Jack was fumbling around the back yard, trying to avoid being sucked into house chores, as his mother was prone to doing during his visits. Jack noted that the door to their shed was cracked open, as well as the light being on. Easy enough to fix, he mused to himself as he strutted to the small structure.
Entering the shack, he looked around in amusement at what appeared to be more of Johnny's old games. This guy will never get it, he thought to himself as he started tidying up the tripping hazards. After a few minutes of perusing all the gadgets, gizmos, and devices, he heard a soft knock on the door. Turning around, he was greeted by the sight of his Aunt Denise. She was an older woman, of about 50 years of age. Her aptitude for business provided her with a comfortable lifestyle, even though she had been single since the age of 28, when her first husband left her after an extra-marital affair. Her dark brown hair hung loosely over her shoulders, and her face was well-kept, being framed perfectly by the simple black glasses she wore. Today, she was donning a sun dress with an elaborate pattern on it. It stopped just above the knees. Much to Jack's chagrin, Denise was showing off quite a bit of cleavage, despite the billowing sagginess of her own breasts. The best part about Aunt Denise was that she was still as vibrant, energetic, and adventurous as she was when she was 2, even 3 decades younger. Jack truly appreciated that aspect of his aunt.
"Hi, Jack! What's going on back here," she said, carefully stepping over some loose wires on the floor.
"Honestly, I wish I knew. Truth be told, I'm avoiding the house since mom is cleaning and I know she'll undoubtedly enlist me to help. I figured this was a safe place to stow away," he answered. "How are you," he asked while giving his aunt a hearty, two-armed hug.
"Perfectly fine. I was in the neighborhood, so I stopped by. The front door was locked, but I saw you putzing around back here and I figured I'd come say hello," she said, daintily inspecting one of Johnny's smaller devices. "I'm guessing his land snorkel never caught on..." she stated plainly while she set down the obscure looking machine.
"Fact. His penchant for invention has actually been pretty fruitless," Jack responded. "But I've got to admit, this set up right here has me intrigued. It's allegedly a mind-reading device or something. I guess it's supposed to help two people understand each other better. It looks like you just strap on a helmet to each person and initiate the program."
"That's interesting enough. Ever wonder what's going through you old aunt's mind? I promise you'd be surprised at some of the experiences I've had through this lifetime."
"Not really..." Jack said, seeing the immediate defeat on his aunt's face. Being the good nephew, he figured it wouldn't hurt to indulge in her curiosity. "But you know, maybe there's something you could learn from your smart, handsome, talented nephew," he finished with a smirk.
"That's the Mack I know good and well," she replied already making her way over to the seat.
A few moments later, Denise had strapped the device to her head, and patiently awaited as Jack did the same.
"Oh shit, we had better hurry. I can see mom outside right now," he said as he booted up the computer. Not knowing entirely what he was doing, Jack just kept on trying to click continue on the computer screen until something happened. Eventually, he knew had initiated something, as the hardware started to whir with excitement as the screen of the CPU showed miles and miles of coding language he knew nothing about.
Denise looked over with a smile on her face as Jack pondered whether or not this was a good idea. That's when it happened...
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