See where the girl came from

Without further thought you bolt down the stairs and out the door of your cottage. From the look of the young red head she was running away from something she didn't like the look of, and to your conniving mind, that smells of a possible payday. You head back down the path in the direction she came from, your eyes keenly searching for clues.

The cottages are set along the winding path, isolated by landscaping that gives considerable privacy and hiding just how close together they are. As you reach the next cottage to yours you see that the front door is standing open a few inches. Listening for any noises, you slip up onto the porch and push the door open a little further.

Immediately you hear the sound of a happy feminine squeak from upstairs. Smiling, you tiptoe up the stairs, clearly identifying the sounds as coming from one of the bedrooms. Silently, you approach the door, pressing your ear against it to hear the unmistakable sounds of fucking. Carefully, you turn the handle and ease the door open enough to peek inside.

What you see is a young redhead, almost the twin of the one who ran by your cottage, riding a grey-haired man as though he's a bronco at a rodeo. Her mane of bright red hair swings wildly as she bucks and twists on the man's cock. Above the bed, you see the words "Old Man." and "Drunkard" spray-painted in bright red across the wall.