Cliffhere4fun
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Hello, I am in need of a female copywriter for this. (Please PM first if interested)
Twenty five years on the road as a paper salesman had afforded Dan Andrew's the ability to retire at 57. He was sadden that his beloved wife would not also be enjoying their years of leisure. A drunk driver had sadly taken her life and that of her friend only 9 months before.
Dan was fit for his age. He still ran 5 miles a day and played Disc golf regularly, which he called hiking with plastic. He stood 6'1" and weighed 200 lbs. His graying hair, cut short with only a slight thining. His blue eyes seemed to twinkle in the right company.
Dan had never actually cheated on Jen, unless you counted his visits to strip clubs. He liked the atmosphere and of course the sexy women. He had never asked for or gotten a lap dance. He would watch them dance from the bar, he would tip his bartender well and leave. Adding to the dancers tip jar, if available.
Now staying home, he noticed how much the neighborhood and his neighbors had changed. Some were gone and replaced by people he was sure Jen had told him about. Others were now empty nesters or close to being empty nesters.
The Johnstons fit the almost empty nesters. Talking to Jack, he found out his son was an office manager and his oldest daughter was a nurse. His youngest daughter, who still lives at home, was going to the local college studying to be a teacher. Dan nodded and tried to remember the girls names as her Dad talked about them. It was then that Christine came out, smile and said her hellos and goodbyesas she headed out. Jack said she helped tour some kids across town as she left.
A little over an hour later, Dan pulled onto New York, New York, a strip club that he knew of but had yet to visit but since it was less than 30 minutes from his house and he was a widower he knew he would regularly. He was not prepared for the sight of the third dancer. Her hair was different, but the eyes and smile told him exactly who she was.
Twenty five years on the road as a paper salesman had afforded Dan Andrew's the ability to retire at 57. He was sadden that his beloved wife would not also be enjoying their years of leisure. A drunk driver had sadly taken her life and that of her friend only 9 months before.
Dan was fit for his age. He still ran 5 miles a day and played Disc golf regularly, which he called hiking with plastic. He stood 6'1" and weighed 200 lbs. His graying hair, cut short with only a slight thining. His blue eyes seemed to twinkle in the right company.
Dan had never actually cheated on Jen, unless you counted his visits to strip clubs. He liked the atmosphere and of course the sexy women. He had never asked for or gotten a lap dance. He would watch them dance from the bar, he would tip his bartender well and leave. Adding to the dancers tip jar, if available.
Now staying home, he noticed how much the neighborhood and his neighbors had changed. Some were gone and replaced by people he was sure Jen had told him about. Others were now empty nesters or close to being empty nesters.
The Johnstons fit the almost empty nesters. Talking to Jack, he found out his son was an office manager and his oldest daughter was a nurse. His youngest daughter, who still lives at home, was going to the local college studying to be a teacher. Dan nodded and tried to remember the girls names as her Dad talked about them. It was then that Christine came out, smile and said her hellos and goodbyesas she headed out. Jack said she helped tour some kids across town as she left.
A little over an hour later, Dan pulled onto New York, New York, a strip club that he knew of but had yet to visit but since it was less than 30 minutes from his house and he was a widower he knew he would regularly. He was not prepared for the sight of the third dancer. Her hair was different, but the eyes and smile told him exactly who she was.
