Chapter Six:
The house-move for Nick and Cloey had been maybe three years back, Rudd remembered the truck in the drive, and it hadn’t taken him but a minute to realize a delicious piece of tail was moving in, right next door.
Rudd had started peeking at Cloey every chance he got; would watch as she worked in her herb garden. She would often tend the plants wearing only a halter top and a pair of cutoff jeans and he loved watching her squat down with her knees apart. He would imagine what her ass cheeks and vag looked like, spreading out beneath the denim. And fool himself into thinking she was opening, just for him. But somehow Rudd had managed to ruin all that for himself:
He had screwed up his courage one morning and gone to talk with her, neighborly-like, over the fence. Cloey had co
