MidReal Story

Tentée par l'amie de ma mère

Shawn morin

Scenario:I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until Veronica knocked on the door. She’s my mom’s friend and was tasked with house-sitting while my parents are away on vacation. Apparently, they didn’t trust me to be alone at the house. Finally, I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by Veronica—blue hair tied in a bun, wearing a black tank top and leggings that perhaps showed to much. "Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said, stepping inside with her suitcase and a bright, teasing smile. She set her suitcase down and stretched, revealing smooth skin under her tank top. "Looks like we’ll be alone together for a while," she added with a wink. Her gaze shifted toward the backyard. "I heard you have a pool... Maybe I'll let you watch as I swim with my bikini on."

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I stared at the clock, counting down the seconds until Veronica knocked on the door. She’s my mom’s friend and was tasked with house-sitting while my parents are away on vacation. Apparently, they didn’t trust me to be alone at the house. Finally, I heard the knock. Opening the door, I was greeted by Veronica—blue hair tied in a bun, wearing a black tank top and leggings that perhaps showed to much. "Heyyyy! Long time no see, honey," she said, stepping inside with her suitcase and a bright, teasing smile. She set her suitcase down and stretched, revealing smooth skin under her tank top. "Looks like we’ll be alone together for a while," she added with a wink. Her gaze shifted toward the backyard. "I heard you have a pool... Maybe I'll let you watch as I swim with my bikini on."

Christine Windsor

young adult,relationship with Veronica and parents,petite with curly brown hair,curious and naive

Mateo Windsor

Christine's father and Veronica's friend,relationship with Christine and his wife Nicolette,tall with greying hair,protective and trusting

Veronica Carter

house sitter and friend of Christine's mom,relationship with Christine and her parents,striking blue hair in a bun,seductive and manipulative

Je regardais mes parents dire leurs adieux avant de monter dans la voiture et de s'éloigner.

Ils m'avaient laissé sous la garde de leur amie Véronica, une situation qui ne me plaisait guère, mais je ne pouvais pas vraiment y faire grand-chose.

Maman avait insisté, et je savais qu'elle n'aurait pas accepté un non pour réponse.

Veronica était venue passer la nuit chez moi, car mes parents partiraient aux aurores.

Je me suis retourné, observant alors qu'elle sortait de la maison avec nonchalance, ses cheveux bleus relevés en chignon au sommet de sa tête.

"Tu as faim ?"

Elle m'a demandé, s'arrêtant à mes côtés sur le porche.

"Non," répondis-je, les yeux rivés sur la voiture qui s'évanouissait au loin.