Boypussy

Jack ran a small but very successful company. His team of 30 graphic designers, salespeople, artists, public relations specialists, and marketing talent comprised one of the top advertising and PR firms in the city of Houston. He ran a tight ship, and was respected by all of his employees. Together they stood up against even the larger national firms that outstripped them substantially in resources. As Jack pointed out regularly to his team, their agility and keen understanding of the market kept them ahead. No less significant, though, was the strength of the team. Any of Jack’s employees would have followed him off a cliff if he’d only asked. His charisma and sincerity made him an easy guy to look up to as a role model.

At home Jack was just as dedicated. He’d met his wife Diane in college and now twenty years later, they had two boys, Jack Jr. and Todd. Jack Jr. was a college freshman, and Todd was a high school senior, living with Jack and Diane in their beautiful home in one of the nicer neighborhoods. Jack worked long hours but still made time for his wife and kids. Diane was a research physicist at a nearby university, and between the two they juggled schedules to spend as much time together as a family as they could.

Jack showed up to work one day and walked into his office to find a young man sitting, waiting, in one of the guest chairs. He quickly examined the stranger as he walked towards his back and the young man started to turn towards him. A slight build, blonde stylishly-matted hair, maybe a bit of a fake tan. This guy didn't seem at first glance like a candidate for any of the open positions on Jack’s team. He couldn't imagine why his assistant Dave had sent the guy in.

“Hello,” Jack said, extending his hand as the young man stood and turned to make direct eye contact with him.

“Hi,” the young man said, not extending his hand back. Jack was unsettled. Such a lack of social graces couldn't possibly befit a member of his team.

“Did Dave send you in? I’m sorry, I wasn't aware you were going to be coming. I’m not even aware who you are, I’m embarrassed to say.”

“I’m here for you.”

“Excuse me? I don’t understand what you mean. Are you applying for a job?”

“No, I don’t need a job.”

“Oh. Then I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave. Who let you in, may I ask?”

The young man seemed unfazed by Jack’s questions, ignoring them and responding with unrelated questions of his own. But at this he paused, looked Jack directly in the eye—Jack averted his glance just a little, uncomfortable—and the boy asked him,

-Thread by AgainstMyWill