TheWanderer
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 12, 2011
Richard hadn't taken the divorce well. At 35 years old, he should be happily married, not a divorcee left to raise a 16 year old girl on his own. His wife had run off with his best friend, of course, but Richard had been the one to walk in on them fucking like Rabbits. Richard had nearly broken his hand laying into his (former) best friend after that.
So Richard, like the Irish in him, turned to drink. He was tall, at 6'2", and had been an athlete most of his life so took to it well at first. His body was still lean and toned though perhaps starting to get a little soft around the edges now that he had stopped working out, stopped caring about his appearance.
Presently, he was sitting on the couch at night, watching some mindless show on TV as he threw back beer after beer. He was wearing a bathrobe and nothing else, though his legs were dangerously wide, nearly exposing himself. He had stubble on his face and his usually short hair was in need of a haircut.
So Richard, like the Irish in him, turned to drink. He was tall, at 6'2", and had been an athlete most of his life so took to it well at first. His body was still lean and toned though perhaps starting to get a little soft around the edges now that he had stopped working out, stopped caring about his appearance.
Presently, he was sitting on the couch at night, watching some mindless show on TV as he threw back beer after beer. He was wearing a bathrobe and nothing else, though his legs were dangerously wide, nearly exposing himself. He had stubble on his face and his usually short hair was in need of a haircut.