At first, I was skeptical, but my stepmom was determined to help me. She started to undress, much to my surprise.
I was mortified. The delivery guy tried to help me, but we couldn’t figure out how to get it in. I was about to give up when I heard my stepmom’s voice from behind me.
“Hey, what’s going on?” she asked, eyeing the large package.
One day, I decided to talk to my mom about it. She listened to my story and then told me that my stepmom had always been a bit… eccentric.
“I’m going to squeeze through the mail slot and get the package,” she replied, winking at me.
My stepmom, being the helpful person she is, offered to take a look. She examined the package and the door, then turned to me with a mischievous grin.
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