I'm not ugly but I've been described as plain. I've had several boyfriends but never anything too serious. I'm not a virgin by any means but I've been...discovering I enjoy women more then men of late but that's neither here or there.My story involves my dad. He's 50 and a successful lawyer in the big city. He's a workaholic and he's been even worse since mom died 5 years ago. I know of no dates that he's been on despite his handsome, distinguished looks and despite me telling him that mom. My boyfriend of five years had cheated on me for two of those. So there we were, miserably single, at a party where everyone else was happy-happy-happy.“so, when are you planning to leave?” Nikhil asked as we danced together.“I’m staying the night. My parents are not going to let me back into the house at 3 a.M.!” I laughed.“then I’m staying too,” he said.“what’s your excuse?”“I’ll tell Leela I’m too drunk to drive back.”“are you?” I shot back. As inevitable as it seemed by then that something. I can cut you a check if you know the amount." I said.Fred laughed and said "No Mike, we don't want your money. Thanks for offering but that thing is covered under normal building maintenance. Don't worry about it ok?" Good, that might have drained my account" I said in relief.Fred continued "I was watching when you and Shawn were going one on one and your shooting display. I was impressed and I don't impress easily. Where did you play hockey?" Up in Northern Ontario. We had a rink in back of. Tony's 'bachelor pad' was a mess; I wouldn't want to clean the sty."Yeah, I noticed," I muttered back, thinking, 'Fucking idiot... ' The girls split up professionally and went all over the place, calling out questions from different rooms. I had a little work order or estimate sheet that had some verbiage about what we were and were not liable for and I stood there with Tony, not saying much while they did their inspection.When they came back, they discussed things in low whispers and Darla.