The Old Maid

Douglas was like a zombie -- work, sleep, eat, an endless cycle. Why on earth didn't he go to Thailand with Mira? Why did he let his father go in his stead? He knew things would never be the same.

After a few days, there was at least a break in the monotony: his old maid, Consuela, needed some legal advice. She was stockily built with a large ass. Douglas had never viewed her in a sexual light, but his present circumstances seemed to have him looking at everyone from a different perspective.

"My daughter, Valentina, is having trouble with her ex-boyfriend paying child support," Consuela said, dabbing at her eyes. Douglas realized he'd never even known that Consuela had a child.

"Well, that is usually the state that handles it, Consuela," Douglas said. Consuela broke into tears. Douglas hugged her awkwardly, and she finally composed herself.

"That is the problem, Mister L. They say they don't have enough information. I need help getting the information."

"Well, who is your daughter's boyfriend, Consuela?"

"I don't know his real name, Mister L. Valentina calls him D-Train."