Mayfield: A Saga

Speakin’ of Mr. Parsons and his lacheys, I met one of them….and I fell in love with her. Now you know, there’s nothin I want more in this life than to carry on the dream me wife, God rest her soul, and I had. I want to have 6 children and one day see ‘em off and married. Of course, now I gotta find me a wife to help with that dream. Now, this woman is absolutely beautiful. Her name: Vyn Kimbrell. I met her at a pool hall one night, and we hit it off instantly. I haven’t felt a connection like that since I had me sheep. She thought me jokes were funny, and she let me win at pool. Now that’s a real woman! After a few drinks, we got to talkin. It seems she’s a Cat Burglar for dear ol’ Mr. Parsons, the English Godfather himself. She says he’s a really nice and reasonable man, but somethin’ about him just makes me blood run cold. Anyway, by the end of the night, Vyn and I were as close as two mating sheep, if ya know what I mean!

We spent a good couple of weeks together, just romancin’. Then one day, it all went wrong. I was at a little cafe drinkin some espresso (I’ll never touch the stuff again!), when dear ol’ Mrs. Persea asked me for a word. I’m sure you’ve met Darice Persea? Isn’t she just the sweetest old bat? Anyhoo, she told me somethin’ that shocked the daylights outta me. Vyn, my Vyn, is engaged to be married to another man. Now, here I thought I had finally found the one for me (well, the next one for me anyways), and turns out she’s as crafty as a hyperactive sheep with nothin’ to do but wander. I never woulda thought me Vyn would be two-timin’ like that. And yes, I know she’s a criminal…but that doesn’t mean she’s a liar…although she is actually a liar. So, of course you can understand how heart-broken I was to hear this news. I broke things off immediately with Vyn, as any respectable man would do. Turns out her fiance also works for Mr. Parsons. His name is Kin Akunaga, and I figure I don’t want Mr. Parson’s right hand man mad at me. So, I took good ol’ Darice’s advice and I distanced meself from our lovely criminal faction.

I didn’t want to waste anymore time on tryin’ to find love, so I hurried on up and called a gypsy. That’s right, I hired a service to help me find the love (the next love) of my life. And I specifically asked for a single woman you can be sure. I paid that ol’ bat 2,000 simoleons that first try. Boy did I regret that.

She ended up hookin’ me up with yet another one of Central City’s worst citizens. This woman, a Jessica Ebadi, also turned out to work for Mr. Parsons. She seemed like a nice enough girl though, and not wantin’ to be rude, I stayed on the date with her. But it didn’t last long. I took her inside and introduced her to me kiddies…

And she got right up off that couch, and walked out me door. I guess she didn’t like kids. Good thing I didn’t show her the pictures of me sheep that I keep by me bed.