Package Deal
by bn432

To say that Mark was lucky would be an understatement. He slogged through life at his boring job, never going out and socializing with his fellow man. However, the one time he did he met the women of his dreams, and they actually hit it off. Her name was Teresa and she was the most gorgeous woman Mark had ever laid eyes on. Her wavy black hair framed her beautiful face and her body was a sight to behold. She was much older than Mark, but he didn’t care. From the first second he saw her he knew he wanted to be with her.

After dating for a week or so, the relationship was still going strong. Mark had taken Teresa out on to a fancy dinner to commemorate their first week together. The dinner went well, but he could tell that she had something on her mind the whole time. As they finished dessert Mark decided to ask her about it.

“Hey, so you’ve been pretty quiet today. Is something wrong?” He asked with concern.

She looked up from her food and sighed. “I’m fine, I’ve just been putting off telling you something.”

Hearing this Mark’s mind immediately raced to the worst possible assumptions. Does she have a husband? A terminal illness? Is she actually a man? He tried his hardest to shove those thoughts to the back of his mind. “What is it? Don’t worry I can take it.” He replied reassuringly.

Teresa looked up at him and smiled, “You’re right. I don’t know why I’m so nervous about it.” She took in a deep breath, preparing herself, “I have a daughter. She’s from a previous marriage, and she’s 19.” After she finished, she closed her eyes, obviously expecting a bad reaction.

Mark wasn’t too fazed though. Sure his girlfriend having a daughter that was only 5 years younger than him was a little awkward, but maybe that would mean they’d just get along better. “That’s it? That’s nothing to even worry about. In fact I can’t wait to meet her!” He said, laughing and reaching over to grab her hand.

Teresa opened her eyes, a shocked expression on her face. “Really? Wow! My past five dates all fled as soon as I told them that.” She smiled warmly at him, “You really are special Mark.” They shared a passionate kiss and then finished their meal.

Later that night Mark dropped her off at her house. They kissed goodnight, and before she got out of the car she invited him over for dinner the following night. She figured that he may as well meet her daughter as soon as possible, since she was such a big part of her life. Mark agreed wholeheartedly, then waved goodbye and sped off to his own place. He was giddy with excitement, both for his relationship with Teresa and for meeting her daughter tomorrow. He barely slept that night, kept awake by thoughts of his future with Teresa and her daughter.

The next day seemed agonizingly long to Mark. He spent most of his work day staring at the clock, his foot tapping impatiently as he willed it to move faster. Finally quitting time came, and he rushed home to get ready for his dinner with Teresa and her daughter. He put on the best clothes he could find in his closet, his best cologne, and even went out to get a fresh haircut. An hour later he pulled up to Teresa’s house, hopped out of the car and, with a skip in his step, strode up to the door. He rang the doorbell and then stepped back, seconds later it flew open and Teresa greeted him affectionately, ushering him inside.

The inside of Teresa’s house smelled heavenly. The mouth-watering scent of her home cooking hung like a warm blanket over the entire household. Mark hadn’t had a good home cooked meal in a very long time, so his excitement for this dinner increased ten-fold as soon as he walked through the door. Teresa explained that she was just making the final preparations and in the meantime he should go and meet her daughter, June. Mark nods and she directs him down the hall to the living room. Walking down the hall Mark had to admit to himself that he was feeling nervous. He wondered how Teresa would react if he didn’t hit it off with her daughter. Would she dump him on the spot?

Mark rounded the corner into the living room and spotted June lounging on the sofa. She was watching some reality TV program and didn’t notice him come in. He nervously said hello and she turned to look at him. Mark was taken aback by just how similar she looked to her mother. It was like he was looking at a younger copy of her. She bluntly spat out a greeting, and Mark got the impression that she was mad at him for some reason. He tried to make some small talk, but she simply ignored him and watched her show. Eventually he gave up and just waited for dinner to be ready. After a few more minutes of awkward silence, Teresa came in and announced that dinner was served. Mark jumped up, eager to actually talk to someone, and followed her into the dining room. June came sauntering in a minute later and plopped down in the chair at the head of the table, while Teresa and Mark sat across from each other. They dug in, and Mark was blown away by how good Teresa’s cooking was. Throughout the dinner he chatted happily with Teresa, but every once and awhile he would catch June glaring at him out of the corner of his eye. Thinking that she was mad at him for not engaging with her, he decided to try and ask her about her hobbies and what she was doing in school. He only received a perfectly executed eye-roll and blunt answers.

