My name is Stephen Simmons and although it might sound like a cliché, my life until recently was the definition of mundane. Some might feel that having a successful career, married to a beautiful woman, father to a charming, smart young adult and only 36 years young would be the cat's meow. Unfortunately, for me money is not everything and if you could think of a more tedious job than selling insurance, I would like to know what it is. Sure, the money is good and it beats digging ditches or a taking a sharp stick in the eye but boring is an understatement.
Marriage to my wife has turned into more routine than loving. Crystal is beautiful, witty, and intelligent; we have just grown apart over the years. Love making for the two of us is a lot like nail clipping; not a lot of fun but somewhat of a necessity.
My daughter, Samantha, on the other hand is the sole bright spot in my life. She recently turned 18 and is a senior at Our Holy Lady Academy and will be taking part in some college orientations to decide where should would like to attend. Money and brains are not a problem for Sam so she will attend the college of her choice.
This is where the story begins and my mundane life of 36 years completely changed. It was about five o'clock and two of Sam's friends were coming by for a visit that I requested. Kristen and Isabella are going to be accompanying Sam on a trip to check out a college and to put it bluntly; Kristen has quite the reputation and I decided that she needed a talking to about some ground rules that would be needed for this trip. Not wanting to appear to be picking on Kristen, I asked Isabella to attend. Isabella is a parent's dream child; perfect grades, no boys, and never in an ounce of trouble.
I heard my secretary, Kim, tap at my door and announce, "Mr. Simmons, I'll be leaving for the day."
"Ok, thanks Kim. Leave the door unlocked please. I'm expecting someone. By the way, I liked that perfume today." I replied. Sure, I flirted with her. Why shouldn't I? Like they say, you never know. Kim was more into the rock band type and I'm more of the Alan Thicke type. Not a bad looking guy just a little older, a little more apathetic about things like the gym and keeping up to date with GQ fashion. She was never rude in return just not responsive.
About ten minutes later, I heard someone enter the waiting room and approach my door. Sure enough, it was Kristen. I knew she would be first. Her eagerness to please was just a cover for her wild side. Kristen had been the center of many a local rumor. As she entered the office, she gave me a sly smile accompanied by a couple of big dimples. It was not completely her fault for her wicked ways; Kristen suffered from serious daddy issues; hence the talk.
"Hi, Mr. Simmons, how are you? Am I early?" she mused. She was an 18-year-old, 5'7" tall, 120 pound, stunning brunette; damn did she look good. Think Eliza Dushku with larger breasts. How she managed to make the same innocent, schoolgirl outfit my daughter wore look so trashy only God knew.
I got up from behind my desk and managed a stern "Nope, right on time. Come in and sit down."
"I love your office, Mr. Simmons," Kristen said as she sat down. She was such a suck up. I'm glad I could see through her hotness, however barely. I made my way over to the edge of my desk and thought about how best to approach the subject at hand.
"Kristen thanks for coming. I am glad to see that you are taking some interest in college. I won't lie; I had some doubts. That is part of the reason why I asked you here today." I stated rather bluntly.
