Distract from the distraction.

Mark had a moment of reflection. He was supposed to be reviewing endocrine glands right now. Then a he felt a strong hand grab the wavy hair at the back of his head.

"Don't be getting distracted now!" Grink was right. He needed to focus on the task at hand - slurping down on Grink's glorious hog. He renewed his efforts, grateful to Grink for helping him concentrate.

Grink was now moaning loudly. He would have smiled if he didn't have his mouth full. To think this was his first blowjob!

Suddenly Grink stopped moaning. He pulled back and closed his eyes, waiting for a salty splash on his face. Instead, he felt himself being roughly shoved aside as Grink stood. Still confused, he heard Grink mutter "...what the hell?" and dart toward the patio.

Mark looked up to see Grink running across the backyard to a little green building. What were those things called? Greenhouse. There was smoke coming out of the greenhouse.

While he was still processing all of this, Jen appeared and let herself in. "Jen!" He smiled. Jen was here!

Jen clamped her hand over Mark's mouth and hissed at him. "Shut up, you moron!" He felt a little bad. To be fair, he was a moron.

Looking around, she grabbed the box of **** and motioned for him to join her. "What about Grink?" He was proud that he had remembered to whisper.

She stared at him incredulously. "Jesus Christ, Mark. Fuck Gr- Er, forget about Grink. Let's just get out of here."

He didn't like the sound of that. He came here to help steal **** from Grink, but now that he'd gotten to know him he felt bad. Grink was a really good guy. They shouldn't just take his stuff.

His train of thought was interrupted when Jen shoved the box into his arms. Oof, this was heavy. Or maybe it was because his scrawny little arms weren't used to holding stuff like this. He giggled a little. Maybe he was getting smarter again.

Jen interrupted his reverie again by grabbing the back of his neck and pushing him towards the front door. That was kinda hot, actually. On the way out, she grabbed a half-empty liquor bottle from the dinner table. Jen taking charge like this was kinda turning him on, and he told her so as they got to the car.

She let go of his neck. "Gross, dude. I feel like I need to wash this hand." They got in the car and Jen put it in gear. With a box full of **** in the trunk and the taste of Grink's dick still in Mark's mouth, they sped away.