A demand for help

Frank made himself a light lunch and ate it while listening to some music. He had expected to find retirement boring, away from the adrenaline rush of the street and the high risk high reward excitement of crime. So far, however, and thanks largely to the ****, it had been anything but boring. He was vastly entertained not only be the abundance of pussy, but by the sense that he was slowly corrupting the entire block. He grinned wolfishly at the thought, contemplating his next move.

His thoughts were interrupted by the chime of his doorbell. Before he could reach it, it chimed again, and then again immediately. Thinking that this was some horny bitch anxious for another dose of cock, Frank grinned as he opened the door, then frowned in surprise to see Tara Scott standing there, looking as pretty and sullen as ever.

"Miss Scott. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I need to talk to you," she said curtly, obviously annoyed.

"By all means. Come on in. Can I offer you some iced tea? Or lemonade?"

"No. I'm not thirsty," she replied following him into the kitchen. "I...I need to ask you a favour," she added making a face like she'd just tasted a dog shit sandwich.

"Are you sure I can't tempt you with lemonade? It's an old family recipe, the perfect thing for a hot day?"

"Oh...ok dammit, I'll have a glass," she said, biting her words off. Frank dosed the pitcher of lemonade, using his body to block his actions, then poured two glasses and handed her one.

"Cheers," he smiled clinking her glass and smiling quietly as she took a sip. "So what is this favour you need?"

"Oh, it's this stupid sorority I'm pledging. I have to go to college here, because I didn't get a scholarship and my stupid parents won't pay to send me where I want to go, but there's this sorority I want to join. I have to do some stupid stuff before they'll let me pledge."

"Ok. I don't see how I fit in," he smiled.

"You will if you listen," she snapped, then took another sip of lemonade and closed her eyes as if trying to keep her temper.

"I'm a little on edge," she said by way of apology. "I have to do some stupid stuff and prove I did it. And one of the things I have to do is send a picture to them of me kissing an old man who isn't in my family. And you're the only old man I know who isn't related to me." She took a deep breath and another long drink of lemonade that almost emptied her glass. Frank refilled it as Tara gathered her thoughts.

"But it can't be a kiss on the cheek or forehead thing. Fuck! These stupid bitches want a picture of me full on kissing an old man on the mouth. It's so fucking gross!"

"If you don't want to do it, then don't," Frank said calmly. "Pledge a different sorority."

"This is the one I want!" Tara said, as though explaining something to an idiot. "If I want in I have to do this. So fucking gross! So you'll help me, right?"

"Well actually, you're not exactly selling me on the idea. You're being more than a little bit rude, to tell you the truth."

Tara took a deep breath and scowled at him, pressing her lips together in irritation. She took another long sip of lemonade and sat the glass down, looking at the counter for a moment, then looking up and forcing a smile onto her face. She still looked sullen, but at least she was trying.

"I'm....I'm sorry...I'm just mad at the sorority...not at you...I....I apologise if I was rude." The words came out of her like someone was pulling them out with pliers, and Frank guessed the number of times Tara had apologised for anything could be counted on one hand.

"Apology accepted. And therefore, I agree to help you."

"Thanks," she said with a sulky pout, taking another sip of lemonade. She pulled out her phone and moved closer to Frank, holding the phone up as she leaned in and kissed him. He let her take the lead, barely responding as her lips pressed against his. She moved away with a little shudder, then looked at the picture and shook her head.

"It's not good enough. They want it to look...real....passionate...this looks...stupid...faked..." She showed him the picture, and he nodded agreement. She moved closer, holding her phone up and kissed him again, this time sliding a hand around his neck. Frank kissed her back but very gently and she broke the kiss and looked at her phone again.

"Ugh! Still looks fake. Shit." She took another swig of lemonade and moved in again, this time pressing her body against his and holding the back of his head with one hand, her soft lips moved with his and her mouth opened, her tongue darting. Frank slid his hands around her waist and kissed her deeply, his tongue teasing hers. He heard the click of the shutter several times as they kissed and Tara squirmed gently against him.

"Mmmm…" she gasped, finally breaking the kiss. "One of those must look good." She stood beside Frank, hip to hip as she scrolled through the pictures she had taken, murmuring approval at several of them. Frank slid a hand across her back and rested it on her rump, giving her a wolfish smile.

"Get everything you need?" he asked