1LuckyUncle
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OOC: Chuck Monroe. 42 years old. 5'8". 160 pounds. Well build with thinning blonde hair.
IC:
After my five mile run, I peeled off my sweat-drenched tee shirt and took a moment to admire my reflection in the glass patio door. All my hard work was finally starting to pay off. I had lost twenty pounds in two months, and I was in better shape than I had been since my teen years.
A wolf whistle brought me crashing back to reality. I suddenly remembered I had company. My young niece -- who had come to live with me for the summer -- had caught me in a moment of unfortunate narcissism.
Instead of being embarrassed, I decided to see if I could possibly turn it to my advantage. For the better part of a week, I could swear the girl was flirting with me. At first I chalked it up to loneliness and an overactive imagination. But there was only one way to find out for sure.
"Like what you see?" I asked.
OOC: Chuck Monroe. 42 years old. 5'8". 160 pounds. Well build with thinning blonde hair.
IC:
After my five mile run, I peeled off my sweat-drenched tee shirt and took a moment to admire my reflection in the glass patio door. All my hard work was finally starting to pay off. I had lost twenty pounds in two months, and I was in better shape than I had been since my teen years.
A wolf whistle brought me crashing back to reality. I suddenly remembered I had company. My young niece -- who had come to live with me for the summer -- had caught me in a moment of unfortunate narcissism.
Instead of being embarrassed, I decided to see if I could possibly turn it to my advantage. For the better part of a week, I could swear the girl was flirting with me. At first I chalked it up to loneliness and an overactive imagination. But there was only one way to find out for sure.
"Like what you see?" I asked.
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