Chapter 26
by 
BackUp40
Do you fuck her to find your son, or get out of here and find him yourself?
Go find your son yourself
You didn't want to be in her little book of people to fuck. "No," you told Andrea.
"What?" She looked at you stunned.
"No. This feels very wrong to me. I'm not going to have sex with you." You move to get up from your seat and walk to the door.
Andrea spoke. "Why?" The way she asked the question sounded so innocent.
"Because." Your heart was thudding from your nerves. This young beauty didn't care about her innocence or morals. If you had to guess, she was a horny little whore who wanted an old man to fuck her to be popular with her friends.
"You can't, or you don't want to?" She asked, getting her clothes back on. "I guess you're too old, right?" Her little insult fell to deft ears. Her words were just a ruse to hide the embarrassment and shame from a man rejecting her sexual advances.
Her eyes were becoming misty, the lust and seduction from earlier completely replaced by this hurt young adult. Your heart dropped, feeling her pain. You have been in that position before. Years ago.
You looked her up and down and noticed how her face is so pretty—not like Ava or the rest of the beauties in this town, but a special, unique look. She's the kind of girl that has to grow into their own body. Not everyone looks the way they do forever. The way she's dressed and she's not trying hard proves to you. She's just an insecure young person trying to find her place in society.
Your mind is racing, thinking of how to break the uncomfortable silence. "You know. I am older and married. I can't throw away my marriage for a fling. A beautiful fling, but still. I'm in love with my wife. And I know you should be finding love instead of fucking random scumbags. Do you understand?"
She nodded her head as you gave her a small pat on the back and left to find your son. You look through the halls to hear moaning coming from one of the rooms.
