slut fiction

Kevin was a lonely guy. His life bordered on reclusive. The only time he went outside his small, one bedroom apartment was to go to work and get some groceries. For a man in his sixties, the only women he’d ever been with were prostitutes. Sure, he’d had some women in his life that he wanted to date but his awkwardness never allowed him to develop any relationships. The last few years had seen Kevin go from making a pretty good living to eventually settling for a menial job at a call center, barely making enough money to get by. One day after work, Kevin was driving home and a dog ran out in front of his pickup. He swerved to avoid the animal and ran into a tree. The impact sent his head slamming into the back window. When he woke up, he was in the hospital. He was told he had a major concussion and a minor skull fracture. He was sent home a few days later to rest and recuperate in his apartment.