Towards the end of the dinner Teresa excused herself to go to the bathroom, leaving Mark alone with June. The suffocating awkward silence returned and Mark busied himself by focusing on his food. He was staring at his plate when he heard June stand up, her chair squeaking as it slid backwards. He looked up and watched her as she walked round the table towards him. She was staring at him in a way that made him feel uneasy. She came to a stop beside him and Mark smiled warily at her, unsure of what she was doing. Then, without warning, she grabbed his hair and yanked his head down, pulling it towards her ample rear. Before Mark even had time to process what was happening June turned and pressed her ass against his face, then ripped a huge, bubbly fart directly into it. The hot gas assaulted Mark’s nostrils and he gagged as the smell overwhelmed him, pushing out the scent of Teresa’s cooking and replacing it with June’s own special recipe.

June released Mark’s head, and he quickly pulled it away from her smelly ass. He looked at her in disbelief, trying to understand why she just did that. “Why?” He sputtered out between coughs.

June smiled at him and uttered the first words she’s said to him all night. “To get to why I just did that, I’ll have to give you a bit of a history lesson. Back when my Mom was in her teens she made a big mistake, and the result of that mistake was me! My father at the time decided he didn’t want to deal with the consequences, so he left her to raise me by herself.” She explained. As she was talking she nonchalantly picked up Mark’s fork and stuck it down the back of her pants, scratched her ass with it, then placed it back on his plate. “Over the years I’ve seen her date many men, and to be honest, she has horrible taste. Almost every single one has hurt her in some way, and I’m sick of seeing her in pain. So I decided to take it upon myself to protect her.”

Mark was still confused, “I’m not going to hurt your mother! I love her!” He exclaimed, standing up to face her. “And I still don’t understand what this has to do with you farting in my face!”

“Consider it a trial by fire. If you really want to be with her, then you’ll have no issue putting up with me. Think of us as a package deal of sorts. If that doesn’t work for you then you can just leave now before she gets too attached.” June leaned in closer as she neared the end of her speech. “Oh, and if you ever breathe a word of this to her, or if I even hear a peep of a complaint from you, I’m going to the police and telling them you sexually assaulted me.” She finished, her menacing tone telling Mark her threat was not to be taken lightly.

Mark sat back down, still in disbelief about what he was hearing. He debated leaving, but the thought of Teresa’s smiling face renewed his resolve. “I’m not leaving!” He said defiantly.

June smiled back at him, “Well then, enjoy the rest of your meal.” She turned to leave, but stopped and leaned over his plate. She then spat a disgustingly large glob of mucous-y saliva into Mark’s unfinished dinner, grabbed the fork she had used to scratch her ass, and used it to stir her secret ingredient into his food. Pleased with her addition to his meal, June returned to her seat, leaving the stunned Mark to stare into his ruined dinner.

Just as June sat back down Teresa came back from her trip to the bathroom. Mark’s face lit up and he almost forgot about what just transpired. Teresa sat down in her seat, and then noticed Mark’s plate.

“Mark sweetie, you should really finish up your food. There’s starving children in Africa you know!” She scolded, reverting a bit into her mothering mode.

Mark grimaced and looked down at his plate, then up at June. She winked at him and finished up her own food, licking her fork clean and making a face that conveyed how good it tasted. He smiled weakly back at her and gingerly picked up his butt-scented fork. Suppressing a gag, he spooned some of the food and spit mixture into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed June trying to hold in her laughter.

After Mark finished up the remains of his dinner, Teresa suggested that they watch a movie together. He agreed, glad to finally have some alone time with her, but his mood was ruined by June saying she’d love to join. They walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. It was a fairly large couch, but was not quite big enough for three people to sit side by side, especially when June and Teresa both sat with their legs curled up on the couch. Mark ended up sitting in between the two woman, and he couldn’t help but notice that both of their ample bottoms were pointed directly at him. June and Teresa decided to watch some sappy romantic comedy, Mark didn’t have much of a say in it. The movie had only been going for a bit when Mark noticed June shifting in her seat. Not too long after she shot another fart out of her ass, the wave of gas surrounding Mark in seconds. He gagged as the stench reached his nose, the familiar sulfur-y odour overwhelming him.

