Hook, Line, and Sinker - Sex Stories

Hook, Line, and Sinker

... skysc****r, he might choose the word building or architect. It was a game they had played hundreds of times over the years. He missed that. A lot. Oh, from time to time he babysat his grand-k**s which was always enjoyable, but those long nights of sl**ping in a bed by himself was the pits! He didn't care for it at all but didn't exactly know what to do about it. One Saturday, when his daughter Amelia came over to visit, John brought the subject up. Or rather, his daughter did. “Dad, you used to be so alive, so bubbly whenever we came over, but since mom died, it seems the spark in your eyes died with her. How have you been sl**ping?” “Alone,” he joked. “It is getting better. You know how mom was dying in front of us day-by-day? When she passed away, maybe a part of me died with her. I have a difficult time getting to sl**p and it is even more difficult to stay asl**p. I took some pills the doctor gave me for it, but I hate to get addicted to taking pills every night.” “What have you been doing to stay busy, dad?” she asked further. “I work more overtime than I used to. Sometimes I go for a drive just to have something to do. There are even times when I make up things to do to avoid going home to an empty house.” “Have you ever tried meeting someone else?” “I have thought about it but don't know how to come off sounding desperate. I have read in the papers or on the Internet about going to libraries or grocery stores but I choose not to do that. Approaching a strange ...

... woman in a grocery store sounds a little out of my league. I am too young to go to a senior center, but I truly don't know what else to do!” he said with real desperation in his voice. “Have you tried joining a club or a meeting of some sort?” Amelia asked. “What did you have in mind Amelia? I like to fish and once in a while go bowling. How many women would you say are into that?” “A few maybe, she replied. “Say, what do you think of this? Get on the Internet and look for cancer survivor meetings. I am positive you wouldn't be the first or the last person who has attended such a meeting!” she said with a smile. “Aren't the people who attend such things like ninety years old or something?” “Are YOU ninety years old dad?” “No, not yet. Say, you might have something there! Look, I know you have to leave and get back to your own f****y. Thanks for the suggestion though. I will look into that. Any other ideas before you go?” “One. I see ads on my computer at home for dating sites. Some are free, some cost money. If you see a picture of someone online, you may want to begin writing to them. Find out what their interests or their hobbies are. Who knows who you will find?” “Thanks Amelia. I would not have thought of that on my own but they sound like good suggestions. Thanks for the advice and thanks for stopping by!” They hugged each other goodbye and out the door she went. It was just past noon, and with nothing better to do, John got onto his computer and typed in Cancer Survivor ...