done, and then he didn't want to disrupt the girl's lives by introducing another woman into the family.
And while the girls were his world, he was lonely, and when he allowed himself to admit it, sexually starved. But he had been strong, and thought perhaps that he had been a good example to the girls. He had always been there for them. They were first in his life, always.
And now, they had this house, an old victorian that he was restoring, and that they would all be moving into shortly. It was a lovely building, loaded with character and charm. It was also old, so it constantly creaked and groaned, almost as though it was talking to you. The first floor was the living room, dining room, kitchen and half bath. A grand staircase lead to the second floor with two large bedrooms, for the girls and a bath. A narrower stair lead to the third floor, with the master bedroom and smaller bath. There was another room that would eventually be an office, currently unfinished. It had a hole in the floor, the ceiling of one of the bedrooms below, which would soon hold a celling fan.
Arthur finished the wall and smiled. "good enough. Now back to pack for the move."
He meant far more than the wall he was painting, but life in general. Things had been hard after his wife had died, leaving him with two young daughters. But they had done alright. His daughters were beautiful, intelligent women. One was taking college classes online as she figured out what she wanted to do with her life. The other had just graduated from high school.
Not that there had not been some bumps along the way. They were both beautiful, really lovely, and that meant that they had a lot of attention from the boys. But both of them made it through high school without getting pregnant, and weren't dating any losers. As a matter of fact, neither of them seemed to be dating anyone steadily now. The whole house was that way. He had not seen anyone in years. At first, it was out of respect for his deceased wife, and then there was simply so much work to be done, and then he didn't want to disrupt the girl's lives by introducing another woman into the family.
And while the girls were his world, he was lonely, and when he allowed himself to admit it, sexually starved. But he had been strong, and thought perhaps that he had been a good example to the girls. He had always been there for them. They were first in his life, always.
And now, they had this house, an old victorian that he was restoring, and that they would all be moving into shortly. It was a lovely building, loaded with character and charm. It was also old, so it constantly creaked and groaned, almost as though it was talking to you. The first floor was the living room, dining room, kitchen and half bath. A grand staircase lead to the second floor with two large bedrooms, for the girls and a bath. A narrower stair lead to the third floor, with the master bedroom and smaller bath. There was another room that would eventually be an office, currently unfinished. It had a hole in the floor, the ceiling of one of the bedrooms below, which would soon hold a celling fan.
Arthur finished the wall and smiled. "good enough. Now back to pack for the move."