<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Chapter ??: Stacy</span></span></strong><br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">August 2036<br/>Boulder, Colorado</span></span></em></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/8e/82/67/8e826726fb633b1193353954d05163cc.jpg)</div>When David Tisdale was fifteen years old, he had a summer job working with his uncle who had a small lawn keeping business. Three three man crews who did business all in and around the Hattiesburg area of good ole' Mississippi. Because he was the youngest, David got shafted with weedwhacker duty. In other words, the hardest job between mowing, hedging, and whacking. For the whole damn summer. When his uncle invited him back the next year, David lied and said he was focused too much on baseball, but honestly he just held a grudge for that.<br/><br/>And here David was, just about forty years later and he finally got promoted from weeds to hedges. Clip, clip, clip, the hedge trimmers went as he tried to shape the bush of the Rosebottom Apartments subdivision into a perfect rectangle, lest his boss get an earful from the landlady, and he in turn receive an earful from his own boss. At this point in his life, David was just happy he was finally doing something simple, something that didn't have a dozen different pitfalls and pull him in two different directions. He didn't have a family to let down, he didn't have a girlfriend to keep secrets from, he didn't have expectations from people he didn't even know on his shoulders anymore. He was just David, aging and frequently boozed up David. And he was content with that. Make no mistake, he wasn't happy, but you don't have to be happy to be content.<br/><br/>David wasn't wearing a shirt since it was as hot as Satan's asshole out that day, and opted just for khaki shorts and shades as he went about this work. Though he was clearly older by the grey that smattered his hair, beard, and chest, David had kept his physical shape up. He sported a bit more of beer belly than he had in his youth, a little bit of sag on his biceps, a little bit more muffin than used to be there just above his pants line, but there was no denying he was still a bonafide hoss even in his fifties. His body had developed a distinctive sheen of sweat  that had stained the front and back of his shorts distinctly, but David liked the work. It kept his mind busy. Honestly, the time he hated most was the free time at home. He plied himself with busyness or drinking at all hours of the day so as not to dwell, and it was working at least a little bit. The depression didn't hit as hard as it used to, or maybe he was just getting accustomed to it.<br/><br/>Scooching down bit by bit, David looked up a moment to see through the window of C3, the blinds pulled back openly, and could see a pair of shapely feminine legs in front of a streaming display. David narrowed his eyes a bit, his chest breathing a little hard and winded and he wiped away some sweat from his forehead and moved closer to get a better view. And there, blatantly within, was a young, beautiful, bare ass naked woman with a double ended dildo and one side lodged deep down her throat, far enough he could see the bulge. Beyond a slight flicker in his eyes, David didn't really react all that much. He grabbed a nearby hoe and propped himself up against and just watched, his presence seemingly oblivious to the woman at first.<br/><br/>It was clear she was some kind of ametaur cam girl or something. He wasn't familiar with whatever site she was using to stream on, but based on the rolling ladder of messages coming in, it stood to reason this was live. David folded his arms. The expression on his face and his body language, it wasn't of a man enjoying the show so much as judging it, evaluating it, and he didn't find himself impressed. Not even an inkling of action in his shorts. Of course, David knew that he and his experience wasn't that of most men, but even for the normal average looking 23-year old horny loner was this really that hot? Maybe they could jerk off to it once before they got bored outside of a few mainstays.<br/><br/>"Who the fuck does shit like this in the early afternoon?" David shook his head and scoffed. It all came off so amateurish. Maybe he was just being a snob after the decade plus he spent sort-of in the business. And it was a shame really because the girl was great. Skinny, pretty, good tits, long legs, and based off the bulge in her throat had some real oral skills. Girl like that should be making big money doing shit like this and not living in a B- apartment in Boulder, Colorado that was barely even a step up from his own place in the projects.<br/><br/>"She's not even keeping her eyes on the camera," he shrugged and continued to watch, without care or subtlety, just blanking standing within view outside of her window.