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Jesus, my dick sure did pick an awesome time to wake back up.

I crossed one leg over the opposite knee, reaching my hand down and using my leg as cover to readjust my cock in my pants.

“I heard he’s a dick,” I mentioned, gauging her reaction.

She sighed, long and loud.

“He is. Most definitely,” she agreed. “But his partner is an even bigger dick. I hated her for the longest time; and it hurts more, I think, to know that he cheated on me with her.”

“Seems like good riddance to me,” I muttered, only saying exactly what was on my mind.

I was forty-two years old.

I didn’t mince words. Not anymore.

I told it how it was, sparing no one’s feelings.

Which I think was another thing that took my daughter’s affection from me.

She hated that I was no longer with her mom and made no attempt to hide the fact that she was mad at me.

She intentionally acted out in school, no doubt a ploy for attention. I called her out on it when I picked her up from school after she was sent home to start a mandatory, three-day suspension for her outburst.

And I hadn’t seen her since.

It’d been three weeks.

“Where’s your head at?” A soft voice asked from beside me.

I turned to study Aspen.

“My kid,” I admitted.

“Your kid?” She repeated in surprise.

I nodded.

“How old is he?” She said, throwing her hair back over one shoulder.

“She’s sixteen,” I told her.

“Ohhh,” she smiled. “That’s a fun age. I remember when I was sixteen.”

I regarded her closely.

“Why do you say it like that?” I asked suspiciously.

“I lost my virginity at sixteen,” she admitted. “And I was a bad girl. I partied more than I slept.”

I glared at her.

“That’s not what I want to hear,” I told her. “I’m already dreading meeting her first boyfriend.”

“What if she’s already had one for a year now?” She teased.

I pinched her thigh, causing her to laugh.

“No, really. I was a good girl. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was twenty-two,” she decreed. “And even then, I wouldn’t count it as losing my virginity.”