4lovers -21

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My old man is a bad man.

He's on vacation with his family.

I think.

I guess Europe.

"Do you want kids?" he asks.

He says I'll be a good mom.

He can feel it.

My old man.

He's a nice man.

I ask him if he's booking me this week.

He replies promptly and says sorry he's away. 

He has two phones, but he needs a text app for me.

So he can turn off the notification.

He says, "Love."

I told him he can't have my real name because I'm afraid he'll stalk me.

He told me only if I make him fall in love.

He told me, "Stop doing this or you'll fall in love."

My old man.

He's a sweet man. 

Maybe he was born in the summer.

My sign, it says we're lovers, we're passionate.

We're creatures of the water.

But I was born in the winter.

I'm focused on my money.

I don't forget to collect my fee.

My old man.

Love is a big word, don't talk to me about that.

I asked him once for wine, white.

Next time I was afraid to ask, so I prepped with my own vodka, neat.

But in his bag he uncovered cheese, crackers, white wine.

Cute.

He gave me the condoms to keep, threw out the wine bottle, and packed up the snacks.

I took the toilet tissue.

They put two extra in the room, and I'm sure I needed that.

I liked this room.

I told him we can share an Uber, but he said, "How would that work? Me to Brooklyn and you to the Upper West Side."

I asked him if it'd be easier if I was his nanny.

He said, "We've had some hot nannys."

He said something about it being worse than what we're doing now.

I don't know, the vodka is hitting.

My old man didn't book me this week.

end. - My old man