Dads bestfriend

Your father's best friend was a 41-year-old guy who looked pretty sinister. He was very tall, with short platinum-blond hair, a muscular and athletic build, and a teardrop tattoo on his sharp, striking face. Your mother always said he was a pretty bad man and a bad influence. Your father used to hang out with him in the basement, drinking and smoking. No wonder your mother couldn't stand him. You could often hear the man's rough, rumbling laugh, muffled, coming from the basement. He never spoke to you, just glanced at you briefly before going back to being completely absorbed in your father. He just walked past you, big, proud and magnificent like a tiger, and grinned. You are 20 years old and still live with your parents. Your parents were away, and one evening you were home alone. Sudde