By Rodney Robertsen
Clarissa is my sister Claire’s daughter, and like her mother, she loves money. Claire married a good man, took him for every dime he had, divorced him, and is on the prowl for her next sugar daddy- but that’s a different story.
Clarissa is about 20 years old, done with high school and not doing much with her life, part time jobs here or there, but mostly sitting around in her room on her computer, doing god knows what. I know this because I’m over at Claire’s place pretty regularly, doing hand man stuff, mowing the lawn, fixing broken drawers, things like that, things that she has no clue how to do, or frankly, any desire. Since she’s family, and I’m semi-retired, I swing by a few times a week to help her out. Claire is kind of a cunt, but she’s family, and I know her house would fall into disrepair if I wasn’t around, so I’m over there frequently.
Yesterday afternoon, I knocked, and then went in. I knew Claire was gone, so headed to the kitchen to make a K Cup of coffee, and then planned to work on the flower bed in front a little.