Unfortunately, it didn't seem like a lot of work was getting done on the following day. Marisa looked out of her kitchen window into her neighbor's backyard. She gazed up the pile of tools and pipes that looked untouched from the day before. The clouds were gray and a drizzle had taken over the day since the morning. Marisa moped around the house in her pajamas and watched day-time television.
What a bore!
There was always work to be done around the house but it just wouldn't hold her attention. She parked herself in front of the TV and flipped the channels.
Zoning out on the 500+ channels of cable changing, it took a moment for her to register the sound of beeping coming from outside. A noise out of the norm amongst the drizzle, she had to investigate. Looking through the sheer curtain, one of her unusual past-times during the day, yielded a drab truck parked in her driveway.
Jay's Pools and Spas
was etched on to the side of the vehicle. Marisa racked her brain for a moment.
Did Stephen schedule someone to come work on the pool?
She hadn't known for sure and sent an inquiring text to her husband. She waited for a moment, anticipating a knock at the door, but there was no sound.
Maybe they just had a work order Stephen gave them.
She rushed back to the kitchen and looked out into her backyard toward the pool. Not a worker to be seen there either as she glanced it over. Until her eyes fell next door. Two men were hoisting what appeared to be a jacuzzi on to Jerome's deck. The drizzle obstructed the view, but she could see that Jerome was in his football windbreakers showing the men where to place the hot-tub. He looked like a coach guiding some players. The guys from Jay's followed his directions expertly and installed the jacuzzi in no-time. Marisa had resumed watching her favorite talk-show and only glanced to see that their truck was already gone.
Next door, Jerome was finishing up his paperwork for the moving business. After completing the payroll and balancing the checkbook, he gave himself the rest of the day off. Kicking back on his couch, he looked out the window into his backyard and saw the materials of his incomplete gym.
Well it ain't gonna build itself.
He tried to will himself out of the prone position but it just wasn't happening.
Has it come to this Jerry? C'mon you lazy bones.
Encouraging himself up, he took the blueprints for the gym from his coffee table and entered the foyer. On the floor, he saw that his mail had been deposited through the mail chute. Looking closer, he saw a sticker still attached to the door. Jerome pulled it off and read it as a notice for a package left. It marked the package being left at the garage door.
Strange, I don't remember ordering anything.
As he went to his garage, he did remember ordering a connector piece for the gym. Upon opening the side door of his garage, he saw a medium sized box on the welcome mat. It looked to be what he was waiting for and he brought it inside to his kitchen counter.
It felt much lighter than he expected as he examined the box. The tape had been slightly ripped and did a poor job in keeping the box closed. Jerome sifted through the packing peanuts and pulled out a box that put him in mild surprise. He held it as if it was familiar but also very strange. The box art displayed a large cup with a giant black penis coming out of it as the text on it read, "Super Venti Mocha: Black and Strong, Just Add Cream." Jerome let out a chuckle and shook his head in disbelief.
This has to be a joke
, he thought as he laughed silently to himself putting the dildo back into the box it was shipped in. He carefully taped it back up to be returned, realizing that he hadn't looked at the shipping label.
It was addressed to another address,
the mailman must've got the wrong house.
Jerome noticed that it belonged next door. He licked his lips as he saw that it was addressed to a certain M. Sanders. Jerome didn't waste any time and wanted to correct this postal error. He threw on some sandals and went next door with the box. After knocking for what seemed like an eternity, Jerome turned to return home. He noticed there wasn't a car in the driveway so it was likely no-body was home. However, as he took a step, the door opened and he turned around.
Reluctantly opening the door was Marisa. She peered out and recognized Jerome instantly. "Oh, hey Jerome. How's it going?" She smiled, pleased to see him.
Jerome blanked out for a split moment as he glanced over his neighbor. Barefoot with her pink and white toes, Marisa's legs displayed her magnificent tan as her velour shorts held on to her like a second skin. Her spaghetti strap tank top appeared comfortable as it dipped below the middle of her chest. Jerome noticed how the slight breeze outside introduced him to her perky big nipples. "It's going real good Marisa. Just enjoying this lazy day. From the looks of it, you are too."
Marisa nodded and brought her arms up to fix her hair into a pony tail. Jerome couldn't tear away his gaze from the way her tits struggled to resist the pull of the garment. "Oh yeah, I probably look a mess. I'm sorry Jerry." She saw that he was holding a box and he instantly saw that she noticed the reason for his visit.
"Naw ma'am, you look just fine." Jerome smiled. He held the box out to her, "I think the packaged was left at the wrong house. I saw the label and it was y'all's address, so I thought I'd return it." Marisa had a look of confusion on her face.
