Let her go.

"You better get going baby. I can't be held responsible for what happens if you keep that up." Jenna shakes her head and smiles.
"Hornball..." but she sashays away, making sure her swaying hips are keeping your attention.

You go about the business of getting ready. You come downstairs in time to see Zoe climb into an Uber. Now where is she going? As you begin to tidy up, throwing out the trash and straightening up, Tara O'Day, Jared's busty girlfriend, emerges from his room, smelling of weed and wearing only acid washed cutoffs reminiscent of Zoe's, and a tight black v-neck t-shirt that exposes a large swath of cleavage.

"Excuse me..." she rubs past you to open the fridge and pull out an Arizona Arnold Palmer can. You grumble inwardly: those are yours. They aren't for her.

"Just you and me, huh Mr. S?" she pops the top, drinking long and slow as she paces, barefoot, from the kitchen to the living room. The open floor plan meant that anyone in the kitchen could see the 4K flatscreen in the recessed living room, or the dining room table, or beyond that to the sliding doors that led to the back deck.

"Yeah, I guess so." You watch her warily as you pull the trash liner, and replace it with a new one.

"You don't mind if I put on SportsCenter, do you?" Apparently, Tara was a Dodgers fan and liked to follow all the highlights. If she wasn't such a teasing little tart, it might have been a source of common interest. Though, truth be told, you were an AL man through and through, and followed the Red Sox, like your father.

"Go ahead, but please make sure it stays clean in there. Trying to get ready-"

"For family. I know, Mr. S. You're such a good, dutiful husband to follow Jenna's instructions." She's leaning over the back of the couch now, infusing every word with a smug little smile.

You've had enough, so you move on to the backyard, checking the pool and the hot tub. {if TaraSFantasy = 1} After jerking off in the shower to the little tart, you don't really want to put up with any flirting.{endif}

Soon after, Zoe returns to the house in her own car, a beat up Malibu, with a few extra bags. Ah, so that's where she'd gone.

"I beat Jenna back!" she announces to no one in particular. Tara doesn't look up from her phone.

"Yes you did. Now help me clean this place up."

When Jenna returns, you all pitch in to help put away the massive load of groceries. As soon as the last item is safely in the fridge, you hear the twin honks of two vehicles pulling into the driveway.