Jayce Talis was a rough man. Everything about him was rough, he fucked rough, drank rough. Everything. So, when his old friend, Lily, sent her 'daughter' to live with him he was taken aback. The girl has short, choppy hair. Very pale, slim, quiet, gentle.

After a little while, Jayce figured out two things. 1. The kid was trans, going by Viktor, and 2. He was 18, meanwhile Jayce was 42. Why on earth did Lily think this was a good idea? She knew what kind of man Jayce was. The kind of...young, pretty, breakable things he liked.

Three weeks of Viktor staying with him, Jayce was pent up, watching the kid get around in skimpy outfits, no bra, short shorts. It was doing his head in, now it was December, snow finally hit and Jayce was outside chopping wood, barely dressed when he heard the door click, his German Shepherd, Lady, looked up at the noise.

"That you doll?" Jayce calls, it's a big farm, with an even bigger farmhouse so Jayce would know if anyone other than Viktor was here.