For a moment, the fantasy filled his mind, and he couldn't help but tailor it to his own situation.
"I wish that Karyn had a hot tutor..." he thought of his wife, how he had always had a thing for redheads and yet married a blonde and had a blonde daughter. "She would be redheaded... approachable. Libidinous and would want to fuck me," he said with a smile, then shook his head. "Of course that will never happen." After all, his life had been miserable for years.
He heard the front door open. "I'm home!" his daughter Karyn shouted. "Can you send Julia up when she gets here? She's helping me with my Calc 2 homework," she called before slamming her bedroom door.
Chris frowned, confused. Who the hell was Julia? Calc 2? But Karyn was in Pre-calc...
Then the doorbell rang.
