SIREN
I saunter in while he's washing his hands in the sink and jump into the shower, letting the heat relax me even further.
Once done, I flick the curtain aside and realize
Mr. Parker is gone.
No goodbye or anything.
But I hadn't expected him to hang around, either. I bet deep down he was still rattled with my scheming to get him into my bed. Maybe he regrets falling for the temptation I presented.
Fucking his best friend's daughter. What a dirty old man.
But I have no regrets. I got what I'd wanted for so long.
I am a devious little slut.
Time moves on and days pass without a hint of
Mr. Parker stopped by.
Mom invites him for the usual Sunday dinner, but he declines, always saying he has errands.
I rather miss him. It would be nice to see him one last time before I start
