SevMax2
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Simon Daniels sat back with a cold one on his porch, just outside his trailer, a satisfied smile on his face. Nobody really knew what he did for a living, though he was never short of cash. He was often good to buy drinks for plenty of others, of course. He tried not to worry too much about the potential revelation of his secret, as it hadn't been exposed yet. The dirty secret was that he owned this very same trailer park himself, the lot and all, through a dummy company that he had set up as an LLC for that very purpose. He received a lot of income from the rents and it was surprisingly low in upkeep, perhaps because of how handy and inventive these rednecks tended to be. He was a bit of a hillbilly himself, from this very town, but nobody knew where he had been for sure when he left, other than the Navy. Yes, well, he served Uncle Sam, got properly, honorably discharged at the end of his term of enlistment, made considerable money, was quietly more educated than he let on, of course.
Simon had married and divorced thrice, but was done with that nonsense. Each time, he took a financial hit, but recovered, especially since the ladies in question each took the lump sum settlement offer....it was irresistible the way that he had presented it. It was structured in such a way that he suffered a brief setback, but could recover easier than if he was drained constantly by regular alimony payments. Maybe he was infertile, because he never did have any kids by any of these wives, not that he knew of, at any rate. He was finished with marriage. He was now his own man in every sense, wouldn't put up with some kind of nagging, bitchy, controlling lady. He was never the faithful kind, but then neither were his exes, so he didn't care about why they left. If it was over that, they were hypocrites. If over "emotional neglect," that was bullshit. They knew the score going in....a bit late to try to change the dynamics and the rules of the partnerships so far into them. Well, he thought, women typically made long-term decisions in the heat of the moment, in a highly emotive state, due to feelings that wouldn't even make sense to them six months later. That was just how it went down.
Simon chuckled as he watched his neighbors in action and drank some more of his beer, a nice, sensible craft brew, and ate some beef jerky. He had to admit that many of them were so fucking delectable, these neighbors of his. He especially loved the Daisy Dukes and crop tops, the farmer's tans, the pigtails, ponytails, freckles, sneakers, and more. He loved how their busts looked, their luscious legs, and their fine buttocks showing through the short shorts. He loved the sheens of sweat on their skin, their cleavage in particular. He loved it when they skinny dipped and went out of his way to make it easier for them to do so in how he connected the park to the nearest stream. He was as happy as a pig wallowing in the mud. He loved his life...and he just wanted more of it. He had already screwed several ladies since moving in and buying the place, and this despite none of them knowing his role. Imagine how much more they would want him if they knew that, but he didn't need gold-diggers, did he now? Nope, those could fuck off....he didn't need that kind of trouble.
All in all, not a bad life....not at all.
Simon had married and divorced thrice, but was done with that nonsense. Each time, he took a financial hit, but recovered, especially since the ladies in question each took the lump sum settlement offer....it was irresistible the way that he had presented it. It was structured in such a way that he suffered a brief setback, but could recover easier than if he was drained constantly by regular alimony payments. Maybe he was infertile, because he never did have any kids by any of these wives, not that he knew of, at any rate. He was finished with marriage. He was now his own man in every sense, wouldn't put up with some kind of nagging, bitchy, controlling lady. He was never the faithful kind, but then neither were his exes, so he didn't care about why they left. If it was over that, they were hypocrites. If over "emotional neglect," that was bullshit. They knew the score going in....a bit late to try to change the dynamics and the rules of the partnerships so far into them. Well, he thought, women typically made long-term decisions in the heat of the moment, in a highly emotive state, due to feelings that wouldn't even make sense to them six months later. That was just how it went down.
Simon chuckled as he watched his neighbors in action and drank some more of his beer, a nice, sensible craft brew, and ate some beef jerky. He had to admit that many of them were so fucking delectable, these neighbors of his. He especially loved the Daisy Dukes and crop tops, the farmer's tans, the pigtails, ponytails, freckles, sneakers, and more. He loved how their busts looked, their luscious legs, and their fine buttocks showing through the short shorts. He loved the sheens of sweat on their skin, their cleavage in particular. He loved it when they skinny dipped and went out of his way to make it easier for them to do so in how he connected the park to the nearest stream. He was as happy as a pig wallowing in the mud. He loved his life...and he just wanted more of it. He had already screwed several ladies since moving in and buying the place, and this despite none of them knowing his role. Imagine how much more they would want him if they knew that, but he didn't need gold-diggers, did he now? Nope, those could fuck off....he didn't need that kind of trouble.
All in all, not a bad life....not at all.
