Mark stood there for a minute, waiting for the response that never came. Did he go to the wrong house? No the address seems correct. But as the noise got louder, his curiosity took over and he went to take a look as he walked in the direction it was coming from, leaving his stuff at the front door so he can be stealthy. He walked over until he found a shed, where he sneaked up to in and slowly opened it so he can peak in
Inside was quite the sight. An older mature woman with short curly brown hair, tall and lean, wearing a white floral dress with flats as he recognized her from the holidays he would have with his family as Aunt Carol. She was dragging a girl by her ear that he recognized as his cousin, who he wasn’t the biggest fan of. There was a bunch of tools in the garage, including a lot of stuff he didn’t recognize and a large bench in the middle of the room. “You know the drill! Clothes off and bend over!” Carol demanded, delivering a hard swat to her seat to get her going
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