Jerry has to run an errand

"Okay boys, help me unload the car," Mrs. Summers announces as she pulls up into the garage.

"Mom!" Jerry whines as he gets out of the car, "we were going to go play video games."

"And you still can, honey," she assures him, "but first I'd like some help unloading all of the baseball gear."

Jerry frowns and starts to sulk while you eagerly help unload the sports equipment.

"It's nice to have such a strong helpful young man around, Mark," Mrs. Summers assures you, reaching out and resting her hand on your shoulder for a second as you pull the last bag of bats out of the car and stack it neatly against the wall.

"Oh, it's no problem, Mrs. Summers," you assure her, trying not to think about what her touch is doing to you. "I'll always happy to help you out."

"Mmmm, that's nice to know, Mark," Mrs. Summers almost purrs. "And please call me Irene. Mrs. Summers makes me feel so old."

"Okay, Mrs.... I mean, Irene," you nod with a smile, wondering why your friend's hot mom was acting so different around you today.

"C'mon, Mark," Jerry's impatient voice interrupts your thoughts, "let's go up to my room and play some games."

"You boys have fun up there," Mrs. Summers calls after you as you hurry after your friend.

You and Jerry are quickly immersed in the rapid fire action and high graphic quality of the latest first person shooter game. You are so engrossed in the video game **** that you almost don't notice Mrs. Summers entering the room until she speaks.

"Jerry honey, sorry for intruding," she starts once you notice her, both of you pausing the game to listen. "I hate to ask but I forgot to pick up the chicken for tonight's dinner. Would you be a dear and run back into town to get it?" She asks pleadingly.

"What?! Mom! Mark's here, we're playing video games. Why can't you go?" Jerry whines at his mother.

"Because I've got the biscuits and vegetables already in the oven and I need to keep an eye on them," Irene explains patiently, a slight frown on her face as she regards her son. "And because I asked you to. Now if you want to use the car for your date this Friday, you'll go pick up the meat for dinner," she informs her sternly.

"Fine," Jerry grumps, tossing his controller down on his bed. "Do you want to come with me, Mark?" He asks you as he stands up.

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