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Who's afraid of little old me? You should be! 😈
- Joined
- Nov 3, 2017
- Location
- Laughing up at you from hell.
Mr Peter's was in his usual place sat in front of the television on his battered old looking blue sofa. The day had so far followed the usual route however after he washed and shaved that morning he hadn't bothered to get dressed. Instead he was still sat in his pyjamas bottoms a white stringed vest and a dark blue bathrobe. As far as he could remember he had nothing planned for the day and what was the point off being retired if you couldn't slob out from time to time when you wanted he had told himself.
The old man was in his late sixties. His hair was completely white and his comb over helped to cover over the fact that it was thinning on top. Due to his stoop he was no longer close to six foot in height and thou he was skinny in frame Mr Peter's had a large pot belly to show for his many years off drinking real ale. His skin was a pale colour covered with skin tags and as tough as old boots. His once handsome good looks had long disappear to be replaced by weathered haggard features.
He still lived in the same two bedroom council flat that he had done for the best part of forty years now. The living room where he was sat was normally dark due to the thick curtains that hung from the window. In truth since his wife had passed away through a short illness six years ago the housework had slip somewhat and everywhere could do with a good clean.
Flicking from channel to channel in the vain hope that there might actually be something decent to watch for a change. He was old enough to remember when there had been only three channels to watch and there didn't seem to be anything good on now that there were over two hundred! He did however enjoy occasionally lusting over the busty young call girls on the adult channels. Remembering the days when he was able to enjoy such pleasure of the flesh.
Suddenly he sat up a little straighter on the sofa as he heard the soft tapping on the front door. Shortly afterwards followed by another knock.
"It's open!" He called out loudly as a few more knocks came from his front door. Wishing hadn't shouted as he began coughing his gut out. Years off chain smoking had left its mark on his lungs.
The old man was in his late sixties. His hair was completely white and his comb over helped to cover over the fact that it was thinning on top. Due to his stoop he was no longer close to six foot in height and thou he was skinny in frame Mr Peter's had a large pot belly to show for his many years off drinking real ale. His skin was a pale colour covered with skin tags and as tough as old boots. His once handsome good looks had long disappear to be replaced by weathered haggard features.
He still lived in the same two bedroom council flat that he had done for the best part of forty years now. The living room where he was sat was normally dark due to the thick curtains that hung from the window. In truth since his wife had passed away through a short illness six years ago the housework had slip somewhat and everywhere could do with a good clean.
Flicking from channel to channel in the vain hope that there might actually be something decent to watch for a change. He was old enough to remember when there had been only three channels to watch and there didn't seem to be anything good on now that there were over two hundred! He did however enjoy occasionally lusting over the busty young call girls on the adult channels. Remembering the days when he was able to enjoy such pleasure of the flesh.
Suddenly he sat up a little straighter on the sofa as he heard the soft tapping on the front door. Shortly afterwards followed by another knock.
"It's open!" He called out loudly as a few more knocks came from his front door. Wishing hadn't shouted as he began coughing his gut out. Years off chain smoking had left its mark on his lungs.