So for some context I’ve been enjoying my twenties pretty much by living like the loosest cannon I can be. I’ve travelled a lot and become pretty much as sexually adventurous as your going to get coming from a small commuter town.
So back to our story, growing up I was always pretty shy. Being shy in a British school is pretty much a magnet for being picked on, there was always one guy in particular that made my life rotten and I’ve never really forgotten it. Flash forward a few years and who should I see in a pub but this asshole out with dear old dad. Now one Friday evening while walking back from work I happen to pass the same pub and who should be sitting outside enjoying a nice after work pint but dear old assholes dad (who surprisingly was pretty attractive, mum must have fucked the milkman for sure on this one). Seeing as it’s a free Friday and I really fucking hate asshole, the slut in me whispered an absolutely perfect plan.
I unbuttoned my shirt a bit, bought a pint and made sure my best red lipstick was on perfectly and got to work.