1. Raising College Money


    Date: 12/14/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: el_henke, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    “Bye, Dad! I'm going to school,” my daughter shouted, “and don't stay in bed all too long, you hear me?” A few frustrated groans no one could hear left my throat before I turned around and tried to enjoy a few more minutes – or in my case usually hours – of sleep. Before long, I felt the blanket being torn off me. My daugther's tone was rather pissed: “I mean it!” “What the fuck? It's not even noon,” I yelled with a broken, incomprehensible voice. She yanked the curtains open, letting the morning sun light up my room. As a reaction to the bright light, I flipped my body around so I didn't face the window and held my hand before my eyes. “Fuck! Keep those curtains closed!” I yelled. “No! It's almost nine in the morning, Dad!” She definitely had inherited the temper of her mother. As she wanted to walk over to my bed and tear me out of it, I heard the distinct noise of a foot hitting a glass bottle. Oh man. She spared me nothing this morning. “Have you been drinking?! Again?! Dad! You're impossible! Not only am I the only one in this house working and bringing money home, no, if you keep wasting my savings like this I'm never gonna make it to college by the end of next year's summer!” Of course she was right – to some extend at least. There had been better times indeed. Times when out of love I married her mother, turning down a once-in-a-lifetime million-dollar job offer for that. And what had love brought me? A costly divorce, losing my not-so-well-paid desk job, and a ...
    consequently unaffordable check from my lawyer. On top of that, I got to look after our daughter, since my ex had bought the adolescent psychologist over to testify that it would not be good for the development of our daughter to live with a single parent who had such a demanding job like her and would thus not be around too much. Hard cash. Some have it, other's don't. Take an educated guess to which kind of people I belonged to. Now that I had been unemployed for over two years, all the more. At least I got to keep our smallish house for the time being thanks to our rather sluggish bureaucracy. Luckily, my little daughter had found herself a part-time job that paid rather well. So at least we didn't have to starve all that much. Convincing her to start raising her own money if she wanted to go to college had been hard though, given that I didn't have a job myself and was not exactly motivated to get a new one. I need to admit that I would have scored poorly for the father of the year award. What her job was, I didn't know – didn't care. Judging from the obnoxious amounts of cash she brought home for the comparably little time she worked for it, it had to be some kind of modeling job or so. Why not? She was young, pretty and had a beautiful face, a cute smile, and the exact type of body boys her age were hungry for. An every father's little darling; and also the cause for an every father's sleepless nights, if you know what I mean. Not her. At least she spared me these teenage ...
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