Teresa immediately slipped back into parenting mode, “June! Please keep those to yourself when we have a guest in the house!”

“It’s your fault Mom, you know all that cheese you put in our dinner makes us gassy. Besides, Mark doesn’t mind if I fart. Right Mark?” She replied while subtly poking him with her foot. Teresa looked at Mark for confirmation, figuring that her daughter was probably lying.

Mark got the message June’s foot was carrying, “Yeah its fine, they’re only natural.” He said, while repressing his urge to gag on the lingering odour.

Teresa looked surprised, but then pleased. “Really? Well that’s a big relief. I’ve been holding these in all night.” She scrunched her face up and grunted, blasting a surprisingly loud, trumpeting fart in Mark’s direction. “Cheese really does give me terrible gas, but my cooking just isn’t the same without it.”

Teresa’s gas washed over Mark, and he nearly bit his tongue off trying to prevent himself from gagging. It was just as bad if not worse than June’s. He recalled the old saying ‘the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree’ thinking about how well it applied to his current situation. The two women turned their attention back to the movie, while Mark was too busy trying to subtly fan the fart cloud surrounding his head away to pay any attention. Throughout the rest of the two and a half hour long film Mark was sandwiched between the gassy asses of Teresa and June. Sometimes they would alternate, keeping the air around Mark’s face saturated with their toxic air. Other times they would sync their expulsions, both blasting their butt trumpets in some kind of nauseating harmony. The waves of humid gas crashed against Mark’s body, flowing upwards and mixing together around his face, resulting in a gag-inducing stench of rotten cheese and shit. June ended up getting more amusement from watching Mark’s face contort as he fought the urge to throw up his dinner than the movie. Mark thought the movie would never end, but finally, mercifully, the credits rolled.

Teresa dabbed at her eyes with a tissue and then loudly blew her nose into it. “I love that movie, the end always gets me.” She sniffled, looking over at Mark and smiling. He managed to force out a smile in return through his gas-induced haze. Teresa grunted and released another hissing fart, “I have to say, farting freely like this is really liberating. Thanks so much for understanding Mark.”

Mark felt June’s foot return to his leg, “Really, it’s no big deal.” He said weakly, hoping he sounded convincing enough for June.

Teresa blew her nose into her tissue one more time, and then the trio got up and walked to the front door. Teresa gave Mark an appreciative goodnight kiss, which improved Mark’s mood dramatically. As he pulled away he looked to June, who was sitting on the stairs. She gently slapped her butt and winked at him, and then waved goodbye cutely. He waved back half-heartedly. Mark left the house more determined than ever to make this relationship work. He knew he loved Teresa and wanted to be with her. All he had to do was convince June of this fact and then hopefully she would lay off the tormenting. He arrived home at his apartment and went to bed, trying to think of the pleasant memories of the evening, while trying to forget the stinky ones.

The next day Mark was heading over to Teresa’s house. She had called him during work and asked if he wanted to go out to a movie in the evening. He enthusiastically agreed, looking forward to going on a date with her that wouldn’t have June tormenting him the entire time. Mark arrived at her house and strolled up to the door while doing some last minute grooming to make sure he looked good. He knocked and waited a minute, then the door opened and June appeared, smiling widely at him.

“Hey Mark! Back already eh?” She winked at him.

He returned her smile, determined to make her like him. “Yep, I’m here to pick up your mother. We’re going to a movie tonight.”

“Right, well she’s just finishing up upstairs so why don’t you come in so we can chat for a bit.” She replied. Mark got a bad feeling from the tone of her voice.

She motioned for him to come in and he hesitantly complied. He really wasn’t keen on being alone with her again, based on what happened last time. Now that he was standing next to her he also noticed that she was extremely sweaty, and the musky scent of B.O. was emanating off of her.

June saw Mark eyeing her up and giggled, “I just got back from a really long run, and oh man is my ass swampy.” She exclaimed while fanning the air next to her butt.

Mark didn’t comment, he was feeling awkward about how candid June was being, and also wanted to avoid provoking her further. June noticed his unease and laughed again, and then, much to Mark’s surprise, she started stripping right in front of him. She peeled off her damp booty shorts, plopping them onto the ground. Next she shimmied out of her soaked panties, once they were off she brought them up to her face to inspect them.

