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
My parents are going on vacation, and they have left me in the care of their friend, Veronica.
I don't know her that much, but my mom seems to trust her a lot.
She's beautiful, petite like me, with curly brown hair and striking blue eyes.
She has a tattoo of a snake coiled around her arm and another of a cherry blossom on her shoulder.
She's sexy in a subtle way.
My dad says she's trustworthy, and my mom has given her a long list of contacts in case anything happens to me.
Veronica smiles as she watches my parents drive away.
"Want some champagne?" she asks me.
I'm underage, but I nod anyway.
I don't really like alcohol, but I'm curious about it.
Why else would so many people drink?
Veronica pours us each a glass and we sit on the couch together.
The bubbles pop against my lips as I take a sip.
It's bitter, not as sweet as I had expected.
Veronica smirks at me over the rim of her glass.
"You're so innocent," she says.
"I wish I could be drunk right now. It would make me less nervous."