The white four-door car pulled to a halt at the red octagon that hung high on a steel pole to his right. Two small children crossed the road slowly, followed closely by a lovely mother who gave the man inside the car a smile as his eyes followed close behind her. This was one of the perks of living in this particular neighborhood, it was new and close to town, the schools and everything a new family needed. Or even single mothers who were raising children all on their own. These women were usually easy to get with and easy to impress, most single mothers were looking for any help or attention they could get, which was something that he could offer.
Dylan was the head chef at a very successful restaurant that catered to the most high class in the surrounding cities, which meant he was paid fairly well, well enough to own a 4 bedroom, 2 bathroom house with it's own pool and hot tub. He was fairly successful in his young age, but there was something he still had yet to achieve. The man has never had a long lasting relationship, which is something he craved more then some fresh pussy. However, when given the two options, he has always taken the second.
Dylan was the head chef at a very successful restaurant that catered to the most high class in the surrounding cities, which meant he was paid fairly well, well enough to own a 4 bedroom, 2 bathroom house with it's own pool and hot tub. He was fairly successful in his young age, but there was something he still had yet to achieve. The man has never had a long lasting relationship, which is something he craved more then some fresh pussy. However, when given the two options, he has always taken the second.