“Oh my god it feels so good to air my crack out!” She sighed, while taking a closer look at the inside of her wet underwear. “Hey Mark check this out.” She said, walking towards him and holding her panties out.

She had turned them inside out to reveal the inside of the back portion, it was absolutely covered in brown stains and skid marks. Mark recoiled from the soiled garment, not wanting it anywhere near him.

June laughed at his disgust, “This always happens after I forget to wipe. They get jammed right up into my crack when I’m running. I just wish they were easier to clean.” She seemed lost in thought for a second, and then made an exaggerated ‘Aha!’ gesture, turning to look at Mark. “Hey I have an idea! Why don’t you clean them for me? It’d be such a huge favour.” She said, her sickly sweet smile doing a poor job of hiding her amusement. Mark was understandably not in favour of this idea, and took a step away from her. June tutted, “Now, now Mark, remember our little agreement?”

Mark stopped, praying that Teresa would come downstairs to save him, but his prayers went unanswered. June wiggled the dangling panties in front of him, and he tentatively reached out and pinched them between two fingers, trying to touch them as little as possible. He started to head towards to laundry room, but June stopped him.

“Hang on there Mark. Those aren’t machine washable.” She explained. He turned back around with a confused expression on his face and asked how he was supposed to wash them. June smiled evilly, “With your mouth.” He looked at the stained, dripping panties in his hand, then instantly refused her demand. June shushed him, “No complaining, remember?”

Mark got the message. He looked at the panties again, nearly gagging at the thought of putting the shit-stained garment into his mouth. June groaned in frustration, and then snatched the panties from Mark’s hand. She then grabbed his head and forced her hand into his mouth, holding it open with her fist. She fiddled with the panties, making sure that the stained section was front and center, and then unceremoniously shoved them into Mark’s open mouth. The backside of the underwear was pressed directly against Mark’s tongue, and the bitter, shitty taste of June’s old waste instantly made him retch. He tried to spit them out as soon as June released his head, but June clamped her hand over his mouth.

“You better keep those in there for the rest of the night. I’m expecting them to be as clean as when I first bought them when you return. Mark nods in understanding, his eyes watering from the awful taste.

June slipped her shorts back on right as Teresa came down the staircase, looking like a runway model. June slipped right back into her sweet daughter disguise and greeted her mother. She smiled at her and then waves at Mark. He was about to greet her back, but realized that he wouldn’t be able to talk with June’s disgusting underwear stuffed into his mouth. Teresa looks concerned that he didn’t say hello, but June quickly intervened.

“Oh Mark can’t talk. He said he had some really bad throat infection, sounded really awful when he told me.” She lied, blurting out the first thing she could think of to explain his silence.

Teresa seemed to buy it though. “Well it’s a good thing we’re seeing a movie then.” She smiled at Mark, “Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll do all the talking.” Mark smiled back, fighting off his gag reflex as some of the sweat from the panties was squeezed out onto his tongue. Teresa then hugged June goodbye and headed out the door, Mark trailed behind her.

On the way to the theater Teresa happily chatted Mark’s ear off. He simply nodded in agreement every once and awhile, trying his best not to compress the underwear in his mouth and release more of June’s salty butt sweat onto his tongue. When they reached the theater Mark realized that he didn’t know which movie they were seeing. Teresa had of course chosen another sappy chick flick, looks like he was going to be suffering in two ways now. They ordered food and then got to their seats. As the movie started Teresa began chowing down on her popcorn and candy and sucking down a sugary soda. Meanwhile Mark’s movie snacks consisted of the stale, bitter tasting leftovers that were rubbed into June’s panties, washed down by the salty flavour of her butt sweat. As the movie was ending, the taste of the soiled garment was thankfully diminishing. He must of cleaned most of the stains out. The thought of June’s shit stains in his stomach made him queasy, but at least he didn’t have to taste them anymore.

The drive back from the movie was similar to the drive there. Even though Mark was sure he had sufficiently cleaned June’s underwear, he didn’t want to have to explain why they were in his mouth to Teresa, so he just kept them in there. When they arrived back at the house, Mark walked his date inside, she turned to him and expressed how much of a great time she had, then leaned in to kiss him. Mark awkwardly pursed his lips, trying to prevent the panties stuffed in his mouth from spilling out. Teresa kissed him and then leaned back, fanning her hand in front of her nose.

