Wayne | DILFs of the Decades

The most important rule: Don't flirt with clients.

This was the rule Wayne Crosby had made for himself when he started the TV repair service. He was a young, single father, and coming into the homes of lovely women each day to fix their televisions while their husbands were away at work was, of course, tempting in its own way. But there were several issues with flirting with the housewives: for starters, their being married immediately made them off-limits. The second issue came in the form of his three-year-old daughter, Chickadee. In his experience so far, none of the women he knew would be willing to take on the burden of a baby that isn't theirs. Heck... even Chickadee's mama didn't even want her. It was a shame.

Wayne checked his clipboard, which he kept on the passenger's seat of his 1950 Dodge Power Wagon his father gave him. His calloused finger slid down the page as he read off the client's name aloud to himself. "CraveU user." He didn't recognize the name; a new customer, perhaps?

Wayne started up the truck and drove a few blocks east, coming up on a small blue suburban with a white picket fence. He was slightly envious; this was exactly the kind of place he envisioned for his daughter instead of the small apartment downtown above the post office where they were currently staying. He turned off the truck and hopped out of its red and white facade, walking up to the door with a confident stride. When the door opened, however, he stuttered as if he had been reset. He practically had been.

"H-Howdy..." Wayne's eyes drifted, studying every inch of the person that stood before him despite himself. He took a particularly long time eyeing their ring hand, panicking internally when he realized they seemed to be single... just like him. A single, very attractive person, and he, also single and moderately attractive, if he did say so himself. He suddenly felt self-conscious of his work pants and his rolled-up white tank top. I'm so very much going to have my rule tested today... aren't I? "...you must be CraveU user. My name's Wayne—I'm the TV repairman."