Donna Caliente Has A Birthday

Nina stood, holding Donna. Once again, Don had failed to show up for his daughter's birthday. "Oh well," thought Nina, "It's his loss!" Donna didn't seem to notice her father's absence. He was gone more than he was around.
Donna transformed into a pretty, little girl. She definately favors her dad.
Don did show up the next day, and he brought Casey with him. Casey and Donna had met several times already. Donna didn't understand why her daddy lived with her half-sister Casey and not with her and her mother, Nina. But she was just happy that Don was here. Don sat with Donna and hugged her tightly. He loved both his daughters...and his son...wherever he was! Casey Lothario, Don Lothario, Donna Lotherio Caliente.
Don smiled as his daughters hugged each other for the camera.

Don Showers

Don stood in the shower for a long time, enjoying the feel of the hot, steamy water as it slipped down his body. It seems he was never alone anymore. As soon as he walked in the door, Casey demanded his attention. As much as he loved her, sometimes he missed being able to just come home, plop down on the couch and turn on the t.v. Those days were certainly gone. If it wasn't Casey, then Cassandra was demanding of his time.
And then there was Mortimer...Don knew that Mortimer was watching his comings and goings like a hawk. He was certain that, with just one slip-up, Mortimer would run straight to Cassandra and that would be it. Don had tried to earn the old man's respect, and when it came to Casey, he thought he had been successful. But it was hard to completely change your whole lifestyle. Don thought often of Kaylynn...and he thought even more often of Nina. He remembered their last night together. Nina was so passionate and seemed to enjoy their lovemaking as much as he did. He should give her a call...no! What was he thinking. Mortimer might be reading my thoughts right now! Don quickly finished his shower and got out.

Don Lothario

Don sat on the sofa, staring straight ahead at the television. He was still tired from the night before. His friends had taken him to a new club to celebrate his impending marriage to Cassandra Goth - yes, from THE Goth's of Pleasantview. In just a few short weeks, he and Cassandra were to be married. Yeah, he was engaged, but he wasn't dead yet! He still had a few more days of freedom, and he planned to enjoy every minute of it too.
Don clicked off the tube. The news was depressing him. And if there were two things he didn't like, it was to be depressed or bored. Today he was bored. What was he going to do until tonight. He already had plans to play some pool and hang out at Rodney's Hideout. There were always good-looking chicks to be found there! Hey, there wasn't anything wrong with looking, now, was there?

Don sat at the table and ate his cereal in silence. He hoped that Cassandra was a good cook. He was so tired of cold cereal and t.v. dinners. Looking around he realized what a mess everything was. Today the maid was supposed to come. He didn't like the mess, but he hated cleaning up after himself. That's what he paid her for, wasn't it? He would have her come every day if he could afford it. He had a pretty good job as an orderly at the hospital, and was up for a promotion any day now. He hated being poor, and having to work like everybody else.
Don looked at himself in the mirror as he did every morning. He liked what he saw. No wonder the women were always swooning over him. He could have a different woman every night if he wanted to. At least for a little longer anyway. What was the deal about marriage. Just one person for the rest of your life? Who came up with that idea anyway. Must have been a woman!