“Phew, no offense Mark but you need a breath mint!” She said jokingly. Mark forced a laugh, he wanted nothing more in the world right now than a mint.

Teresa waved goodbye and headed upstairs, passing June on the way up. June waited until she was out of earshot and then turned to address Mark.

“Soooo, how was your date?” She teased, knowing full well that he suffered through the whole thing with her dirty panties in his mouth. Mark just glared at her. “Oh right! I almost forgot that you were cleaning my underwear. Silly me.” She shrugged, then walked down the stairs and strutted over to Mark. “Open your mouth.” She commanded.

Mark complied, just wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. June reached in and grabbed her underwear, peeling them off of his now brown-tinted tongue. She flips them around and checks the back portion, a look of genuine surprise flashing across her face as she notices just how clean they are.

“Amazing! I just wanted you to suck on my shitty panties, but it looks like you actually did a really good job cleaning them. They look almost brand new!” She exclaimed happily. “I’ll have to get you to clean all my underwear from now on.” She laughed giddily in his face, and slapped him with her now clean underwear.

Mark glared angrily back at her, and then decided that enough was enough. “I’m really getting sick of you June. Maybe I’ll just leave your Mom, just so I don’t have to deal with you anymore!” He growled. It felt good to vent some of his frustrations towards her, but he regretted it almost immediately as June’s expression changed from cheerful, to serious and angry.

“Oh it’s too late for that Mark. My Mom is quite enamored with you, so for you to leave now would just break her heart, and I won’t let that happen. If you break up with her, I’ll go to the police anyway. Then the only place you’ll be going is a prison cell.” She explained, malice dripping from her voice.

All of Mark’s bravado disappeared. He looked at the ground, defeated again. June smirked at his resignation, then blew him a kiss and headed back upstairs, twirling her freshly cleaned panties around her finger. Mark turned and left, heading home to wash his mouth out until he couldn’t taste anymore.

Over the next week Mark tried to avoid going over to Teresa’s house. He kept in contact with her through texts and phone calls, but whenever she suggested he come over he would make up some lame excuse that he couldn’t. It’s not like he didn’t want to see her, he was just afraid of what June had planned for his next visit. Eventually he could tell that Teresa was starting to get worried about his dodgy behaviour. She kept asking him what he was up to, and he could tell from her voice that she was growing suspicious of him. Mark knew he couldn’t keep avoiding June forever, so he finally agreed to come over the next time Teresa asked. It helped that she said she had a surprise for him, her sexy tone giving away her intentions. Mark excitedly got ready and sped over to her house. Thankfully, Teresa answered the door this time. However the expression on her face didn’t seem glad to see him.

“Hi Mark. God I’m really, really sorry about this. I invited you over but I completely forgot that I have a business trip I have to leave for in like five minutes. I was all ready to show you a fun time too.” Teresa explained apologetically. Mark practically deflated, but reassured her that it was alright. She lit up and kissed him, apologizing a few more times. To Mark’s dismay, June appeared behind her after the third sorry.

“Maybe Mark can spend the day with me. So we can have some bonding time together without you around to spoil our fun.” She said, teasingly poking her mother in the back.

Mark knew what that meant and was going to immediately turn her down, but Teresa thought it was a wonderful idea. Before he could protest any further, she pushed past him and ran to her car, waving goodbye frantically as she pulled out of the driveway. He turned back around slowly to look at June, who was grinning wickedly. Without saying a word she walked back inside the house, beckoning him to follow. Mark debated just making a break for it but remembered her threat, so he slowly followed her deeper inside.

June walked upstairs with Mark trailing behind her. He watched her butt sway back and forth as she climbed the staircase. Despite causing him so much torment, he had to admit it was quite the sight. June arrived at her room and walked inside, Mark hesitated at the door, but she called him in, telling him not to be shy. He entered to find her laying on her stomach on the bed, her feet dangling in the air over her. Her room was a complete mess. There were dirty clothes strewn everywhere, old t-shirts, tights, and more stained underwear than Mark could count. June was busy reading something on her phone, tapping the screen occasionally. She motioned for Mark to come over beside her. He carefully tip toed around the dirty laundry layering the floor and stopped beside her.

“Can you pull my pants down for me Mark? My ass is getting kind of swampy again.” She asked casually, not looking away from her phone.

