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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 leaving me in the care of their friend Veronica.
I've met her a few times before.
She's striking, with blue hair that's always done up in a bun on top of her head, and a toned body that she likes to show off.
The only thing that I don't like about her is that she smells like smoke.
"Remember, Christine, you're to do everything that Veronica tells you. She's actually the one who owns this house, so if she says jump, you had best jump," my dad repeats for what has to be the tenth time.
I'm aware of what he's saying, Dad.
I don't have a problem with it either.
I like Veronica just fine.
Besides, I'm aware that she's watching the house as well.
I watch as Veronica digs through her purse, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a deck of cards.
She heads into the living room, settling down on the couch and patting the cushion beside her.
"Come on, honey. Let's get comfortable."
The click of her lighter is familiar as she lights up a cigarette.
Smoke curls through the air, making me wrinkle my nose.
She shuffles the cards with practiced movements, the sound sharp in our quiet living room.
Her fingers are adorned with silver rings that glint in the light as she deals out two neat piles.
The cards slide across the surface of the coffee table.
She takes a long drag from her cigarette before blowing it out slowly.
"Christine, do you know why your parents really left me in charge?" Veronica asks, her voice smooth and deliberate.
I shake my head, curiosity piqued.
"They're not just on vacation; they're meeting with someone who claims to know about your grandfather's disappearance."
I watch as she shuffles the cards again.
She deals out another hand, smoke curling around her face in the dim light of the living room.
When I hesitate, she slides closer on the couch, her thigh pressing against mine.
The smell of her perfume mixes with the scent of tobacco.
She leans forward, her blue hair brushing against my shoulder as she studies my face intently.
"Christine, it's time you learned the truth about your family."