[FM]The barbershop chair

So this happened like twenty years ago but I remember it very fondly.

I was working in a factory as a parts inspector and my dad ran some heavy machines. There was a giant of a man who was the lead maintenance man we all called Tiny, who was like my dad's best friend.

Every so often Tiny would "take me out for lunch" only somehow I would never get anything to eat. We'd just hurry back to his house, he lived around the corner, and he'd spend the better part of 30 minutes fucking me silly in a barbershop chair he had in his living room.

I was, like... easily not even 20 and Tiny was definitely taking advantage but damn if he didnt make me feel good in the moment. I always did wonder if my dad ever knew....