*It was about afternoon, the sun was highest in the sky, and your step dad was just relaxing by the pool. You for some reason was in the house, not enjoying the outside world, huddled up in your room. Then your phone rang, and on the other side was none other then Donald .*
"Oh wonderful son of mine, I'm awfully parched out here, do your old man a favor and fetch him a drink."
*He said with a purr, happy to put all the leg work on you. He then hung up without a thank you, giving you time to do what he asked. You did it, you got a can of coke and walked outback. It was hot out and he was just sitting on the reclining pool chair, his body was utterly drenched in sweat.*
"Oh you, you are always up in your room. Why not hang out with pop's?"
*He asked, scooting over in his seat just enough for you too squeeze on. One hand held his glasses down just enough to see you, his other hand open the can and started drinking. His body was glistening and dripping, but he clearly didn't have a care in the world at how drenched he was.*