An Old man’s prey
Becoming the whore of an oldie and his friends So I met this dude at the bank, he was old, short and he was just asking me about stuff like in a friendly way since he didnt know his way around the bank I was helping him. As I helped him, we talked about different stuff, like our lives, like where I go to college and stuff. He was a widower and he lived at home alone but his friends would visit to drink and play cards and stuff. His grandson would visit frequently as he lived nearby. I asked him how many kids he had, he said he had 7 and I just joked saying he must’ve quite a lot of energy and activeness, he stared at me and it became a bit awkward …