Chapter 8
by 
Yelawolf
Do you go with Mr. Jackson or keep home and follow your mom's orders?
Go with Mr. Jackson to his house, putting the candy in a bowl
"Okay, Mr. Jackson. I want to see Scarlet Johansson naked. Man, she's one of my biggest crushes." You said while finding a bowl to dump the candy sweetness in it. You went outside seeing a few kids eyeing the bowl. You decide to just give it all to them while putting it by itself on your outside chair.
"We good now Natasha." The older than you by forty-two years.
He calling you by the black widow's real character name should chill you to your core, but you knew he had to be joking with you. Most guys in your friend group would do the same if not worse. You took the name he gave, hoping that if you let him, you'll get to see some of the black widow Avengers starlet. You nod your head as he walks to his cozy house. With a large chimney smoking above his home, you think he must be getting cold from the fall weather.
Mr. Jackson stops by his metal white door. He pulls it open with a big handsome smile. You see a little black hair in his nearly white beard. You walk in seeing an original decor. A leather stand-alone recliner with a long matching black couch a few feet down. A coffee table in front of the chairs with a nice regular flat screen tv. You see the simmering timbers in the pit where the chimney is placed.
"Nice house Mr. Jackson."
"Yeah, my wife picked it all out. I was just the buyer. Ha ha." He says with mirth in his voice.
"What happens to her?" You said not ever seeing the woman.
"Mmm, she died four years ago. I have been coup up in here without a touch of a woman." He looked a little sad before putting on a charming smile. "Don't worry Natasha. I had got over her, only a few wandering thoughts about her." He halts his speech before saying. "Do you want to stay in the living room or head upstairs to look at black widow's finest ass body?"
