Your next-door neighbor

Your next door neighbor, Justine, an older woman in her late forties, stood there. She was easily a foot and a half taller than you, and seemed to have let herself go a little in her years; although she wasn't chunky, her plump limbs and height gave her a thickset appearance. She had long brown hair, and cheery blue eyes that lit up looking down at you.

"Hey, Dougie!" she said, tousling your hair. Anyone else home? I had a bit of a problem and was wondering if Crystal or your mother could come over and help me fix it.

She moved forward, and unconsciously you allowed her in, not wanting to be knocked over. "No one is home right now, I think my mom is still at work, and Crystal is still on her way home from school. What do you need help with?"

Justine walked over to the couch and sat on the chair; her and your mother were close friends, so it was nothing out of the ordinary. Her blouse was full to bursting, and her jeans hugged her huge ass tightly; you caught yourself staring at her huge hips swaying while she had walked. She sat down, got her phone out, and began texting. "I'm going to ask your mother if you could help me; I'm having some issues with my internet and Lisa always seems to have a Midas touch with that sort of stuff."

As she was texting, you began thinking why she wouldn't just ask you; after all, _you _were the one who taught your mom all of the troubleshooting stuff in the past. Your train of thought was interrupted with Justine chuckling, "Oh! Lisa tells me that you're the tech wizard. Well if you wouldn't mind, my internet has been tits up all day long" There it was. "Sure, Justine! Let me just get out of my school clothes, and I'll be right over. Justine looked you up and down, and replied "Sounds good, Dougie. I'll be waiting down here." You went upstairs, put on a pair of shorts and a shirt, and came back down. As you walked down the stairs, you felt a weirdly impatient and antsy vibe coming from Justine, but just chalked it up to her being incensed with her tech.

"All ready?" she asked. "Yup! Let's go."

You followed her next door; she was definitely well off, but was pretty modest about it; a single story house with a two car driveway and a well manicured front lawn. As she let you in, she directed you to her office; a large room with the internet devices under the desk on the floor.

"So, the one on the left has been beeping, while the one on the right is flashing every which color." she sighed. "Think you can handle it?"