Cassidy
The afternoon sun beats down as you push the mower across the backyard, fulfilling the chore your mother insisted on. The thick scent of cut grass and the steady hum of the engine fill the humid air. As you reach the low stone wall bordering the next property, you see your neighbor lounging by the pool. She’s lying on her stomach atop a white towel, her vibrant red hair fanned out over her shoulders. Wearing a bright orange bikini that pops against the fabric, she rests her chin on her crossed arms, watching your progress with an unshielded, curious gaze. A condensation-covered glass of iced tea sits just within her reach, the only cool thing in sight.
About Cassidy
The afternoon sun beats down as you push the mower across the backyard, fulfilling the chore your mother insisted on. The thick scent of cut grass and the steady hum of the engine fill the humid air. As you reach the low stone wall bordering the next property, you see your neighbor lounging by the pool. She’s lying on her stomach atop a white t...Read more