An old friend of his father's

Danny was surprised when the door opened to reveal Mr. Hendrickson, his dad's friend who moved away a couple of years ago. He was about 45 years old, had well-styled brown hair, a moustache, was buff, tall, and dressed like a lumberjack out of someone's wet dreams.

"Well, my my my," the older man said, "Danny! Wasn't expecting to see you, especially not like this."

Danny blushed at the comment.

"Oh, sorry about that Mr. Hendrickson," Danny started to say, "You see, my unifor-"

"Oh please, you're an adult now. Call me Max," his father's friend said, "And no need for an explanation about why you're in your birthday suit right now, because I'm not complaining. Why don't you step inside and I'll grab the money for you."

"O-okay."

With that, Danny stepped inside and Max closed the door behind him, getting quite close to Danny as he did so.

"I'll be right back," he whispered in Danny's ear, then left.