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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.
I can hear
them arguing in
their bedroom even from behind my closed door.
My mom is saying something about how she doesn't know if she should be leaving me with her, but my dad is countering with how she's their oldest friend and the only person he'd trust with the cats besides Margaret.
I press my ear against the wall, trying to hear more.
My mom's voice is going up and down in her worried way, but my dad's is steady.
I can tell he's trying to reassure her, but she's not having it.
I can only make out a few words here and there through the thin drywall, but I catch "known her since college" from my dad, followed by "that's exactly why!" from my mom.
I shift positions to try and hear better, but bump my nightstand with my hip.
The lamp on top wobbles before settling back into place.
I freeze, thinking they'll come check on me, but their voices just keep going.
My mom says something about how Veronica was acting at last year's Christmas party, and my dad tells her that was just one time. My heart starts beating faster as I hear footsteps approaching.
I slip into bed and pull the covers up over my head, pretending to be asleep.
My door creaks open.
I can sense my dad standing in the doorway, but I don't look up.
He lingers for a second, then walks down the hall where my mom is waiting.
Their voices are clearer now that they're closer, but I still can't make out everything they're saying.
I hear "Veronica" and "Christmas party" again, though.
My mom sounds angry.
She's saying something about how she saw him with her at the party, and my dad is saying he was just being friendly.
Then he says something about drinking too much eggnog and how Veronica cornered him in the garage.
"It didn't mean anything," he says, his voice lower than before, almost a whisper.
