Frank Blake arrived at the school early, picking up his sophomore step daughter from school. Sitting in his large quad cab 3/4 ton pick up truck which dwarfed most of all the other parent's cars that lined up behind the line of school buses. His wife Anne had asked him to pick her up today as she had a meeting across town. Frank didn't mind, truthfully. He liked his step-daughter. In reality he liked her way more than a step father should. Laying in bed at night, with her mother sleeping peacefully beside him, he often fantasized about the adorable and sexy blonde girl and what he would like to do to her.
In his mid-forties, he was slightly older than his wife, but that didn't matter, he worked out hard every day to stay in shape so he had the body of a much younger man. That his black hair held nearly no gray in it, also made him look younger. He had a small mustache and a bit of a soul patch. When he wore a hat and sunglasses, he was often mistaken with that guy from the pirate movies.
As he was early, he knew that he had a bit of a wait. So he turned his radio up and listened to his favorite Johnny Cash mix. His fingers thrummed against the steering wheel to the beat of I walk the line
In his mid-forties, he was slightly older than his wife, but that didn't matter, he worked out hard every day to stay in shape so he had the body of a much younger man. That his black hair held nearly no gray in it, also made him look younger. He had a small mustache and a bit of a soul patch. When he wore a hat and sunglasses, he was often mistaken with that guy from the pirate movies.
As he was early, he knew that he had a bit of a wait. So he turned his radio up and listened to his favorite Johnny Cash mix. His fingers thrummed against the steering wheel to the beat of I walk the line