a_libertine
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Kevin looked at the mirror on his way out the door, wondering idly who he was kidding. At a ripe young age of 36, twice divorced, he knew better than to care too much about he looked. Though the possibility of catching a hold of a young nubile nymphet while there was certainly diminished by the location and occasion of the party Kevin which was headed.
This was Charles' kids graduation party. The only reason Kevin was attending was to bring some levity to Charles and his wife Carol as they worried the night away about what some 20 teen-aged kids would be doing in a pool and hot tub until the wee hours of the morning.
Besides what else was there to do in early June in Kansas City? Go to a Royals game? That was for Sundays after the hang over went away.
About an hour drive later, Kevin arrived in the Brookside neighborhood where the King's lived. Brookside is a moderately wealthy neighborhood, average income somewhere around $200,000 level; compared to Kevin's own neighborhood of Strawberry Hill of near $60,000.
Sitting in front of the house of his best friend, Kevin watched as a batch of four girls went screaming out of the front of the house, their laughter filling the night. For half a heart beat, Kevin understood what the first line of the Jethro Tull song actually meant, and he set it aside.
Getting out of the car he headed inside, only to see a beautiful brunette roar passed him in a pair of shorts and tight tank top. Smiling he worked his way to the kitchen, following the swaying, and oh so lovely derrière, to see Charles and Carol fussing over a mini buffet for dinner. The voice of the brunette shocked him out of his reverie in the kitchen as he realized that he was nearly drooling over Anna.
"Fuck," he thought to himself, "when did she grow up AND beautiful."
Kevin looked at the mirror on his way out the door, wondering idly who he was kidding. At a ripe young age of 36, twice divorced, he knew better than to care too much about he looked. Though the possibility of catching a hold of a young nubile nymphet while there was certainly diminished by the location and occasion of the party Kevin which was headed.
This was Charles' kids graduation party. The only reason Kevin was attending was to bring some levity to Charles and his wife Carol as they worried the night away about what some 20 teen-aged kids would be doing in a pool and hot tub until the wee hours of the morning.
Besides what else was there to do in early June in Kansas City? Go to a Royals game? That was for Sundays after the hang over went away.
About an hour drive later, Kevin arrived in the Brookside neighborhood where the King's lived. Brookside is a moderately wealthy neighborhood, average income somewhere around $200,000 level; compared to Kevin's own neighborhood of Strawberry Hill of near $60,000.
Sitting in front of the house of his best friend, Kevin watched as a batch of four girls went screaming out of the front of the house, their laughter filling the night. For half a heart beat, Kevin understood what the first line of the Jethro Tull song actually meant, and he set it aside.
Getting out of the car he headed inside, only to see a beautiful brunette roar passed him in a pair of shorts and tight tank top. Smiling he worked his way to the kitchen, following the swaying, and oh so lovely derrière, to see Charles and Carol fussing over a mini buffet for dinner. The voice of the brunette shocked him out of his reverie in the kitchen as he realized that he was nearly drooling over Anna.
"Fuck," he thought to himself, "when did she grow up AND beautiful."