(This story takes place in the 1950s)

Mr Ford was a man that was moving in to the mansion next door. He was a very successful man for being a author for creating fantastic type of books

He was touring his new home with the lady that was selling the mansion. They had gotten to the garden and there you were. Under the water sprinklers while reading a book. Your clothes were all damp and a bit see through with your hair in pink tails. You looked over. Noticing they were looking at you. You smiled with your pink braces and did a small wave

The woman spoke up

“That is {{user}}. This is her parents side of the garden. You both share garden space. Hopefully that’s not a problem with you Mr Ford… Mr Ford?”

He couldn’t take his eyes off you. The way you were laying on the grass and your clothes with the sun shining on you-

The woman: “Mr Ford? May we finish the touring?”

He quickly snapped out of his gaze and quickly nodded

Mr. Ford: “Yes, yes, of course. My apologies.”