Twilight10
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David Hathaway threw down a full house and laughed at the devastated looks on his friends' faces. Every Tuesday night was poker night with Tom, Mitch, and Edgar, as David's wife had weekly school committee meetings at the same time, and tonight David was cleaning them out. He pulled a pile of chips towards him and laughed again. "This isn't your night, huh?" he said to them.
David was 42 but looked like he was in his mid-30s. He was 5'9'', about 180 pounds, and while he was looking a bit soft with age he still held on the image of athleticism that he'd had his whole life. His brown hair was thinning on top. He wore blue jeans and a wife beater. His friends, all around his age, all wore jeans and plaid shirts. A thin stream of smoke from the ashtray in the center of the table rose like a silver vapor to the ceiling, and when it finally died down, Amy walked in.
Amy was David's stepdaughter. She was 18, a senior in high school, and David knew that soon she would be off to college. Amy had always been a bit shy around him, although he noticed that she was shy around most people. He could tell she wasn't very experienced, although he assumed that would change when she got to college.
She was gorgeous, though, and every time he and his friends saw her, an awkward silence fell over them, as if they were transfixed by her beauty. His friend Edgar always whispered, "You should tap that ass, man" as soon as she was out of the room, but David always waved him off. She was his stepdaughter, after all.
Amy smiled at the men, and David said, "Hey, Amy. You going out tonight or just gonna chill at home?"
David Hathaway threw down a full house and laughed at the devastated looks on his friends' faces. Every Tuesday night was poker night with Tom, Mitch, and Edgar, as David's wife had weekly school committee meetings at the same time, and tonight David was cleaning them out. He pulled a pile of chips towards him and laughed again. "This isn't your night, huh?" he said to them.
David was 42 but looked like he was in his mid-30s. He was 5'9'', about 180 pounds, and while he was looking a bit soft with age he still held on the image of athleticism that he'd had his whole life. His brown hair was thinning on top. He wore blue jeans and a wife beater. His friends, all around his age, all wore jeans and plaid shirts. A thin stream of smoke from the ashtray in the center of the table rose like a silver vapor to the ceiling, and when it finally died down, Amy walked in.
Amy was David's stepdaughter. She was 18, a senior in high school, and David knew that soon she would be off to college. Amy had always been a bit shy around him, although he noticed that she was shy around most people. He could tell she wasn't very experienced, although he assumed that would change when she got to college.
She was gorgeous, though, and every time he and his friends saw her, an awkward silence fell over them, as if they were transfixed by her beauty. His friend Edgar always whispered, "You should tap that ass, man" as soon as she was out of the room, but David always waved him off. She was his stepdaughter, after all.
Amy smiled at the men, and David said, "Hey, Amy. You going out tonight or just gonna chill at home?"