Jeff had decided to go out into his garage and take his dirtbike out.  Liger, ever being the faithful friend, decided to go outside.  Now, Jeff was quite unsure about that.  Liger did have a tendency to just run everywhere, and his new neighbor might not like it.  Come to think of it, he didn't know much about his new neighbor.  He saw her the day he came home, but he didn't see her after that.
    Jeff decided not to think any longer on it, and he and Liger were going to enjoy their afternoon.  Jeff went out into his backyard, and looked across the road.  His neighbor had two beautiful quarter horses in the pasture, grazing.  Liger saw the horses, and his little doggy mind told him to go run.  However, Liger was no dummy dog.  He waited until Jeff had gone into his motocross state of mind, and Liger bounded down the road to the new house.
    Sure enough, at the house, the neighbor was sitting on the porch steps, drinking a glass of lemonade, and reading a magazine.  Liger looked at her, and slowly walked up to her, turning on his doggy charm, by using cute little puppy dog eyes, wagging tail, and wagging tongue.
    The woman looked up from her reading, and saw the dog.  She smiled a bit.
    "Hello, little one.  Where did you come from?" she said, smiling and putting out a hand so he could get her scent.  Liger walked right over to her and let her pet him.
    "Oh, now aren't you friendly?"  she said, scratching behind his ears.
    Meanwhile, Jeff stopped his bike and looked about for his dog.  Sure enough, he ran off.  But where?  Jeff had an inkling that he was going to meet his new neighbor sooner than expected.
    Jeff ran back into the house and threw on a clean shirt, and a clean pair of pants.  He grabbed his keys, and Liger's leash, and started down the road.  He got to the neighbor's house, and saw his dog, laying on the ground as the redhaired woman was scratching his dog's belly.  His annoyance was suddenly melted as he saw that sight.
    "Do you have a name, pup?" she asked the dog.
    "Liger." Jeff said.
    The woman looked up, and looked at Jeff.  Jeff smiled at her, and looked at his dog.  Her face was as beautiful as her body was; she had deep-set emerald eyes, with a head of long, red hair.
    "Liger, eh?  Well, such a nice name for a sweet dog." She said, as she got up and walked toward Jeff.  She was a bit taken aback by this man with green and blue hair, but his eyes were a striking green. "It's okay, he wasn't bothering me.  It was actually kind of sweet.  He's been my welcoming committee."
    Jeff smiled a bit. "New here?" he asked
    "That obvious?" she replied, with an eyebrow raised.
    "Well, the accent is a dead giveaway." Jeff said "New York City?" he said, fancying a guess as to where she was from.
    "Nope, Boston." she answered him
    "Wow, Boston.  That's a long way from Cameron, North Carolina." Jeff said. "What brings a beautiful girl like you here from a place like Boston?"
    "I was hired to be a fourth grade teacher at the elementary school here." she matter of factly stated.
    "Ah, a teacher.  That's different." Jeff said, "Oh, forgive me for not introducing myself.  I'm Jeff Hardy.  I live up the road from you." he said, putting his hand forward.
    "Ciara Fitzgerald." she said, putting her hand forth.
    "Ah, a pleasure, Ciara." Jeff said, kissing her hand.
    "Would you like to come in and see what I did with the house?" Ciara asked him
    "Sure.  Would love to." Jeff answered.
    He followed her in.  What he saw of her he was beginning to like already.  She had a charm about her that a lot of local girls didn't have.  She had a lot that his ex-girlfriend didn't.  He wanted to ask Ciara out, but he didn't know how she would respond. Right now, he just settled for the tour into her world.