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exchange names, which was fine by me. I didn’t even try any pickup lines on her or anything. She seems like a great gal but not for me.
Right after takeoff, she is out like a light. I follow right behind her a short time later. We both wake up with only about an hour to go before we land. We start chatting again, this time about family and what we usually do for the holidays. As we land, I stand and stretch. My shirt rises just enough, showing my abs off. She sits right in front of me with a clear line of viewing them, too. I look down at her, giving her a million dollar smile. I know I’m fit and my six-pack is tight.
“Do you have a bag above?” I ask her, as I reach up for mine. Again, I watch her as my shirt lifts one more time.
“Yeah, I have one in there somewhere and you, mister, are one fit man.”
“That I am.”
She smiles at me before taking her bag and walking off the plane. I follow behind her, admiring her ass all the way down the tunnel, after all, I’m still human and a guy. After entering the airport, I need to head to my connecting flight. She turns, waves goodbye and off she goes in the opposite direction. I head over to my next gate just as they call first class to check in.
After landing and renting a truck for the week, I head out in the direction of my parents.’ Pulling into their driveway, I wonder to myself why they keep such an oversized house, for just the two of them. But I’m sure my dad feels he has worked hard for it, and for my mom, well, it’s for show. She holds many of her charity meetings here now. Clearly their marriage is one of convenience. Sure they love each other, but there is no spark between them, at least not from what I see. I will never settle for anything like that. I want what Mr. and Mrs. Evans have and has always had. You can tell by the way they look at each other that there is love, trust, commitment, and devotion.
I know Ryan will be home sometime tomorrow, so I will spend tonight in. After giving my mom a hug and kiss on the cheek, my dad a firm hand shake, I headed toward my old room to drop my bags there. After about a couple hours of talking with my mom and checking emails, I decide to walk down the street to see Mr. Evans anyway. He’s outside in the garage. His back is facing me, and he is tilting back a beer. Walking up, I want to say hello. I miss having him around for advice. He was a huge part of my life growing up.
“Hey there. You got one of those for me?”
“Cooper . . . how the hell are you?” He turns, gives me a hug and hands me a beer.
“Good, busy, crazy,” I say, smiling at him.
“Ryan said how hard you’ve been working. I’m proud of you, kid.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for you taking us to the races. And I mean it.” He really was there for me, day in and day out, for races, as well as at home sometimes. My dad was just so busy building his company that he forgot how to be a dad, though he seems a bit more eager to find out what is going on with me than ever before, not sure what has brought on the change.
“I might have driven the truck and signed the paper, but you did the hard part. You trained yourself for this day, so I know you’ll be great at it!”
“It’s a lot of hard work, but there is nothing I’d rather be doing. So, if it takes me busting my ass morning, noon, and night, then I’ll do it.”
I finish the beer while we shoot the shit for about an hour, before I hug him one more time then walk back home. It’s dark already, being that the East Coast is three hours ahead of us in California. With traveling all day, I’m somewhat exhausted, so I decide to hit the hay a bit earlier than I normally would have.
Christmas is a little less than a week away, and I still need to pick up a few presents. I head out after breakfast to the mall. It’s packed of course, but I have a plan to get what I need and get the hell out of there.
After I return home, I spend time
Right after takeoff, she is out like a light. I follow right behind her a short time later. We both wake up with only about an hour to go before we land. We start chatting again, this time about family and what we usually do for the holidays. As we land, I stand and stretch. My shirt rises just enough, showing my abs off. She sits right in front of me with a clear line of viewing them, too. I look down at her, giving her a million dollar smile. I know I’m fit and my six-pack is tight.
“Do you have a bag above?” I ask her, as I reach up for mine. Again, I watch her as my shirt lifts one more time.
“Yeah, I have one in there somewhere and you, mister, are one fit man.”
“That I am.”
She smiles at me before taking her bag and walking off the plane. I follow behind her, admiring her ass all the way down the tunnel, after all, I’m still human and a guy. After entering the airport, I need to head to my connecting flight. She turns, waves goodbye and off she goes in the opposite direction. I head over to my next gate just as they call first class to check in.
After landing and renting a truck for the week, I head out in the direction of my parents.’ Pulling into their driveway, I wonder to myself why they keep such an oversized house, for just the two of them. But I’m sure my dad feels he has worked hard for it, and for my mom, well, it’s for show. She holds many of her charity meetings here now. Clearly their marriage is one of convenience. Sure they love each other, but there is no spark between them, at least not from what I see. I will never settle for anything like that. I want what Mr. and Mrs. Evans have and has always had. You can tell by the way they look at each other that there is love, trust, commitment, and devotion.
I know Ryan will be home sometime tomorrow, so I will spend tonight in. After giving my mom a hug and kiss on the cheek, my dad a firm hand shake, I headed toward my old room to drop my bags there. After about a couple hours of talking with my mom and checking emails, I decide to walk down the street to see Mr. Evans anyway. He’s outside in the garage. His back is facing me, and he is tilting back a beer. Walking up, I want to say hello. I miss having him around for advice. He was a huge part of my life growing up.
“Hey there. You got one of those for me?”
“Cooper . . . how the hell are you?” He turns, gives me a hug and hands me a beer.
“Good, busy, crazy,” I say, smiling at him.
“Ryan said how hard you’ve been working. I’m proud of you, kid.”
“Well, I wouldn’t be where I am today if it wasn’t for you taking us to the races. And I mean it.” He really was there for me, day in and day out, for races, as well as at home sometimes. My dad was just so busy building his company that he forgot how to be a dad, though he seems a bit more eager to find out what is going on with me than ever before, not sure what has brought on the change.
“I might have driven the truck and signed the paper, but you did the hard part. You trained yourself for this day, so I know you’ll be great at it!”
“It’s a lot of hard work, but there is nothing I’d rather be doing. So, if it takes me busting my ass morning, noon, and night, then I’ll do it.”
I finish the beer while we shoot the shit for about an hour, before I hug him one more time then walk back home. It’s dark already, being that the East Coast is three hours ahead of us in California. With traveling all day, I’m somewhat exhausted, so I decide to hit the hay a bit earlier than I normally would have.
Christmas is a little less than a week away, and I still need to pick up a few presents. I head out after breakfast to the mall. It’s packed of course, but I have a plan to get what I need and get the hell out of there.
After I return home, I spend time
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