Kevin couldn't get the old Pet Shop Boys' song "Go West" out of his head. It had been stuck there all day. From the moment he woke up, he was humming it. All day long that song had annoyed him. He had managed to not sing out loud on the flight home. He had even kept it down in his car, but now that he stood in his driveway pulling his bag out of his trunk, he couldn't hold it within anymore.

"Go West!" He sang loudly.
"You're aware you're in an East state, right?" A voice asked.

He looked out at the street and saw a woman walking her dog. She wore knee-long, red, denim shorts and a Blink-182 t-shirt that she had cut up to make it into a crop top. Her navy blue flipflops revealed lime green painted toe nails. He moved his eyes up her body to see her finger nails were painted in the same lime green color. He moved his eyes up to her face and saw her bright pink painted lips, her pearl grey eyes, and her messy, pigtails that her split dyed hair had been put up in. One side was dyed green, the other side was dyed orange.

"Hello, old man," she smirked. "You know you're in an East state, right?"
"Old man?" He chuckled.
"You look old to me," she said.
"I'm 38," he said.
"So a decade older than me. I'm 28," she said. "And you're still in an East state, old man."
"It's a classic song but I guess you're too young to know," he said.

She tilted her head to the side and then broke out in a wide grin.

"Using my age against me like I did to you. I like you," she said.
"Thanks. I like me too," he said.

She walked up his driveway without having been invited. Her dog looked like a mix of Saint Bernard and some sort of curly haired dog that would be smaller in size judging by the size of her dog. It was a big dog but not Saint Bernard big.

"Let me guess," he smirked. "Your favorite subject in school was geography."
"It was," she grinned. "And you're in an..."
"East state," he cut her off. "Yeah, I get it now, little miss candyfloss."

She laughed and tilted her head to the side again. She looked so cute when she tilted her head like that.

"My name is Rosheen," she said.
"Nice to meet you, Rosheen. I'm Kevin and I'm going inside my house now so have a nice walk home," he said.
"I don't think so," she said.
"Excuse me?" He asked.
"I know men like you. I know what you want," she said.
"I want my bed," he said.

She let go of the dog leash and looked at her dog.

"Jester, down," she moved her eyes to Kevin. "Kevin, up."
"What the fuck are you on about, Rosheen?" He asked.

The dog laid down on the ground. Before Kevin could react, she was on her knees in front of him. She opened his jeans and pulled them down to his knees along with his briefs.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked.

She closed her lips around his dick and started sucking as if her life depended on it. He looked nervously out on the street and then down at her. She had her eyes locked on him while giving him a blowjob.

"We're gonna get caught," he said. "Hurry."

He could see her eyes twinkle in the moonlight. She kept sucking until he closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards. She moved away just in time for him to cum on the ground where she had just been. She stood back up and placed a kiss on his cheek.

"Good boy," she said.
"You're fucking weird," he chuckled.

She picked up the leash and Jester stood back up. Kevin was busy pulling his briefs and jeans back up.

"Do you wanna..." He started.

He turned his head but saw she was almost out of his driveway.

"...come inside?" He finished his sentence. "Guess not."

He shook his head from side to side while he watched her go away. He walked up to his front door, unlocked it, and stepped inside his house.

"What a weird night," he spoke to himself. "She was right though. I am in an East state."