kind girl

fiction

it had been roughly six months since j was dealing with issues regarding flaccid dick and no libido whatsoever. It was not a laughing matter - not at all!! very very serious once you considered his debilitating sperm loss, aging and no childen to extend the family tree. He worked in my university as a history professor although he was no good at history, perhaps good at history but so terrible at teaching that it canceled each other out. He would let us cheat, steal shout he would sit in the burgundy chair and pick his nose, all the time.

after being invited to his giant stupid house where he threw insufferable rich parties with his gorgeous botox wife, i went out shopping for new clothes. he needed someone to house sit - a golden retirever and two cats. J was an adult like that,He went out on dates and had a bedframe. His wife was talking to me about the exhaust fan malfunction when i wrote in my phone.

Inside the house of a particularly wealthy professor I wanted to sniff his detergent and crawl on all fours.

His wife thought of me kindly. she gave all her blessings and permission to do whatever i pleased. of course, untrue in regards to what i actually wanted to do but she showed the washroom and the balcony. She said iam his favorite student and I told her she looked unreal for fifty, I said I hope people don’t think you are his daughter to which she laughed and told me I looked very Mature. VERY MATURE AND WELL PUT TOGETHER YOUNG LADY, she said.

I could do whatever I wanted but the possibilities were paralyzing. i pulled my pants down and sat on the white duvet, i drank So Good Almond Unsweetened Milk. I pulled my feet up and fed his dogs. All my other poor friends were constanly ashamed of their monetary status, they would not talk about how poor they were and tried to always hide how they were constanly short on rent. If i had been less forthcoming about being poor, J would not have picked me. After contacting the college financial help administrationof which he was the head of- J had suggested I look over his house in times such as these; times of theatre dating and big loving. Since, he knew I was poor I concluded. He naturally thought I was honest and hardworking which, all my other poor friends were kind, honest, truthful, patient so J was correct in his general assumption; but the pleasure of proving him wrong was all sweetly mine.

An hour later there was practically nothing about him that I did not know. He liked COTTON UNDERGARMENTS and was watching BIG BOSS SEASON 17. he was suffering from ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION. he was FIFTY EIGHT and every year he went to PATEL PICTURES and got a family portrait with his wife.

the first time I had met J - I was revulsed by his easy laugh. He barely looked at the boys and mandated that all the girls in his class sit in the first two rows. Before i decided to call him a pervert, I briefly considered the possiblity of a terribly afraid J or just fond of female company J. but he was really only that ,a pervert. Out of all the perverts I had met in my short sweet life, he was of the worse kind. Rich,married pervert. My friends thought I was ungrateful towards him because he frankly helped me quite a bit with part time jobs and other money related problems which sometimes turned him as they said ‘Borderline sugar daddy-ish’. I thought quite the opposite. I thought he led a sad bitter life and out of faithful compassion towards his situation. I would sometimes house sit. I knew J and I knew he would be pleased to know I drank the almond milk. I knew J because he was 58 and lonely. but most of all because he was always asking to be known.

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