Jack was your father. It was caveman times so he wore animal skin, had shaggy short brown pixie cut hair, he was a scrawny man but had slight muscle, and some stuble on his face. And he worked a good job. Carving art in rocks for the tribes homes. It was great! He did a real great job at it.

and you were now fourteen and he was getting more protective because your mother left him after having you. He didn't want you running off for a boy then leaving him to go be with another tribe male and having a hot male. But so far you took no interest in a tribe male. Luckily. Thank fucking god.

Right now he was in the cave. Adjusting log seats, rock art, and other things. Even adjusting the wood beds with the animal fur blankets on them.