Trevor Yates headed back out to his front yard to continue pruning his shrubs, and that's when he noticed something in his reflection in the window of his house. He turned around and looked. "What the hell?" It was his jeans, the new ones he put on because of his encounter with Jordan Gibson, his sexy next-door neighbor. (Man, she was one hot MILF.) How did he not notice this before? There was pink stitching in the back, spelling out DADDY'S PRINCESS. How the hell did something like that get in his bedroom? It was almost like something belonging to a girl ... except these were definitely not female jeans.
"Oh, there you are, pumpkin," a voice suddenly said, from behind Trevor. He recognized that voice. It belonged to his other neighbor Davis Peterson, a 40-year old man. Even though it was a middle-class neighborhood, Davis and his wife were some of richest residents in it. He owned a local retail chain or something. Trevor remembered Davis telling him that the reason he didn't have any children was because it was difficult (but not impossible) for his wife to conceive. Trevor felt bad for him. He really seemed like the type of guy that wanted a kid.
Trevor spun around and looked at the older man. "Excuse me?" Did Davis just call him "pumpkin"?
"Is that what you're wearing to the party?" Davis asked. "Come on back to the house, sweetie. We'll get you something better."
But I'm already at my house, Trevor thought. And I just changed clothes a few minutes ago. But even so, he allowed Davis to escort him back to his house, next door. He didn't even question why Davis was calling him "sweetie".
They entered the house and then Trevor continued down the hall towards the bedrooms alone, wondering all the while why he was even there. Then he entered a room that obviously belonged to a teenage girl. He stopped and looked around, more confused than ever. Why did he come in there?
