“Actually, I was mistaken. Leonora has Weston next weekend, so I can make it to the game.”
Frank chortles happily, and I can practically see his big belly bounce.
“Well, that’s perfect. You’ll watch some pigskin get thrown around with me, Margaret, and Lori. It’ll be a blast.”
I nod.
“I’ll see you there, buddy.”
“Great, yeah,” he enthuses. “I’ll send you the deets later. Let me just check with my daughter to see how she wants to arrange it, but yeah. It’ll be fun.”
I nod, my heart already beating with anticipation.
“Okay sounds good. I’d better go because I have a full day ahead of me, but talk soon.”
Then, we hang up and I shake my head. Fuck, I’m going to see Lori again soon. Unbidden my body reacts all over once more to the mental image of the gorgeous girl. I thought she was beautiful in the photo at Frank’s house, but I was blown away seeing her in person for the first time. Her skirt had been way too short, revealing so much leg that if she had leaned over at all, I would have definitely gotten a glimpse of her ass. Her boots added to the illusion of a naughty schoolgirl, and the heels forced her posture forward, showing off those big breasts while simultaneously making her butt pop out, juicy and lush. But what the hell am I doing? How can I be fantasizing about a girl so young?
“Fuck,” I curse in the empty room. I’m such a dirty bastard. Frank’s daughter is strictly off limits, and I’m just an old family friend helping her out. I can’t let myself get carried away with these dirty daydreams. Yet, my brain has a mind of its own, and now I’m looking forward to seeing more of the beautiful girl who’s come to represent temptation personified.
3
Lori
I pace around my small apartment, trying to figure out how I’m going to confront my parents about keeping such a huge secret from me. After all, it’s crazy right? A man I’d never met until last week is actually the one footing the bill for my tuition at Lakeview. Yet Frank and Margaret said absolutely nothing until my dad blabbed the secret by accident last week. I snort. What a shitshow that was.
But now, we’re going to talk. In true Lori fashion, I’ve gone through dozens of ways about how I am going to confront Frank and Margaret. My proposed tactics range from indignation to distress to worry. But every scheme leads me back to the same question: why on earth would this Caleb Minor guy want to help me?
I just wish Dad had said something before dinner, I sigh aloud.
In some ways I get it. Lakeview is almost sixty thousand dollars a year and that’s a huge chunk of change. When my dad told me not to worry and to just apply anyway, I had my doubts about my family’s ability to help me cover tuition, but Frank waved it off. He said applying was the first step, and we’d see if I even got in.
But then, I got into Lakeview, and he still didn’t seem concerned about the financial burden. He said something about business at Henderson Electrical, how they had money saved up, and how this was the culmination of my dreams. I’m embarrassed to admit now that I bought it without asking more. I guess I just wanted to go to Lakeview so bad that I was willing to turn a blind eye.
But now I’ve learned that Caleb Minor’s the one paying for everything, and that makes me stop in my tracks. I literally never met the handsome man until a week ago, so it’s weird. Why would he do this?
Damn. I wish my parents had told me to get a job or to apply for loans or hell, even wait for another year so they could help me save up. But now the ball’s been set in motion, and I know this semester’s tuition has already been paid, so it’s too late to return the money now. Although of course, I don’t have the cash, so I guess it’s a moot point.
On top of everything else, I didn’t know that my dad’s business, Henderson Electrical, was having trouble. So yeah, that was a shock too. All my mom ever said on that front was that things were slower, but that they’d pick up. I feel selfish now, and guilty too. But at the same time, I’m angry with my parents for glossing over important facts.
That’s why you have to confront them, I think with a grimace. We need to get this sorted out stat.
Suddenly, my eyes go wide as they scan my little campus apartment. It suddenly occurs to me that if Caleb is paying for my Lakeview tuition, then he’s probably paying for my housing too, at least indirectly. I mean, I have a job at the library, but my parents give me money for living expenses. They probably wouldn’t be able to front that cash if Caleb weren’t already covering the biggest portion of my expenses.