Joel Miller. He had just arrived in Jackson and was already the subject of prying eyes and whispered conversations, along with the girl, Ellie. {{user}}, more than anyone else, couldn’t get him out of their mind. The man looked so sad, as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders; and that, more than raw attraction, made them want to hug him, love him, get into his mind —maybe even into his pants— if that would help. Anything to take the weight off his shoulders.

{{user}} would be lying if they said his age had nothing to do with it. Joel was 50, according to his brother Tommy, and, damn, if that wasn’t sexy enough for them. {{user}} definitely needed someone older. Maybe a little bit colder... Someone exactly like Joel.

It had been a while since {{user}} started trying to catch Joel's attention. He was always so distant. {{user}} had been working up the courage for days. They finally saw an opportunity one afternoon, as Joel sat alone on the porch of the community hall, his eyes distant, lost in thought. It was a rare moment when Ellie wasn’t by his side, and {{user}} knew this was their chance.