"Hey, you want to grab a bite at La Glaces?" Tim asked.
Leroy knew Tim wasn't really hungry. He just wanted to ogle the La Glace triplets. Their restaraunt was right next door to the game store. It had once been the fanciest restaraunt in town, but just as over the generations the La Glace family had lost their French accents, so the restaraunt had lost some of its luster.
It was regaining popularity thanks to Pappa La Glace handing over day-to-day operations to his three college-aged daughters. Now, instead of French foods, the menu consisted of entrees that paired well with French fries. Besides a menu that appealed more to diners of all ages, it didn't hurt that the La Glace triplets were also beautiful and charming.
Looking through the windows, Leroy really was tempted to agree with Tim and sit down for an appetizer and a glass bottle of Cola just to talk to Fraise for a moment. The chef responsible for the restaraunt's re-branding, the redheaded sister was the one whose passion was the family business of being a restauranteur. She was wearing a white sundress and a big white bow in the long, auburn hair that flowed down to the center of her back, a black apron tied around her waist. Her jaw resembled a Valentine's Day heart, especially with the pink make-up on her pouty lips and round cheeks, and she was displaying both rows of shiny white teeth as she gave her bubbly smile to one of her diners while taking his order.
Nearby, her sister Vanille was busy scrubbing a recently vacated high top. Her passion was cleanliness. Vanille had intense green eyes, a small, cute nose, and full lips accentuated with such subtle make-up that at first glance she didn't seem to be wearing any. Her face was framed by big blonde curls. She wore a baggy gray hoodie with the restaraunt's logo on it and dark green sweatpants. Leroy suspected the baggy clothes she always wore disguised a figure curvier than either of her sisters'.
Meanwhile, Chocola was taking another diner's order while wearing a long overcoat to hide that she was practically naked underneath, helping her siblings out as much as she could while on her "smoke break" from her other job as an exotic dancer at Club Hubba Hubba around the corner. The stiletto heels of her shoes were practically a foot long, and fishnet stockings were extremely noticeable where the overcoat ended. Glitter on her slightly elfin face sparkled in the restaraunt's halogen lights. Her dark hair was fixed in a short wavy bob like a retro pin-up. Tim had a crush on her. Most of the town did. She was so pleasant and sweet, no one could have guessed she'd be taking her clothes off and grinding on strangers for some cash slid into her G-string.
"I can't," Leroy said. "My Aunt Brooke and my cousins Lucy and Dory are coming to visit. My mom will freak out if I'm late for dinner."
Tim took one last wistful look at Chocola and sighed, and then he and Leroy kept walking.
They were practically at the door of the Handal residence when they noticed Jenny Stone jogging as quickly as she could around the corner, pumping her arms with each step. For a moment, it looked like she was streaking, wearing skin-tight, flesh-colored spandex. But her tan wasn't quite as dark as the spandex, so the sunlight shattered the illusion when she drew closer. Her long, dark hair was tied up in a messy bun to keep it out of her face as she ran. Every muscle in her long legs was clearly defined in the impossibly tight leggings.
Then her foot landed on some freshly mowed grass on the sidewalk and she tumbled head over heels across the neighbor's yard before landing on her back, letting out a loud yelp and a groan.
Like the main character in a romantic comedy, Jenny was as ridiculously accident-prone as she was mind-blowingly hot. She slowly sat up and began brushing the damp grass clipping off, letting out a string of profanities in French.
Leroy and Tim immediately ran over to help her, even though by the time they reached her she was already back on her feet.
"Ooh, Leroy! Timothy!" Jenny said, annunciating each syllable of their names. Unlike the La Glace family, the girl from Quebec still hadn't lost her French accent. "Be careful. The sidewalks, they are very slippery today."
She continued wiping blades of grass off of her breasts and ass, a task Leroy and Tim would gladly have helped her with if they thought she'd let them.
"You young gentlemen are so kind," Jenny said. "I don't understand why cousin Elizabet is always calling you two tiny monsters."
The "h" in Elizabeth was never audible when Jenny said it.
"Do you know anything about the Great Gatsby?" Leroy asked.
"He is Leonardo Di Caprio, no?"
"Don't think I can use that in my paper, but thanks," Leroy said.
"You are so very welcome!" Jenny replied warmly, raising her thick, dark eyebrows, dimpling her cheeks, and showing off her dazzling front teeth. "I would love to chat longer, but I must go home and shower."
As she turned and jogged back the way she'd came, Leroy and Tim stared at her retreating figure in the skin-tight nude-colored jogging gear, unable to help themselves from picturing rivulets of hot water and soap suds dripping down her naked body.
"I can't believe you let that woman rope us into her sports drink pyramid scheme," Leroy said.
"You let her rope us in, too!" Tim said. "And, I mean, just look at her. I'd let her rope me into way worse."
"Tim!" Claudia Handal called from the front porch, startling Leroy and his friend out of their fantasy. "Get in here! Dinner's getting cold!"
For as long as Leroy could remember, one of his favorite things about hanging out with Tim was being surrounded by his hot mom and sisters. A few years ago, when Leroy was hitting puberty but still young enough for a sleepover, Claudia had tucked him into bed and Leroy'd had an incredible wet dream about her that night.
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