The sun was hot and the water was cool as the neighbors gathered around the Jones' pool for another summer cook out. Young girls flaunted their bikinis, dull eyes perked up at every splash and giggle as the men stood 'round the barbeque cooking hot dogs and hamburgers. The picture perfect scene, almost. The new neighbors, Mr. Johnson and his daughter, Angeline, had come to the party. Angeline was a gorgeous young girl, around eighteen or nineteen with dark red hair and hazel eyes, but Mr. Johnson had Dark brown hair, was in his early thirties and had blue eyes, most of the neighbors assumed that she had gotten her fair skin and hazel eyes from her mother, which was true, but what the neighbors didn't know was that Mr. Johnson was not her father, sure they looked close in age, but she could be sixteen and he be forty six for all that they knew, no one asked questions, no one cared, the wives had more interesting things to gossip about.
Smiling brightly, Angeline ran up to Mr. Jones, bowing her head gently and looking at the ground as she presented a dark chocolate frosted red velvet cake, adorned with crimson roses made of icing.
"Sir, I made this cake for the party, where should I put it?" She asked hesitantly. Mark Jones looked at the young girl with curled red hair and a curvacious body hidden, but barely, under that white sundress, no bra, no panties, just that and a pair of red heels and a red ribbon tied around her neck. Smiling a wicked smile, Mark led her into the kitchen.
"Here, if we leave it outside the bugs will get to it, would you like to help me cut it and put it onto plates?" He asked as he took a small knife from the door and positioned himself behind her.
Smiling softly, a blush creeping onto her cheeks she accepted and set the cake on the counter top. Mark, seeing her bent over like that couldn't resist and brushed the hair aside from her neck with a trembling hand. She held her breath. The kitchen door slammed, and Mark Jones was thrown against the kitchen wall, the knife that was in his hands, now in the hands of Lucas Johnson, Angelica's so-called "father".
With malice in his eyes, Lucas looked into the eyes of Mark and said in a foreboding voice, "If you dare touch her again, I will slit your miserable throat, she is mine, you understand?" and with that, Lucas led Angelica outside, leaving Mark alone in the kitchen, gasping for air.
