This choice: Mrs. Packard, Jack's Milfy Neighbor • Go Back...Chapter #4You Should Learn How To Relax by: Rita   "Mrs. Packard?" Pete texted his friend to back, just to make sure he was reading that correctly. Mrs. Packard was one of Jack's next door neighbors. Pete didn't know much about her, besides the fact that she was a mother, a wife, and decently attractive. Pete knew a little bit about her husband, though. Mr. Packard worked with Pete's mother at the local law firm. Pete had met him a couple times and he seemed nice enough, but his mother didn't have many good things to say about him. "He's such a perv," Pete overheard his mother speaking to one of her friends, "He's never touched me or anything, but he just never stops staring down at me. I hate working around that creep!" Pete wondered what kind of wife would put up with a husband like that.
"Yeah, Mrs. Packard!" Jack's text replied, "This is so wild, dude. You gotta come over and see!"
"This isn't some, elaborate prank, right?" Pete still couldn't really believe what was happening, "You're not just upstairs, waiting for me to go get kicked out of some stranger's house?”
"Pete, I fucking disappeared," Read Jack's rather blunt text, "How could I do that? Come on, dude, I swear this is real. Just come over and see."
"Alright," Pete sighed, annoyed with how easy it was for Jack to convince him that he could actually possess somebody, "Gimme a sec, I'll heading over now," Pete couldn't believe himself as he exited Jack's house. Jack''s manipulating me Pete thought as he walked down Jack's driveway, He does this shit all the time, As Pete got closer to Mrs. Packard's house, he recalled the last time Jack had tricked him into doing something stupid. Pete and Jack were at the farmers market, picking something up for Jack's mom, and they stumbled upon some ghost peppers. Jack had convinced Pete into eating one, telling him that they "Weren't that spicy, Everyone overacts about that stuff," Pete, always being the gullible one, ate the whole thing and suffered the consequences. And while Pete's mouth was on fire, all Jack could do was laugh at him. "How is this any different?" Pete grumbled to himself, now standing on Mrs. Packard's doorstep. Pete knocked the door, hoping there would be no response and he could just go back home.
"It's unlocked," shouted a voice from inside the house. Shit! Pete thought as he opened the door, What am I going to tell this lady? Just say "Hey, is my friend's soul inside you? No? Pardon me, then," She's going to think I'm nuts! Pete walked forward into the Packard home and heard humming coming from the hallway to his left. Pete decided that he might as well see if Pete was here, and decided that following the humming was his best solution. The hallway lead to a lavishly decorated kitchen, with complex wooden cupboards and beautiful plants lined across the counters. Sitting on one of the stools by the wine rack, sat Mrs. Packard, reading what seemed to be a romantic novel.
"Can I help you, young man?" Mrs. Packard ask Pete, without even looking up from her book, "Would there happen to be a reason why you're in my home?"
"I, um...." Pete struggled to find the right words. This isn't Jack. What the hell is wrong with me Pete frantically thought, Jack is back at his house laughing his ass off and I'm bothering some poor woman in her own own home. I've got to come up with some excuse for being here and get out fast. "I was looking for my friend," Pete tried his best to sound convincing, "I thought he might be in here. Doesn't look like so, I'll be on my way. Sorry to bother you, ma'am"
"A friend?" Mrs. Packard raised an eye from her her book, "If you're looking for someone, I would be willing to help. Who is your friend?"
"Um, his name is Jack," Pete nervously scratched the back of his head, feeling like he was going to be in the house much longer than anticipated. "He's actually your next door neighbor. He's about my age"
"Hmm, neighbor, huh?" Mrs. Packard looked up, like she was trying to remember him, "Oh! Do you mean the asian boy?"
"Yeah, he's Japanese," Pete specified, knowing Jack's pet peeve of being grouped with every Asian country, being very proud of his Japanese heritage, "Have you seen him anywhere?"
"Can't say that I have," Mrs. Packard closed her book and placed it on the counter, now giving all her attention toward Pete. "My god, you look so worried! He must be really important to you,"
"Well," Pete sighed at how long he had to keep up this lie, "He is my best friend."
"I'm sure he'll show up, no need to get so stressed," Mrs. Packard put her hand on Pete's shoulder, "Do you always get so worked up about these type of things that you barge into strangers houses? You should learn to relax, kid
"Yeah, your probably right," Pete nodded at the woman, "I'm probably just freaking out over nothing,"
"Oh, I have an idea," Mrs Packard snapped her fingers, "How about I give you something worth freaking out about?" Before Pete could ask what she meant, Mrs. Packard ripped open her hoodie.
"Ta Da!" She exclaimed triumphantly to awe stricken Pete, "See anything you like, little boy?"
"Oh my god," Pete muttered, feeling crazy for what he was about to ask, "Jack, is that you?"
"You betcha, Pete!" Jack laughed at his friends surprised face, "Although, I guess I can't really blame you for not believing in me before. This does seem pretty impossible. But I swear, I really am Jack. Now how about...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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