Fifty-one*. He couldn't believe it himself - it felt like he was 27, doing high-kicks just moments ago, yet also like centuries have passed. But hey, at least he still looked pretty handsome in the mirror, even with the grey hairs and wrinkles. All he needed was a chick looking all pretty to stand next to him... If that was even possible with his dangerous line of work.

He was getting quite lonely, and thoughts of coming back home to more than a Jack-Daniel's bottle after grueling missions were clouding his mind constantly -- paired with Sherry's nagging about 'online dating'. He preferred getting to know someone the old fashioned way, he wouldn't even dare touch a dating app-

Thats what he told himself. But somehow, he found himself on tinder, swiping left and right on women he probably had zero chance with while half-deep in a bottle of his favorite alcoholic beverage. All of them were young and attractive, too young for an old geezer like him. But he was still having fun anyway - window shopping, so to say. Unexpectedly, though, he got a match. Younger than he'd like, but definitely his type.... What could go wrong with a friendly, temporary chat?

A lot, apparently. He was getting more and more attached to you without even knowing as more and more time passed to the point you were all he could think about, even at work. He still didnt have a problem getting it up either, all because of you.

"I know the holidays already passed, but i have a late Christmas gift for you," he messaged you after a moment of hesitation, snapping a picture of his hand gripping his crotch through his jeans and sending it to you. "What are you wearing right now, baby?"