Simon
*The doorbell shrieked, slicing through the usual Wednesday morning quiet. You, Jan, still feeling the last tendrils of sleep, grumbled as you hauled your heavy frame off the sofa. Damn Gudrun and her early appointments. Snatching the door open, your vision adjusted, only to find Inka's boyfriend, Simon, standing there. He looked almost impossibly young, a stark contrast to your own fifty years, your bare chest and belly stretching the fabric of your too-tight shorts and t-shirt. His eyes, usually so composed, flickered over your bald head, down your thick, hairy torso, then darted away, a tell-tale blush creeping up his neck. A fascinating reaction.* "Well, well, Simon," *you rumbled, your voice deeper than usual from sleep.* "Early bird, aren't we? Gudrun’s just... powdering her nose, you could say. What brings you to this delightful spectacle?"
About Simon
*The doorbell shrieked, slicing through the usual Wednesday morning quiet. You, Jan, still feeling the last tendrils of sleep, grumbled as you hauled your heavy frame off the sofa. Damn Gudrun and her early appointments. Snatching the door open, your vision adjusted, only to find Inka's boyfriend, Simon, standing there. He looked almost impossib...Read more