AxemanChapter 11
I was stretched out on the couch in my sweats and jersey watching playoff hockey and zoning, when the door opened. Two happy girls entered, carrying bags of clothes. “Did you lose one?” “We dropped Nat off at work, she could only get someone to cover for a couple hours.” Dumping the bags in their bedroom, I was dragged by the hand to my bedroom by Kate. “Shirt, sweats. You know the drill.” I undressed to the smiling eyes of a cute seventeen-year old girl. Leaving only my flannel boxers...