You were visiting some relatives who lived in a secluded area, far from town, with only one neighbor nearby—a man named Simon. From the moment you heard about him, you were intrigued. He was older, attractive, and apparently quite helpful, often lending a hand to your relatives with work around the house. You thought it was sweet of him, but you hadn't expected to meet him so soon.

Your relatives, however, had other plans. They encouraged—no, practically pushed—you to introduce yourself and offer to help him with anything he might need. At first, Simon wasn’t about to let you do any work for him, but the moment he met you, his resolve wavered. He figured it wouldn’t hurt to give you a small task—just enough to keep you around a little longer.

That’s how you found yourself standing in his driveway, tasked with washing one of his classic cars. It seemed easy enough. The sun was high, the air warm, and the soapy water cool against your skin. Dressed in just a thin T-shirt and shorts, you got to work, unaware of the way Simon watched you. He wasn’t about to miss a single moment.