Chapter 3 The Snooper (Part One)

• Today I am turning eighteen. I am old enough to work, but still not old enough to come home after the curfew imposed by my mother.
• Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me what you see. I laugh at my reflection. I examine my nudity a bit.
• My legs are still short. My butt is still too big, my waist is small with a flat belly, my breasts are still small and my sex is strange, well not so strange, just shaved.
• I caress it, the truth is that it feels plumper and softer, I like it every time I touch my vaginal lips, my skin tingles. It feels really good.
• I want to celebrate big, but typical of my family, we don't have money, but I don't care, I will have the celebration I want.
• I wear a thong for the first time, salmon-colored, I can't keep wearing the pink ones from my simple dresses with thin yellow straps and no bra because I don't need it. As I go down the stairs, my mother watches me, and a tear rolls down her face.
• "Today you turn eighteen and I have nothing to give you."
• I approach and kiss her sweetly; this woman is worth gold.
• "The best gift is that you are my mommy," I hug her tightly.
• "Now you must be more careful with boys, Verónica. You are no longer a child. Although for me you will always be."
• "Okay, Mommy, don't worry about anything. Mrs. Mary wants me to help her."
• Her mother tilted her head.
• "Vero, I don't like that woman. Both she and her cousin are a bit strange, although I always see that house full of girls who seem to be their nieces or something."
• "Oh, Mommy. You're worrying too much. I'll just go there to help with the housework," she looked at her mother. "You know that money comes in handy for us."
• Without saying another word, she ran to Mrs. Mary's house, who lived four blocks away from her house. She arrived in a few minutes. She rang the doorbell as usual.
• Everyone in the neighborhood was a little wary of Mrs. Mary because hers was one of the most beautiful houses around. She and her cousin Rebeca were beautiful, and the two nieces who always stayed with them on weekends were no exception.
• "Good morning, dear," Mrs. Mary's voice was affectionate.
• "Hello, Mrs. Mary."
• "Come in, don't stay at the door."
• My mouth almost dropped to the floor, it was a luxurious and modern house inside, the walls were painted white, matching the curtains, making the black furniture and steel tables stand out.
• The paintings, even the plants, everything was like taken from the magazines she always read. Someday, I swore. I will have something like this and more.
• Mrs. Mary's voice brought me back from my thoughts. With her hand on my back, she guided me to the living room and invited me to sit down.
• "You look very pretty today," she said, looking at me as if she hadn't done so before.
• I blushed a little.
• "It's my birthday."
• The expression on her face was one of surprise.
• "Oh dear, congratulations " she hugged me, and I liked it because it felt sincere. "How old are you turning?"
• "Eighteen," she pulled me back into her arms.
• "Congratulations," she said again, but this time, giving me a kiss. "You only turn that age once."
• I laughed like a fool.
• "It's true," I nodded.
• "I don't think you want to work today, it's a day of celebration for you."
• "I have to do it," I shrugged. "I need the money."
• Mrs. Mary's face looked worried. Automatically, my hand went to her cheek, and I caressed it, she closed her eyes feeling my touch.
• "Don't worry, as long as I have something for the movies, I'll be fine."
• "Okay," she stood up. "Today you will only do a little thing," she said. "You will wash the clothes. It will be simple."
• "You told me you only needed me once a week."
• "Hmm. I'll see what I can do to give you more days."
• I jumped for joy and hugged her again, but this time, when she felt my touch, she tensed up.
• We went to the laundry area. There were only a few sheets, towels, and a few pieces of underwear, which I realized were of the finest lingerie and therefore very expensive when I held them in my hand.
• Mrs. Mary was in the kitchen, preparing lunch and occasionally she would come to the laundry area and ask if I needed anything.
• She was very kind and truly a beautiful woman, barely in her forties.
• I was almost finished when she entered the laundry area again.
• "Verónica," she said. "Come to lunch."
• I thought she would hand me the plate and I would eat right there, but I was surprised to see my plate served on the kitchen table.
• "It's not much, darling," she laughed. "It's just steak, rice, salad, and a few other things."
• "Wow, thank you," I sat at the table and was surprised that she sat with me. "Everything looks delicious."
• "You're a sweetheart. I usually eat alone," she made a sad gesture, I really don't like it.
• "Oh, that's too bad."
• We started eating and we did it while talking, well, actually, she was asking me things about myself. Like where my family was from, my parents, if I was studying, what else I did. I answered everything and now she knew that I had skipped classes that day. I was in my last year of high school.
• "Have you finished with the laundry?"
• "Not yet. I have a few more pieces to do and I will."
• "That's okay. Don't worry about this," she pointed at the dishes. "I will wash them and leave the money for you under the elevator," she looked at me. "One of my nieces' friends will come up to my room."
• "Okay," I got up from the table, and placed the dishes in the sink. "I'm going to finish my work. Thank you for the meal, it was very good."
• I left and an hour later I had finished my work. I went to the kitchen and saw my payment in an envelope under the arrangement. My eyes almost popped out, there were three fifty-dollar bills and one of them said: "Happy sweet eighteen."
• I went to thank her, but I got lost in the house because it was so big. Until I heard voices in the distance, I walked slowly.
• "I'm really sorry," it was the voice of a young girl. "When I go to college; I have to move to another state."
• "Don't worry," Mrs. Mary said. "I understand, but I will miss you, dear."
• "That doesn't mean I won't be with you today." the voice was playful.
• "Okay, dear."
• Sounds of passionate kisses began to be heard, I couldn't resist and walked, curiosity was killing me.