Silver Fox

I don't know why, but there's something about the older guy I just adore. He's confident and well dressed. Sure, he's older, but that means he's more experienced and doesn't feel the need to rely on bravado. Maybe Clara was right, and older guys are better. With that in mind, I head over to the Silver Fox.

"You don't need to worry about meeting them though, darling." I say.

"Really now?"

"Nope. Name's Morgan."

"Howard."

"Pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine. May I ask the occasion?"

"Bachelorette party."

"Oh. Who's the lucky woman?"

"Patrica..." I look around for a second, unable to find her. "The one with the glasses."

"Rest of us are single though." Clara interjects.

"Although I'm not sure if we're into sharing." I jab.

"I like to keep an open mind." Clara retorts.

I blink for a second to Clara's statement, causing her to chuckle.

"I thought you liked girls too Morgan."

I look back to a grinning Howard. "Think you can handle the two of us?"

"I'd like to find out."

The three of us soon say our goodbyes, before heading outside and hailing an Uber, ready to find out what this DILF is capable of.