He obeyed quickly this time, tired of arguing with her and never winning. Mark hooked his fingers under the waistband of her yoga pants and pulled them down. As they crested her ample rear, revealing her juicy butt cheeks, Mark could smell the musky scent of her crack. He removed the pants the rest of the way, hiking them down her long legs and over her stale, cheesy feet.

June didn’t even thank him for his work, just kept playing with her phone. Mark stood beside her awkwardly, not sure what to do with himself. Finally she seemed to notice him standing there and turned towards him.

“What? You need something to do?” She sighed. “It’s like I have to do everything around here. Okay how about this, lick my ass. Clean it out like you did with my panties.”

Mark was shocked by the bluntness of her demand. He understandably hesitated, but June issued her command again, more firmly this time. He knew she was serious. Mark walked around behind her and crouched down next to the bed. He then crawled in between her dangling legs, moving his head closer to her jiggling ass cheeks. June looked over her shoulder at him, barely containing her laughter. When he got closer she reached back and spread her cheeks for him. Mark looked down between them, her panties had been bunched up in her crack again, and just peeking out behind them her could see her brown-stained, wrinkled asshole.

“You might have to yank my panties out of there first. Oh and sorry about the mess, I never was very good at wiping.” June teased over her shoulder.

Mark gagged at the mere thought of what he was about to do. He reached into her crack and peeled the panties out, moving them aside to reveal June’s slimy backdoor to the world. The stench emanating for her crack worsened, replacing the musky scent with a shittier aroma. Then he cautiously stuck his tongue out and lowered it towards her hole. When his face penetrated into her crack, June let go of her butt cheeks causing them to slap against Mark’s face. He felt her butt sweat rubbing off of them onto his own cheeks. He continued pushing towards his destination, and finally he made contact. Almost instantly he recoiled from the horrible taste. June laughed over her shoulder, telling him to get back in there through fits of giggles. Mark forced himself to stick his face back into her swampy crack, extending his tongue towards the oily rosebud at its center. As he made contact again the taste caused him to gag, but he forced himself to continue. He began licking, his tongue scraping off the dried remains of June’s last bowel movement. June felt his tongue lapping at her asshole and sighed contentedly, turning her attention back to her phone. This torture continued for the next two hours. Whenever Mark stopped to give his tired tongue a rest June barked at him to keep going. Eventually he got most of the stains off of her asshole, and the taste even improved, albeit only slightly. Or at least it did until June released a puff of gas right onto Mark’s tongue, covering his face in a cloud of gas. He gagged as the taste of her vapourized shit hit his tongue. June didn’t even acknowledge that she just farted into his mouth, so he diligently continued licking. Another four hours passed, June kept up her gaseous assault, releasing a fart every few minutes and making Mark’s life hell. He licked continuously throughout, and his tongue was sore and tired by the end. After a particularly brutal expulsion he heard a yawn from above him.

June stretched as she woke up from the nap she had apparently decided to take while she was getting cleaned. She felt his tongue still lapping at her asshole and laughed, “Wow, you’re still going? You know you could’ve stopped when I fell asleep three hours ago and I wouldn’t have known right?” Mark groaned, he subjected himself to this torture for nothing. “Oh well, maybe you like it. I’m not going to judge.” June teased.

Mark pulled his face out from her ass, her cheeks making a sucking noise as they released him. He stood and asked if he could go home now.

“Yeah I guess, I think I’m going to bed anyway.” June replied.

Mark rushed for the door, but June stopped him. She crawled off the bed and began gathering clothes off of the floor, throwing them into a laundry basket. Mark watched her work uneasily. After a few minutes she had completely filled the basket with soiled panties, crusty socks, and a few pairs of old pantyhose. It was practically overflowing with dirty laundry. She then picked it up, walked over to Mark, and dropped it at his feet.

“Just some homework for you. It’d be great if you could have these cleaned by tomorrow.” June said sleepily. Mark stared at her in disbelief. She seemed unfazed though, “Oh and you better not use a washing machine, none of these are machine washable.”

Mark was about to ask how he was supposed to wash them, but he knew the answer already. He picked up the heavy basket and could already smell the stink emanating from the disgusting pile. June smirked at him, and then showed him downstairs to the front door. She then shoved him out the front door.

“Have a fun night!” She shouted before slamming the door.

Mark looked down into the basket again, then sighed and headed for his car. It was going to be a long night…