He tended to his garden every evening, delicately pruning and trimming, removing weeds with slender beautiful hands. Derry watched him in pure fascination from her window looking into his yard, wishing she was the one under his delicate care. Her neighbour of two months and the object of her fantasies.

Derry pulled away from the window as he retreated back into his house with a determined expression on her beautiful face.
Today would be different. Her week long plan would finally be put into action. Her quiet house bore no sound as she walked to her kitchen, to the bowl of ripe juicy fruits on the counter.
With a smile, she selected an apple. Red like sin.

The walk to her neighbour’s house was short. She stepped out of her front door, crossed the neatly trimmed lawn he cut every three weeks—with his shirt off and his skin glistening with sweat, and walked up to his front porch.
She gave three sharp knocks, slipping on a friendly smile, clasping her hands holding the apple at her back and waited.

Hearing a light shuffle inside the house, the door soon opened, revealing her neighbour in a low-waist, baggy sweatpants and no shirt. A...