I tell him I take the dog out every night about this time of night.

We chit chat and I find he calls himself Artist. The guy comes to go to their garbage can. The next week I'm taking my dog out for his final walk of the night down the alley about midnight.

All the family is out there helping him move so we only pass glances. I go out to take some garbage to the alley so I can get a better look, and he can of me LOL. The next week this sexy ass guy is moving in. I say cool, I'll keep a look out for bad happenings. My neighbor told me her nephew would be staying with her for the summer. Fantasy about Artist submitted by Kevin from Chicago