Chapter 14

[A/N: I would love to announce that anyone that is a female in the game will be fucked by Travis. Even the old woman from the hospital. She is hot. If you have a problem stop reading now. I will be writing a scene for everyone Peace ✌]

Travis walked for a few minutes and arrived at Diane's house. It was a well-kept two-story home with large windows, surrounded by a garden full of neatly trimmed bushes and vibrant flowers. From the outside, you might assume it was a family home, but Diane lived alone, except for her beloved garden, which she treated like family.

Diane herself was an attractive woman in her early mid thirties, with striking grey eyes that seemed to notice everything and a confident posture. Her short hair framed her face perfectly, giving her a mature yet stylish look. She had been divorced for years and wasn't interested in dating, at least not until now.

Travis pushed open the front gate, which creaked slightly, and glanced around. The garden was lush, with roses and lilies lining the stone pathway to the front door. He hesitated for a moment, looking at the door as a strange feeling crept up on him.

'For some reason, I don't feel like knocking on the front door,' he thought.

He walked around her yard, admiring the well-kept plants and flower beds, and soon found himself in the backyard. The garden was a peaceful sight—rows of colorful flowers, a couple of fruit trees, and neatly arranged vegetable patches. While he was taking it all in, the backdoor creaked open, and he saw Diane stepping out. She was dressed in her gardening outfit: a fashionable cream-colored wide-brimmed sunhat with a purple ribbon, matching purple earrings, a white shirt tucked into sturdy overalls, and tan gloves covering her hands.

Diane noticed him and a bright smile instantly bloomed on her face. She hurried over to him, her steps quick and full of excitement.

"Travis!" she called out as she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. Travis smiled, feeling her warmth, and hugged her back just as warmly.

"Aunt Diane, how have you been?" he asked, patting her back gently. Diane held onto him a little longer than usual, as if she didn't want to let go just yet.

"I've been well. And you?" she asked, finally pulling away, though her face remained just inches from his, her eyes filled with affection.

"I've been good too," Travis replied, still smiling. "Debbie said you had a job for me?"

Diane nodded eagerly and stepped back to gesture toward her garden. "Yes, I do. Let me show you what I need help with."

"Yeah. So I've been really busy with my side job, I don't have much time for my garden, which is why I called you here," she said.

"No worries, I'm always willing to help. So when should I start? Also, I brought a shovel with me. Don't know why though," he said, revealing the shovel to her.

Diane's face lit up with happiness as she suddenly jumped into his arms. He caught her, his hands gripping her by her ass, enjoying its soft, jelly-like feel. She got down and smiled up at him.

"You're such a godsend. I was honestly in need of one—mine broke recently, as you can see," she said, pointing to the broken shovel leaning against the wall. "I was worried, but now I'm sure you can start right away. Let me just explain the process."

Travis listened carefully as Diane explained that he was only to remove the long and thick vegetables, leaving the rest untouched. She led him over to the section of the garden where the thorn trees had taken root, explaining how their presence was affecting the growth of her vegetables. The thick thorny branches tangled into the soil made it hard for her garden to thrive.

Travis nodded as Diane finished explaining, grabbing the shovel and getting straight to work. The thorn tree infestation was worse than he thought, with stubborn roots tangled up in the soil, making it difficult for the vegetables to thrive. He started by digging carefully around the base of each tree, loosening the soil with steady, precise movements of the shovel. The heat of the afternoon sun bore down on him, so he took off his shirt, tossing it aside as he focused on the task ahead.

Each tree had thick roots, requiring some effort to pry them from the ground. Travis bent low, using the shovel to wedge between the roots and the soil, putting his strength into lifting and pulling until the first tree came free. The thorns scratched at his arms, but he didn't let it slow him down. One by one, he uprooted each thorn tree, tossing them aside with a sense of accomplishment. As he worked, he couldn't help but notice Diane watching him closely, her eyes fixed more on him than the progress he was making. At first, he assumed she was inspecting his work, but it quickly became apparent she was simply admiring him.

They chatted occasionally as he worked, with Travis asking about her life after the divorce.

"It was hard at first, I won't lie," Diane said, leaning against the garden fence. "But after I started this garden, I found a new purpose. It gave me something to look forward to, something that made me happy and kept me busy."

Travis nodded thoughtfully, focusing on removing the final thorn trees. By the time the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the yard, Travis had pulled out every last tree. His muscles ached, his hands were dirty, but the job was done. He wiped his brow, glancing at Diane, who smiled at him warmly.

"All finished," he said, stepping back to admire the now-clear garden.

Travis took the towel, wiping the sweat from his body as Diane approached with a glass of water. Her eyes lingered on him as she handed him the drink, her thoughts wandering briefly.

"He's really good looking. If only he weren't my nephew," she thought before shaking off the idea.

"You did a great job, handsome. Now I don't have to worry about the thorns ruining my garden, and you even got rid of those pesky rats. Thank you. Here's the money," she said, holding out the cash with a warm smile.

Travis accepted the money with a nod, returning her smile. "Oh, no worries, Aunt Diane." He gave her a long look before adding, "You know, you really look like Debbie."

Diane chuckled at the comment. "I mean, we are twins. Not really surprising. But I'm sure you think Debbie looks better, right?" she teased with a playful glint in her eye.

"No, you both look great. Also, I always wondered why you started a garden. It seemed pretty out of the blue when you told us," Travis said as he took a sip of water.

"Oh, well, I've always had a green thumb. I just never knew where to start. I was also busy with marriage and, well, all the crazy things Debbie and I did back in college," Diane said with a chuckle. "But deep down, I always dreamed of having a farm, you know. Not just a garden, but with farm animals and more."

"That's a nice dream. So, when are you going to start making it a reality?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Diane sighed softly. "It's too expensive, and it takes a lot of time and effort. Something I kind of lack at the moment. I mean, I'm 35 years old. There's not much time for me to do all that."

Travis shook his head slightly. "There's always time. How will you know if you don't start? You just have to take the first step."

Diane paused for a moment, then smiled warmly. She pulled Travis into a tight hug, resting his head against her chest. "You're smart and handsome. What else can you do?" she said with a soft laugh. "You're right, though. I'll think about it."

She let go of him and glanced toward the garden. "Okay, time to get my beautiful thick veggies," she said with a grin, bending down to pick them up.

" You know, I wonder why you only grow thick and long veggies," he said, smirking.

Diane turned around slowly, an awkward smile on her face. "They simply sell better. That's all."

"Right!" he replied, chuckling.

After a few more minutes of conversation, Travis said goodbye to Diane and made his way home. He remembered that Eve wanted him to come over tonight but decided against it.

"I'll see her tomorrow," he thought as he continued walking.

TO BE CONTINUED

[ A/N: So I decided on the Saitama Template. He won't be as strong but strong enough to survive anything worlds gonna throw at him ]