Blaine was currently stopped at a red light, only a few miles away from home. It was Friday and so he had been able to leave work a little earlier than normal. Blaine ran his own company and they were doing very well for themselves. He had been inspired to open his own business when his ex-wife had left him because he hadnt been able to buy her as many things as he had hoped he would have been able to. Now though, thanks to his new job, money was no longer an issue in his life, but he no longer was married. He tried a few times to try and date again but nothing ever seemed right, he always saw her face.
Looking in the rear view mear he looked at his reflection, fixing his ruffled hair a bit and attempting to fix his tie, which was crumpled and messy. Straightening his shirt he tucked it back into his pants and buttoned the top few buttons again. Opening the glove compartment he took out a cologn and sprayed himself a few times to mask the smell. Observing himself in the mirror again he cursed to himself as he noticed the lip stick on his neck. Using a napkin he quickly disposed of the lip marks and stuffed them into the glove compartment once again, just in time for the light.
Turning in to his street, he sighed. For the last few months he had been having meaningless sex with his secretary. It didnt mean anything to him, he had no feelings for her but he had been so lonely lately that when she had come onto him he just couldnt refuse. This had gone on for a while now, but obviously he didnt want his daughter to know. Who knew what would happen? Pulling up into the driveway he hit the garage opener and parked inside. Pulling on his jacket over his white shirt he closed the door and walked inside. "Hey Honey I'm home! You here?" He called throughout the house.
Looking in the rear view mear he looked at his reflection, fixing his ruffled hair a bit and attempting to fix his tie, which was crumpled and messy. Straightening his shirt he tucked it back into his pants and buttoned the top few buttons again. Opening the glove compartment he took out a cologn and sprayed himself a few times to mask the smell. Observing himself in the mirror again he cursed to himself as he noticed the lip stick on his neck. Using a napkin he quickly disposed of the lip marks and stuffed them into the glove compartment once again, just in time for the light.
Turning in to his street, he sighed. For the last few months he had been having meaningless sex with his secretary. It didnt mean anything to him, he had no feelings for her but he had been so lonely lately that when she had come onto him he just couldnt refuse. This had gone on for a while now, but obviously he didnt want his daughter to know. Who knew what would happen? Pulling up into the driveway he hit the garage opener and parked inside. Pulling on his jacket over his white shirt he closed the door and walked inside. "Hey Honey I'm home! You here?" He called throughout the house.