Rate this story A few sprays of cologne and I felt ready to go. I was dressed rather nicely, wearing some designer jeans, a nice, buttoned shirt, and a blazer. I wasn’t on my way to a wild party, or a date with a hot chick; I was having dinner with my neighbor, Mrs. Holt. I lived with my widowed father in a nice neighborhood. My dad was a vice president at this big pharmaceutical company, which meant he was either working at his office, or wining and dining people for work. Thankfully, his huge paycheck meant that I wanted...
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