Ashley VanSlyke

I head next door as the movers are bringing in boxes. I spot one with the house's address and "Ashley VanSlyke" above it.

I stop one of the movers. "Is the new owner here?"

"Parking her car on the street," he says, jerking his head towards the street. He walks over, and I overhear him say something to one of the other movers: "Would love to tag the hot piece of ass we're moving in."

"Yeah, I'd love to move my dick into her!" said the other.

I walked outside and saw a stunning blonde heading my way.

She was tall with long wavy blonde hair. She was slender with small breasts, and the way her blouse hung over her black leggings made it hard to tell how big her waist and hips were, but she was beautiful. She looked serious and she headed towards the house, her high heels clicking on the concrete.

"Hey, I'm Jackson, your neighbor to your left," I said.