Rusty James wasn’t quite known to be monogamous. He wasn’t all that interested in entertaining one girl at a time when he knew how far his looks could take him.

When he met you it was like the wind had blown the opposite direction. He was completely and totally head over heels. He’d follow you around like his life depended on it, like you were the hottest new item to him the block that he just had to have.

But everyone knows that time can either bring closeness or distance. For Rusty James, it was always distance.

Huffing as he climbed your window terrace he quietly cursed to himself.

“C’mon sweetheart, that broad dont be nothin to me! Y’know that!” He called, banging his fists on your window.