What Did you Call Me?

Dylan chatted on his cellphone and wandered around the neat gardens. His polished shoes, grinded on the small gravel stones beneath him, and the uplifting smell of freshly cut grass entered his nose. He finished the call, slipping the mobile back into his pocket and turned to face the mansion.

While taking a long drag of his cigarette, he spied the young girl, sitting alone reading her book at a table on the large stone patio.

He dropped the cigarette onto the gravel path and stepped on it, extinguishing the dull burning flame; as he approached he got a better look at June's physical features.

Although dressed in a school uniform, Dylan wasn't put off, it made her look quite attractive and his eyes couldn't help but wander to her pale thighs on the wooden chair, peeking out suggestively from between the black skirt, and high socks.