A favor

As Mrs. Coleman steps back from hugging you she looks you up and down before looking at your mother.

"You wouldn't mind if I borrowed your son for a few hours? Although the movers have moved everything in I'm still not sure where I want some of my things. Nothing big just some pictures, small items that sit around the house. It would be a huge help if I could get a fit young man to help me, I'll pay him for his 'services' of course".

Your mother looks at you and then at Mrs. Coleman " Of course not, he'd be happy to help. Just make sure you don't work him too hard he does have a soccer game tomorrow, all state can you believe it". She beams proudly, showing you off. " And make sure he's back for his dinner, his sister is visiting from college so we're going to have a special meal.

"Oh don't worry I'll have him back in plenty of time. Come on lad let's go, quicker started quicker finished".

Before you have a chance to say anything you are whisked out the house by your hand by Mrs. Coleman and guided across the lawn to her house.

As you get in the door Mrs. Coleman starts putting you to work, more so than she led on. She has you moving furniture, putting up painting, and your sure doing more work than her movers did. However, as this is going on there are some benefits. As Mrs. Coleman is dipping into boxes and trying to put up her figurines you manage to get a fleeting glimpse at her breast and more leg than your sure she intended for you to see.

After a few hours you are knackered. There's sweat dripping from your browe, your legs and back ache and your shirt is soaking.