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Tempted by My Mom’s Friend
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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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, just the two of them.
They invited me, but I decided I would rather stay here and have... well, not zero supervision, but less than I would if they were around.
I turned eighteen a couple of months ago and don’t need a babysitter, but they insisted on hiring one anyway.
Or rather, not a babysitter—a friend of my mom’s will be staying at the house to keep me company.
My mom says she’s a totally normal person.
Except that doesn’t really make me feel any better.
What if she’s a little eccentric?
Or what if she’s just really into antiques and happens to know my house is full of them?
Will she get the urge to caress them while my parents are away?
Am I really supposed to turn a blind eye to that?
"Christine!"
My mom calls from downstairs where she and my dad are leaving their bags by the door.
Their flight leaves this afternoon, but they want to get there with plenty of time to spare.
"Are you ready to say your good-byes?"
I look around at my completely tidy room one last time.
There is nothing to take with me downstairs.
Nothing I haven’t already packed in their bags.
I head down the stairs and into the entryway where my parents are waiting.
Their luggage is stacked by the door along with a few bags full of donations my mom gathered together.
My parents are standing side by side, their matching luggage by the door.
My dad is checking his watch while my mom fusses with the straps on her purse.
I give them each a tight hug.
"Have lots of fun," I say, trying to put some enthusiasm into my voice.
My dad hands me a piece of paper.
"Here’s the list of emergency contacts. And don’t forget about the house rules."
My mom kisses my cheek.
"Veronica will be here in an hour. We’ll call you when we land."
They both grab their bags and head to the waiting taxi.
I stand in the doorway, waving until they’re out of sight.
The house feels emptier already.
I close the door and lean against it, listening to the silence.
My phone buzzes in my pocket.
I pull it out and check the screen.
Veronica’s number is displayed.
I stare at it for a moment, wondering if I should answer.
My stomach tightens as I consider the possibilities.
Finally, after three rings, I swipe to answer the call and press the phone against my ear.
"Hello?"
I say, trying to make my voice sound bigger than it feels.
"Hey there, Christine," Veronica says in a sultry voice.
"I just got out of work early. I’ll be there in thirty minutes instead of tonight."
I look around at our family photos on the wall, at my parents’ smiling faces, at our pristine living room.
"That’s… fine," I say, gripping the phone tighter in my hand.
