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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

"See you later, sweetie," my mom said as she gave me one last hug before they left.

"Have fun with Veronica."

I watched as they drove off into the sunset, heading toward the airport and their vacation.

My parents had decided to take a two-week cruise to Hawaii and left me in the care of their friend Veronica.

Veronica was more than just a friend; she was also a co-worker of my mom's.

They worked together at the local hospital, my mom as a nurse and Veronica as a secretary at the admissions desk.

I didn't really know Veronica that well, but my mom seemed confident and okay with leaving me with her, so I tried to be too.

"Are you ready to order yet?"

Veronica asked as we looked over the menus at the local Italian restaurant.

I had been ready since we walked in the door.

I knew exactly what I was going to get, what I always got: lasagna.

"Yup, I'm gonna get the lasagna."

I told the waitress when she stopped at our table.

She jotted some notes down on her pad then turned to Veronica.

"And for you?"

Veronica took one last look over the menu before closing it and looking up at the waitress.

"Same here, I'll get the lasagna too."

The waitress nodded and collected our menus from us before heading back to the kitchen.

Veronica leaned forward, placing her elbows on the table in front of her.

"I've always had a weakness for Italian food. It's probably why I'm so damn curvy."

She winked at me.

"Where's your favorite place to get Italian?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't really have a favorite place. We just usually come here."

She nodded thoughtfully.

"There's this little family-owned place downtown that has great pasta. It's run by an older couple; they do all the cooking themselves."

I told her about how they make all their own noodles and sauces from scratch, and how they only use fresh ingredients.

Veronica listened to everything I said intently, her eyes never leaving mine as she took small sips of her water.

"That sounds amazing," Veronica said, setting her glass down.

"You know, your mom and I used to come here all the time when we first started working together."

She paused, a hint of nostalgia in her voice. "That's actually where she told me about you."

I nodded.

"I know. She came home that night and told me all about you."

Veronica smiled, a faraway look in her eyes.

"That was the first time she ever talked about you."

After dinner, we headed back home.

I plopped down on the living room couch and turned the TV on while Veronica went upstairs to unpack.

The TV droned in the background as I heard her walking around above me, putting things away in her room.

After a few minutes, I heard her walk into the guest bathroom across the hall from her room.

I heard the sound of running water as she took a shower.

She came downstairs a while later wearing silk pajamas.

Her blue hair was still damp from her shower, hanging loose around her shoulders.

She walked over to where I was sitting and plopped down beside me on the couch.

"So Christine, tell me more about school. What are your favorite subjects?"

She leaned in closer to me as I started talking, listening intently to everything I had to say.

I told her about how much I loved history, and how I had just gotten done with a big project on the Civil War. "That sounds so boring," she said with a giggle.

"But if you like it, that's all that matters."

She paused for a second, looking at me thoughtfully.

"You look tired, Christine. Have you been sleeping okay lately?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I've been feeling really tired lately. I don't know why though."

She reached up and put her palm on my forehead to check for fever.

"Well you don't feel warm to me," she said softly, leaving her hand on my head longer than necessary.