Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master 205 Can't Read His Brain

Stephen raised an eyebrow, while Grace just flashed a smile.

"I'll take that as a yes. Come on," replied Theresa, dragging them both across the street. Stephen shot a look over at Grace, who just shrugged, and both followed the matriarch across the street.

It was soon clear once they stepped onto the driveway that the man had not expected to see anyone, let alone be greeted. His eyes registered surprise when he saw the three of them, before turning to a scowl, and then finally settling on a neutral, unreadable expression. Perhaps he really didn't want to be disturbed while in the middle of moving his possessions.

"Hi there!" waved Theresa, stepping closer. "Welcome to the neighborhood! We saw your moving truck and thought we'd introduce ourselves."
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The man grunted, and then cleared his throat. His gaze drifted across all three of them, before finally settling on Theresa. "Greetings," he said, eventually.

"My name is Theresa Willow. This is my son Stephen, and his girlfriend, Grace," replied Theresa, offering introductions. She offered her hand to shake, but the man just stared at it for several seconds before taking it awkwardly.

"I am called Henry. Henry Lopez," he replied, nodding to the three of them. At least Stephen felt good about guessing his Latin heritage.

"It's a pleasure, Henry," smiled Theresa. "Welcome to our neighborhood! I think you'll really like it here. We have a really great bunch of neighbors here, and it's pretty quiet. Are you from Kansas originally?"

"No, I'm not from here," he replied, looking down at the ground.

Stephen shot a sideways glance at Grace. "This guy is kind of weird," he thought.

"Definitely," replied Grace.

Stephen watched silently while his mother tried to engage their new neighbor in conversation. He hadn't decided yet whether this guy just didn't want to talk, or if his social skills were just bad enough that it made continuing a conversation practically impossible. Although, he had to give it to his mother, who was just rolling with the punches and trying to be nice. It was then that he remembered what she had said in the kitchen, when she had called him cute, and a panicked idea formed in his mind.

"Grace, you remember that wish I made about her? You know, the one about her finding someone? He's not the guy, right? Tell me he's not the guy that she finds?" Stephen thought in a panic.

Grace shook her head subtly, "No, he's not. He's a strange individual. I can't get much of a read on him, for some reason."

"Well, if you need anything, just let us know. We're just across the street, in number 310," replied Theresa, after several moments of conversation, which Stephen had mostly drowned out.

"Many thank yous," replied Henry, before turning his attention back to the truck. After an awkward series of goodbyes, the three of them returned back to their own driveway, and piled into the caravan.