Thread: The Girl Next Door (NCD & SailingSam)

Portland, Maine, was a beautiful town with a rich history. One of the first towns to be constructed back during the creation of the thirteen colonies, the city could trace its roots back all of the founding of the Americas. The 'Old Port' district of the city even contained some of the old stone buildings that were once used as markets for the city's number one commodity - fresh fish and seafood. While much has changed over the years, this has not. Even to this day, you can travel to the Old Port and buy fresh fish and lobster straight off of the ships as they come in to offload their catches. The Old Port was only one of the town's many charms, however... Over the years, just as America grew, so too did Portland until it was the largest and most culturally diverse city in the state. Business in the Old Port only got stronger as restaurants moved into the old stone buildings that once made up the busy marketplace offering the freshest seafood that you can get all along the Eastern coast of the United States. You could even select your own lobster right out of the live tank to be boiled before your eyes in many places! Couple this with the performers that often lined the city streets in the later hours of the evening and the bands that often set up stage on the piers when the ships were not docked, and the old Port had become quite the tourist attraction for the busy city. Beyond the Old Port, the city was dotted with respectable businesses. Pizza places, outlet stores, banks and credit unions, music and media stores, burger joints, bakeries if you were looking for it then you could find it somewhere in Portland. Even the business districts of Portland were not without the odd street performer or two usually just college kids with guitar and their hopeful dreams of striking it big. Oh, the college, yes! If Portland wasn't a tourist town then it was a college town! Housing one of the most reputable local colleges in the country, it was not uncommon for people to come from several states away to attend college there. The best part? The college was the centerpiece of the city. No matter where the college students wanted to go, they were just a short bus ride away. This made the dormitory a desirable place to live for the college students and often resulted in cramped living spaces. It was this reason that Grant Savage had elected to not live there when he came to the city for school six years ago. Instead, he had made good use of mommy and daddy's money to secure a small, but nice house in Portland's rural outskirts. Though it wasn't the ritzy three-floor pseudo-mansion that he'd gown up in, Grant's house was not some run-down shack. It was a one-story home with a finished basement, three bedroom, two bath, a family room, a dining room, the kitchen, and a small laundry room. That was really all that Grant needed. He was a young rich boy, but he still had a decent grasp on reality. For that, his parents were thankful. He'd never been a troubled child and he'd appreciated just about everything that they had given him. Around Grant's house, there stood many others like it. The color schemes were all different, of course, as each person who would move into the neighborhood would decorate their homes as they saw fit, but they were all relatively the same size and quality of home. It was a good neighborhood filled with good people. That was why Grant's mother had chosen that house when she and her husband were looking for an eighteenth birthday gift for their son. It would be good for him to be on his own in a nice neighborhood. Grant had started school the week after he moved in and about a month after that, his neighbor Alicia Chattel , took notice of him. Grant was a young man with a good head on his shoulders and his parent's money to get him into a good school and out on his own. He had a bright future ahead of him and a bit of time on his hands when he wasn't busy with classes especially in the Summer. Alicia, on the other hand, was a single mother - yes I said mother! Complete MILF! When she wasn't being a mother to her young daughter, Jessica Chattel , Jessie to her mother, Alicia was being a very busy business woman. Naturally, Grant stepped in to help Alicia around the house with routine things such as cleaning her pool and tending her lawn. Heavens knows that Alicia barely had time for all that. That was all six years ago, however. These days, Grant is busy with work himself but he still offered to help Alicia with an emergency last week. Alicia had gotten a promotion, you see, and she was needed on a month-long business venture to represent her company. On such short notice, she couldn't get any of her local family to take care of Jessica. Since Grant was sort of the big brother that Jessica never had, he offered to watch her while Alicia was gone. Though Alicia trusted and respected grant, she only accepted because she had no choice. She knew that Grant had his own things going on and hated the thought that Jessica might be a burden to him. What Alicia didn't know is that Grant was looking forward to spending some time with her fifteen year old daughter. He had made all kinds of preparations for this coming month and he couldn't wait to take little Jessica off of her mother's hands. Speaking of... That had come. Alicia had already left. She had told Grant and Jessica that she would be gone before either of them were likely awake. Clearly, she didn't know how early Grant got up in the morning, because he watched her car pull out of her driveway around five in the morning. Jessica was supposed to lock up and go over to meet Grant the very first thing when she woke up. It was all a waiting game for Grant now.