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Tempted by My Mom’s Friend

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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

I watch as my parents hug me tightly before they get into the taxi that will take them to the airport.

My mom turns around and smiles at me, her eyes already filled with tears.

"I’m going to miss you so much," she tells me, her voice cracking.

"I’m going to miss you too," I say, trying to keep my own voice from cracking.

My parents leave for a month-long vacation in Europe, and they have asked their friend Veronica to house sit and to keep an eye on me while they’re away.

I don’t really know Veronica that well, but my mom seems to trust her completely, so I try to do the same.

I wave the taxi away and turn back towards the house.

Veronica is already inside; I can see her in the kitchen through the living room window, making herself a drink.

I go back inside and head straight for my room.

I want to get away from all of the sadness that I feel.

I know that my parents need this vacation, and they deserve it, but I’m still going to miss them so much.

I drop down onto my bed and let the tears flow freely now that my mom can no longer see me.

I wipe my sleeve across my eyes, trying to stop the tears.

But they keep coming.

I hear a knock at my door, and then I hear Veronica’s voice.

"Hey, sweetie. Can I come in?"

I don’t answer her.

I don’t want to talk to anyone right now, including Veronica.

The knock comes again, this time a little louder.

"Christine? Are you in there?"

Veronica asks.

I still don’t answer her.

Maybe she’ll go away if I just ignore her.

The knock comes again, this time even louder than before.

"Christine? I know you’re in there. Open the door," Veronica says.

She sounds annoyed now.

I can hear the doorknob turn, and then the door opens and she steps into my room without waiting for me to answer her.

She’s got a drink in her hand, and she’s got a smile on her face that looks more like a smirk than anything else.

She walks over to my bed and sits down beside me, making the mattress dip under her weight.

She smells like alcohol and perfume mixed together. She reaches out and puts one of her hands on my shoulder, rubbing circles into my skin with her thumb.

I tense under her touch; I don’t want her touching me like that.

"Your parents asked me to take care of you while they’re gone," she whispers, leaning in close to my ear so that her blue hair falls forward against my cheek.

"They wanted you to be safe."

I pull away from her touch and stand up.

She follows, swaying a little bit as she tries to keep her balance from the drink in her hand.

She stands in the doorway of my room, blocking me from leaving.

"Where are you going, sweetie?" she asks, her voice slightly slurred.

I try to squeeze past her, but she grabs my wrist, holding me in place.

"You can’t just ignore me like this," she says.

"Your parents left me in charge. That means you have to take care of me too."

Her blue hair falls loose around her face as she leans forward, her eyes gleaming with alcohol and desire.