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Chapter 2 by Rookiegag Rookiegag

Who are you?

Loke Andersson, 20 years old, luxury mechanic

I walk out of the kitchen and over to the bathroom, feeling the need to rinse my face with some cold water. The cold water splashing over my face feels good, helps center my mind on the now. I dry my face and look in the mirror.

At 6 foot 3 I stood out in most crowds. Not to mention my muscular 215 pounds frame or icy blue eyes, made brighter by the contrast with my dark brown hair. Not much of that muscle came from the gym, more from my high intensity job as a luxury car mechanic. I´d had to take some big loans to earn my license to work with these cars, but now I was one of the few people on the east coast who could do this legally. So everyday I was running around lifting metal and doing what I loved, working with cars.

My phone rang, it was my boss. Looks like a client needed another emergency fix...

~A week later~

I exit my van, feeling awkward in the suit. I probably only wore it like twice a year so I never got used to it, honestly I prefer my overalls or sweatshirts. The lawyers office seems modest, not that I´m an expert but its certainly not gaudy. I walk in through the front door and up to an elderly receptionist. "Hello, I´m Loke Andersson. I have an appointment with Mr. Dennis." She checked some list next to her keyboard and then looked up at me. "He´s waiting for you along with her Mr. Andersson. Up the stairs there and third door on your right." She says and points to the left.

I walk up the stairs briskly, feeling nervous and wanting to get it over with. I followed the corridor upstairs and turned to the third door on the right, it had a small nameplate on it that said "Mr. Adam Dennis, Lawyer: Specialized in family affairs". I knock and then open the door. His office has a large window at the back, looking down on the street below. Mr. Dennis appears to be an middle aged white man with a bald head and a well kept mustache. He´s sitting at a minimalistic desk typing away at his computer while talking to the woman you assume must be your milf . You had totally forgotten how she looked, but seeing as she was kneeling on a pillow, naked in front of Mr. Dennis you got a pretty good look...

What does she look like?

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