Possessive 1
"Are you done there?" Angela asks. "You're such a good boy. How did you go folding my dainty things? Still hard as a rock I hope? Let me see it again. Stroke it for me while I tell you a story."
"The man that used to live in your house, Mark, he was a nice man, he used to mow my lawn you know. Whenever he was in his yard he would pop his head over the fence. I always made sure to be wearing some cute sundress or little shorts or something to catch his eye, a little bit of flirting. You know I can be so forward. Next thing you know he was over here, doing my lawn, trimming my hedge, putting out my bins, planting flowers in the garden, all sorts of little tasks he would do for me. A perfect neighbour.
Of course I knew that Mark was hoping for something more than just a bit of flirting and a glimpse of skin, but I was sure to never let things get too far and he never even touched me. He just respectfully did all my outdoor chores and probably dreamed of me every night after mowing my lawn. He was a sweety. Like you. You are a sweety too right?
You will mow my lawn won't you?"