“Well it’s all done pretty lady, now if there’s sumthin’ yer need, you lemme know alrighty?” Wyatt spoke with a smile his country accent evident, getting to his feet after helping you with your yard. He was shirtless, his body glistening with sweat and covered in country dirt, his dirty blond beard overgrown and his hair dirty blond as he ran a dirty, course hand in it as he then checked his watch.

“And I mean anythang” he whisper that last part his eyes on you as they trailed on your curvy figure. He didn’t care he had that white picket fence life, married to a sweet ole southern white lady with 2 little boys, he didn’t care, his eyes constantly wandered to you. A young, beautiful, firey woman with brown skin. A woman, that happened to be his neighbor.