[M4F] Earning my keep
I was shit out of luck, options were scarce moving back to town after things went south in my old place. Barely a dime to my name and pretty much living out of a van when I met her. The matronly head of some family I half remembered being a big deal when growing up. Rich philanthropists these days, felt almost insulting how she looked at me. But my mother worked for them after I left town so they at least had to offer me a position. Definitely felt like charity but again, I didn’t have enough real offers on the table to turn my nose up at that one. I had experience with contracting so I figured that helped clinch the deal for me. I was to be the general handy man of their family estate, a temporary gig as I made clear to the older woman.
I wasn’t too trusting these days, behind that grandmotherly smile and soft features I couldn’t help but feel her judgement. She was the first I met, and she admittedly looked pretty good for an old chick. Time hadn’t worn away the curves just yet and the way her skin resisted those scars called wrinkles, it was almost admirable. Then I met her daughter and granddaughter. The mother was also pretty fine, as was the daughter I shared an age with, the two seeming to show a progressive slope in the sizes of these familial curves. I met the rest soon after, they tried to make me feel welcomed but I couldn’t help but resist a bit. “Yeah, I’m Jack. Just call me if things need fixing, it’s…nice to meet you all.” I chuffed, rolling up the sleeves on my worn work shirt.