Chapt. 51

He was as glad as excited to have had a go-ahead. He really liked Louisa and hoped for something more. He'd had enough with sleeping around, for god's sake he was twenty-eight. Hopefully, with Louisa, he would be forced to keep it in his pants and not lose interest in as short a time as swatting a fly.

Dylan has only once been into something close to serious but it got sour after four weeks. To him, settling for one face was like repeating a suit for two days. Simply impossible.

'You're a chip off the old block, son. There's no changing that." Again, his father's words sieved through.

If it wasn't for his mother, he would've kicked the son of a gun out of his doorstep the very second he showed up. How was the woman so compassionate despite all that he'd made her go through?

'He's still your dad, Dylan.' She had said to him.

Bull shit! What kind of father will go around dissipating semen from one fertile egg to the other? What kind of father will leave home and cut ties for unknown