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 out of town for a few weeks and they're leaving me in the care of their friend Veronica.
I've never met her before, but she's a family friend, so I'm sure it will be fine.
I watch as they greet her in the driveway.
She's petite with curly brown hair piled into a bun on top of her head.
Her hair is a striking shade of blue and her lips are painted a matching color.
She looks up at my dad, smiling, and he helps her from the car.
"Mr. Windsor," I hear her say to him.
"Ms. Carter," he replies as he leads her toward the front door.
"Please call me Christine. Ms. Carter makes me sound like I'm sixty-five."
Sixty-five?
She looks—
"Hello, Christine," she says, turning toward me with another smile.
"Veronica," I reply, closing the front door behind her.
"I'll show you to the guest room," I tell her.
I lead her up the stairs and into the first room on the right.
"This is beautiful," she tells me, looking around.
"Thank you. My mom decorated it all by herself."
She walks over to the window and looks out.
"I see a hot tub out back. Do you mind if I take a soak later tonight?"
"Not at all. Make yourself at home."
I turn to leave but she calls out to me.
"Christine?"
"Yes?"She walks over to me, smiling slyly.
"Have you seen any good movies lately?"