Paul was just stepping out from the bushes when the Lairds' car drove up. Matt and his father, Jim, stepped out and waved. "Hey, Paul!" said Jim. "What can we do for you?"
Having cum twice and returned to his normal size, Paul was not feeling remotely horny. He eyed his neighbors with reserve. "Hi there. I was, uh, wondering if I could talk to Matt for a moment."
"Matt?" Jim looked confused.
"Hi, Mr. DeSoto," said his son, eagerly. He vividly remembered his encounter with his hunky older neighbor earlier and could imagine what he wanted now.
"Sure. I, uh, wanted to ask him about doing some work in the yard. Now that Don has gone off to school, that is."
"OK," said Jim. He looked eagerly from Paul to Matt, not showing any signs of leaving them alone to talk.