David Vaughn had been a "squeaky-clean" individual for as long as he could remember. From the moment he took his first steps and spoke his first words, to the present, he'd lived his life in a pretty straight direction... with partial "help" from his very strict upbringing. His parents were very protective of their first-born boy, and throughout his entire life, they'd managed to raise their son without worry of drugs, school ditching… or sex. Instead, David's childhood and teenage days were spent studying, eating healthy, avoiding R-Rated movies, being classically trained on the piano, and just overall following the path his parents felt was the most "righteous."

However, David was now 24 years old. A grown man had to break away from his parents' hold at some point, and so he did. He now resided in an apartment, all the way on the other side of town, far away from his parent's home. David loved his parents, but in this short time on his own so far, he'd realized his parents protected him from many things... some things even teenagers today as young as 15 knew that he didn't know too well about. At one point, he even had a girlfriend. Though it didn't last long. Not because he wasn't a gentleman, and certainly not because he wasn't attractive. But his beliefs and strict upbringing always got in the way of the relationship, and not once did the two ever get close enough to be "intimate."

Now leading the single life again, David realized he needed to make some money. He already had a part-time job at a nearby Super Wal-Mart center, but he wanted a little more extra spending money for himself. And then the perfect idea hit him: Piano lessons. With the years of piano experience under his belt, along with his happy, patient, and innocent disposition, he thought he would make the perfect teacher for any age. So David soon began putting up ads and several flyers. Being a "beginner" himself in teaching, his prices were reasonably lower than most of the professional tutors in town. Though soon enough, he was getting some attention, and eventually had students with pianos at their homes that he would visit for each lesson.

His parents were so thrilled that their son would be sharing his talents with others. Every night when he would come home at precisely 7 in the evening, David would call his parents' house just to tell them how each of his students were doing, and how "fulfilling" it felt.

Lately though, there was one house in particular he often enjoyed visiting- The Young family, a kind family who lived just a few miles from his apartment. Mr. and Mrs. Young were a very sweet couple, and the student was little Rebecca Young, an adorable child of 9 who seemed quite excited to be learning the piano. Mrs. Young also mentioned a son, though he was barely ever home for David to actually meet him. Though the reason he enjoyed it here so much was not because of Rebecca. Yes, she'd gained quite an aptitude for the piano, but often times, David's attention was elsewhere in the Young's neighborhood. Whenever David would drive into the community where the Young's house resided, he noticed a park across the street from their house, and visible through the cathedral-style window right next to their piano, was a skate park within that park. Of course, David's parents would've never allowed him to take up skateboarding as a hobby, though sometimes during Rebecca's lessons, he found himself