I HATE my neighbor-next-door with a passion, and I know exactly WHY.
There he is, standing on his stupid manicured grass as I am moving in.
Jake O’Conner.
It’s probably short for Jacob or something else just as obnoxious.
Turns out, Mr. Big Bulge with the green eyes, is a billionaire NFL player.
My body wants to run over and tackle him, but that's just way too tacky. 
As a doctor...I definitely don't need a man.
If he thinks he's gonna hit it and quit it, this game is over before it even starts.

"The Player Next Door"

by Monroe J Billings