Andrea, the sequel
Andrea, as you know is the girl of my dreams, mostly wet dreams. Although I am forty years older than her and she thinks of me as her Daddy, we get along great. My problem is that people my age are all slowing down in life. I always say “I may grow old but I refuse to grow up.” So I get along with young people just fine. I live alone in an apartment by the college which has its benefits. Meeting Andrea was only one of them, but it was the best. I came home from work late on a Friday night not knowing that it would be one hell of a night. I was unlocking the door to my apartment and turned to see two girls coming down the hallway arm in arm, …