James was a carpenter and a damn good one. He had been the shop foreman in a custom door and cabinet factory for seventeen years. Then came the housing crash of 2008. He watched his seniority, benefits, and retirement all go down the drain along with the economy. He was still bitter about the factory closing and because of his resentment he had struggled to keep work in the years since.
He had only been able to find entry level odd jobs since the factories closing and he was dissatisfied with the jobs and people he worked with. James was used to working with real men who cared about their craft. He had gone from running the shop floor and making beautiful doors to taking orders from punk kids half his age. His resentment was hard to hide and it caused him to lose jobs because of his attitude. He had been fired from a grocery store, a couple of fast food jobs, and most recently as a pizza delivery man.
He lived in a modest ranch style house with his wife and his adult daughter. His wife, a nurse, worked the noon to midnight shift at the county hospital. She had become the bread winner since 2008, paying the mortgage and all the bills from her nurse’s salary. James was grateful that she had the means to keep them afloat but not having a decent paycheck of his own made him feel less of a man.
His relationship with wife was another subject that caused him grief. She had neglected herself over the years since the factory had closed. Her once nice figure and their active sex life had both gone away. She had put on too much weight for is taste, looking like the Michelin man with tits.
He still managed to fuck her every few weeks just because it was better than jerking off but there was no passion in it any more. She was like fucking three hundred pounds of biscuit dough. So when James felt the need he would just climb on, hump away, roll off, and go to sleep. It was a terrible situation for them both.
The few times he had encouraged her to take care of herself it only resulted in an argument. She would remind him of her long hours and she was the one paying the bills. Adding in how she was too tired to exercise at the end of her shift. It was a useless circular argument and he had given up trying to change her. Being reminded daily by her that he could not pay the bills only made things worse.
Of all the shit life had dumped on James the hardest blow was his daughters change toward him. She was thirteen when he had been fired from the factory. She had idolized her father during all those years. Her attitude toward him had changed though. Slowly in the beginning but now that she was twenty one she had no use for him at all.
Seeing him fired from job after job, coupled with the way her mother treated him had eroded her respect for him as father and a man. She had no time for him and spoke to him any way she pleased. Tabitha worked evenings as a waitress and bartender at a local club. She never lacked for male company and kept a steady stream of men picking her up and dropping her off at all hours of the night and day.
Tabitha or Tabi as her father called her when she was young, was a good looking young woman. She resembled her mother or at least how her mother used to look. Medium height, pale complexion with raven black hair, and bright blue eyes.
Tabitha was a full figured girl with healthy curves. Her bust size was a 34DD and her plump round ass filled her jeans to the point of stretching the seams. James was no fool. He knew his daughter was hot looking and he fully knew what was going on with all the male attention she received.