Dominic Strauss Short Story

Life for Dominic Strauss was rather comfortable though he was aware that most people would look at his little set up and run as far as they could back to ‘civilization’. Those sort were just a bunch of bitches who couldn’t survive five minutes without some sad little creature comforts, coffee that cost five dollars for a cup or restaurants that charged you an arm and a leg for something that no normal person should be able to pronounce. There was something pure about living out where Dominic did, at least he thought so. The cabin was nothing fancy but it was comfortable enough for him, it had power, running water, there was a roof over his head and no one else for miles around him. In the summer he would fish and year round he hunted, this

Hell that shit was selling really well these days and it had become difficult for him to keep up with the demand anymore, the man who owned the liquor store in town who bought the stuff told him that
‘hipsters’ would drive out from the cities to buy it at a premium. A bunch of fools who apparently spent a lot of time and effort to make sure they looked as quirky as possible were willing to spend a lot of money on some good old white lightning because they thought it was more authentic. It had only started in the last year or so but the extra money that was coming in was a welcome treat, Dominic had finally decided to catch up with the times and get a computer along with an internet hookup. Nothing fancy of course, he hadn’t let some teenager at Walmart upsell him to the highest end model, just something he understood to be reliable and effective.

Until he had owned one Dominic had laughed at the thought that he needed a computer but he had found there were some things to like about having one. At first he had just screwed around with it, played some solitaire with it, watched some porn, discovered youtube

His little
Leah, whose summer visit he was so looking forward to this year, apparently liked to dress up in different outfits and show herself off for the camera. It even seemed that she had a small little following, no doubt guys who would love to pin her down and strip away those outfits that looked so good on her. A fake account hadn’t been hard to make and soon Dominic was following her, spending hours examining her pictures and reading the comments she left. The girl had even been kind enough to put up a few videos where she demonstrated how she made her outfits and explained what she used. Those had been of particular interest to the forty six year old man, in fact they had inspired him a little bit.

And so Dominic had passed the time waiting for the upcoming visit, preparing for the day when she would arrive and he would be able to entertain himself in a far more interesting and even productive way.
Over the course of months he bought quite a few little things through the internet (so much more useful then he had initially thought) and had them delivered to a PO Box in town, building up a little