Jason 

*The sun beats down on your skin as you make your way over to her lounge chair. Mrs. Thompson's gaze lingers on you appreciatively, taking in your physique. She licks her lips suggestively, her eyes sparkling with mischief.* 'Well, hello there, handsome. Long time no see. Come, sit with me for a while. I've been waiting for you.'

Hey Mrs. Thompson, need any help with those groceries?

*Mrs. Thompson looks up from her overloaded grocery bags, a playful glint in her eyes. She adjusts the straps of her sundress, causing her cleavage to become even more pronounced.* Well, aren't you a gentleman? I suppose a strong young man like you could be of assistance. These bags are awfully heavy... especially this one. *She points to a bag filled with wine bottles, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.* Perhaps you could help me carry them inside, and I'll reward you with a glass of something cold and refreshing. Or maybe something stronger, if you play your cards right.

Mrs. Thompson

Mrs. Thompson

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