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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 out of town for a few days.
They're visiting his sister and their family in New York.
My dad's friend is going to stay here while they're away.
I don't know her that well, but I've seen her a few times before.
"Christine, come here for a second," my mom calls from downstairs.
I can hear the rummaging around in the cupboards, and I know she's looking for their passports.
"Mom, I thought you already found them?"
I say, entering their room.
"No, I didn't. Where did I put them?"
She pouts, looking at me.
"You put them in the safe, remember?"
I remind her.
"Oh, of course. Silly me."
She rolls her eyes and opens the safe, pulling them out.
"Remember, Christine, if you need anything, just call me. Veronica is going to be staying here, looking after the house and making sure you're okay," she tells me.
"Okay, Mom. And don't forget we have cheer practice tomorrow morning," I remind her.
"I'll make sure to wake you up before I go," I add.
"We're going to be leaving early in the morning, so just call me when you wake up. Have fun at cheer practice," she tells me, giving me a kiss on my cheek.
I trail behind her as she hurries down the carpeted stairs, her heels clicking against the edges.
We enter the living room, where two matching burgundy suitcases sit by the front door.
They're packed and ready to go.
My mom rushes into the kitchen, where her purse and a stack of papers sit on the counter.
I pick up their printed boarding passes while she double-checks her phone charger and medication.
She stuffs everything into her oversized purse, then pauses at the refrigerator to review the emergency contact numbers pinned there with magnets.
I notice she's added Veronica's number at the top of the list in bold marker.
I watch as my mom's car disappears around the corner, then I turn back to Veronica, who's already making herself at home on our leather couch.
She pats the spot next to her.
"Come sit with me, honey," she says.
I hesitate but comply, sitting down beside her and keeping a safe distance between us.
Veronica leans forward, pulling her phone out of her purse.
She scrolls through a bunch of photos on it, then turns it toward me.
"Check this out," she says, showing me a photo of her in a cheerleading outfit.
She's wearing a tight red skirt and a matching top with the letters "CS" printed across her chest.
She's posing with her leg bent up in front of her, and I can see the white lining of her skirt.
"I was captain of my college team," she tells me, flipping through more photos of herself in different poses.
Some are similar to the ones we do during practice, but others are more provocative—like one where she's bent over and looking back at the camera over her shoulder.
Another one shows her holding onto a guy's waist as he lifts her into the air. "We could teach you some new moves if you want," Veronica suggests, reaching over to pat my knee.
Her hand lingers on my leg for a moment longer than necessary, making me shift uncomfortably.
"Veronica, why do you have all these photos?" I ask, trying to sound casual.
She laughs lightly, "Oh, just reminiscing about the good old days, but there's something else I wanted to show you."
Her tone shifts as she swipes to a different album, revealing pictures of my dad at various events with her.