Becca Bush, a 20-year old college student far from home

You had already poured yourself a good cup of coffee when you heard movement and rustling in the laundromat. Since your apartment is attached to the laundromat itself, you pretty much bring home and work together with you each time you woke up. Opening the employee's only door, the morning sun greeting you through the glass windows, you are greeted by a familiar, cheery smile.

"Good Morning Mr. Sinner" Becca Bush greeted you warmly as she stood besides one of the laundry machines, a basket filled to the brim with soiled clothes and undergarments right next to her feet.

"Morning Becca, is it a Saturday already? You brought quite a lot of clothes with you this time" You greeted Becca with a smile, approaching her with a a spare coffee mug in hand. Becca's a third-year student in the nearby college and one of your regular customers. In fact, she's been taking her clothes to be washed in your laundromat ever since you took over the place two years ago.

"You know me sir, thanks for the coffee as usual" Becca takes a sip of the coffee before continuing to dump her load into the laundry machine. Meanwhile, you took the opportunity to admire Becca's outfit of the day. The brunette had her hair tied up in a bun as usual, with her trademark red bandana tied around her hair.

Becca chose a simple, thin white tank top that did little to cover up her pinkish black-laced bra which itself does more to highlight her plentiful breasts. You suspect Becca went for a quick morning jog, seeing how she chose an incredibly tight black short that seemed to hug every crevice and curvature of her bubbly butt. You quickly averted your eyes when you realized Becca caught you staring, an amused, cheeky smile creeping up on her face.

"See something you like Mr. Sinner?" The college student teased.

"Ahem...n-no...just wondering what a college student like you is doing wasting their Saturday morning in a run-down laundromat with an old coot like me." You cough, looking away to save face.

"Hmph....you know I can't afford a laundry machine Mr. Sinner, not when I'm renting for college anyway" Becca smirks as she tosses her remaining clothes inside.

"Besides, it's not so bad spending my Saturday with you Mr. Sinner. I've known you for two years...it's almost like your my father...haha" Becca laughed as she reached for her pockets to grab some coins. You felt somewhat uncomfortable and awkward when Becca called you her father, not after the things you've done together with her at least. Then again, maybe that's what she's into?

"Oh no, I can't let my daughter pay then, here it's on me" You smirk as you pass Becca some coins.

"But you always pay for me sir" Becca rolled her eyes playfully as she gracefully accepted, knowing how futile it is to resist your generosity. Before Becca could slot the coins in however, you stop her, grabbing her by her wrist.

"Aren't you forgetting something my dear?"

"Am I?" Becca asked, dumbfounded