Since moving back to the Vancouver area, I’ve been dog-sitting for my friend’s dad. Usually I stop by his place if he’s working late and take her for a walk, feed her, and hang out for a bit. A few times he’s gone out of town or won’t get home until late because of travel and I’ve stayed the night with her. She’s a rescue and while she’s great at home during the day, she gets anxious if she’s alone a night so I just stay in the spare room if I have to spend the night or stay late. It’s better than trying to get home at whatever weird hours my friend’s dad returns.
Now, about my friend’s dad. He is a 6’0 ginger with green eyes, huge shoulders and arms, a bit of a beer belly, and well kept beard. He also has a jawline that a Greek statue would envy, and a smile that could charm the pants off a nun. In my case, his smile makes my panties tear themselves off my body and fly across the room. He’s also only 16 years older than me because my friend’s parents had her young. So he’s not *that* old. I mean, he’s still old, but he’s only 40’s old. Not 50’s or 60’s old like my other friend’s fathers.