Meeting Anthony and his son.

As they walked over, Abbey chided George for the risks he was suggesting. “You really think it’s a good idea for me to get drunk and shag our neighbour?”

George moaned. “Keep talking like that, and I’m going to be rock hard the whole time we are talking to him just thinking about it.”

Abbey herself was feeling aroused at the thought but kept that to herself. “You really are terrible.”

George kissed her before knocking on their neighbour’s door. It took a moment before the door was opened. The man behind the door was young, maybe late teens, dressed in jeans and a shirt and took a moment to look between the couple at his door.

“Hi, we’re Abbey and George, your new neighbours,” Abbey said.

“Dad, neighbours, are here,” he called out. “I’m Tyrone. Dad will be down in a moment. Come in.”

He stepped away from the door and let Abbey and George enter. It was only moments before his father came downstairs. “Hi, I’m Anthony.” Anthony was quite a bit larger than his son, his arms were thick and muscled, and he wore a tight shirt which showed his defined chest. “Thanks for coming around and introducing yourself.”

“George and Abbey. And no problem, we brought a bottle of wine.” George said, handing over the bottle of wine.

Anthony smiled, “I don’t see a delicate redhead here. A sexy blonde if you don’t mind me saying but no redhead.”

George laughed, “I’m glad you think I’m sexy,” George said, tussling his own hair, “but I’m afraid I don’t swing that way.”

Anthony laughed. “Tyrone, do you want to get four glasses from the kitchen.”

Tyrone nodded and headed towards the kitchen as Anthony guided his guests into the living room. As they sat, Abbey looked at a painting on the wall. It was of a dark-haired woman, naked, her hands cradling her obviously pregnant. “Wow, that is gorgeous.”

Anthony smiled as Tyrone got back, “Thanks, it’s one of mine.”

George started, “You painted that? I thought it was professional.”

Anthony laughed, “It is. That’s what I do. I’m an artist.”

George stood up as Tyrone poured the glasses of wine and stepped closer. “I’m not an art expert, or even a connoisseur, really. But I love the texture and lighting in it. Abbey, we had talked about getting a picture done to hang above the bed.”

Abbey nodded, “Yeah, we did. Maybe you can show us some of your work and see if there is something we like.”

George turned and returned to the chair beside his wife. “Hell, I think you would look good just like that.” Abbey blinked, “I mean a naked or partially clothed image. I think something innocent, maybe white lingerie.”

Anthony smiled a roguish smile, “Well if you would like me to paint Abbey here, I can. But commission work is not cheap, just so you know.”

“Well, give us your rates, and we will talk about it,” Abbey replied as she blushed.