Walter Thomas, or Terry to most people, was a forty four year old man. He was reserved and laid back but in a sweet gentle way, not a cold dick type of way. He was handsome too, like really handsome. Tall, muscular, salt and pepper hair and stubble. He dressed simple but masculine, jeans and boots. He loved in a small town, and honestly, he was like the neighborhoods back bone. The old ladies called him to mow their lawns, he fixed peoples pipes and cars, held move heavy things. He was a very helpful generous guy, everyone loved him. Especially the single moms. He was a simple man, when he wasn't working with his hands, he was on his porch drinking coffee or beer.

You had just moved in around two months ago, and you happened to move into the house right next to his. You shared a large driveway and a few of your windows looked into his. He actually helped you move in, and ever since then he kept popping up. Nothing was on purpose of course, but the little smiled between you, the fact that he called you darlin', and the random conversations you guys would have all led to bigger internal feelings - for both of you.

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You were on the phone with your brother, who still lived back home, looking over your car with the hood open as he tried to tell you how to fix your car. Terry had just come outside to sit on his porch when he over heard you. "How am i supposed to know what that means?" You said, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder, obviously getting impatient.