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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 never met her before, but my mom says she's cool.
I can't wait to get rid of them so I can finally get some real sleep.
Having them in the same house is always so distracting.
Their constant moaning and groaning keeps me awake half the night.
And in the morning, they're at it again.
I'm only 21, for crying out loud!
You'd think I was still twelve the way they carry on.
"Christine, we're leaving now," my mom calls from downstairs.
I quickly finish brushing my hair and run downstairs to see them off.
"Have a good trip, mom. Have a good trip, dad," I say as I give them each a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks honey. We will. You be good and listen to Veronica," my dad says.
"Ha! As if," I say to myself as I turn and go back inside.
I'm sure Veronica is still in the kitchen where I left her with her last-minute instructions.
I walk into the kitchen and find her rummaging through the cabinets.
She turns as I enter, a bottle of wine in her hand.
"Hey there, honey. Why don't we go on a tour of the house? You can show me where everything is."
I follow her as she leads the way.
We check out each room until we get to the basement door.
"Well, this must be where all the good stuff is," she says, eyeing the door suspiciously.
She opens it and stares down into the darkness.
"Looks like you've got some concrete steps here. Must be pretty spacious down there."
The sound of my stomach tightening is audible in the quiet room.
She flips the light switch, but nothing happens.
"Bulb must be dead," she says, pulling out her phone and turning on the flashlight app.
"Come on, help me find the breaker box." She starts down the stairs, but I stay at the top.
"Christine, honey, come on. Don't be scared."
Her voice is sweet and insistent from below.
I take a deep breath and start down after her.
Her footsteps echo off the walls as she moves around in the dark below.
I grip the railing and take the steps slowly, my feet cold against the concrete.
Her phone light bounces off the metal pipes above us, casting strange shadows on the walls.
"Almost there," she calls.
I stumble on the last step, catching myself with a hand on her back.
She turns around and steadies me with both hands.
Her phone clatters to the floor, spinning around in circles as the light flashes across the ceiling.
"You okay?"
She whispers in my ear, her face only inches from mine in the dim light.
I try to step back, but I trip again.
Veronica's grip tightens, and her smile widens as she whispers, "Welcome to the real reason you're here."
