Admitting defeat, Jessica slid on the pink Cinderella T-shirt and stepped into the overall Muppet shorts. Both fit depressingly well.
She barely had her shorts pulled all the way up when the laundry room door opened. A woman, clearly a contemporary of Mrs. Bradley, walked in, closing the door after herself.
She seems surprise to see Jessica.
"Oh, I didn't know that someone was visiting. But you're not the niece I met before, are you?"
Jessica decided to nip this misunderstanding in the bud.
"I'm not one of Mrs. Bradley's nieces." Jessica explained, going for a calm, adult tone. "My name is Jessica Summers and I'm the new neighbor."
"Oh, that's right. I saw the moving trucks yesterday. Well I'm Mrs. Waterfield and I live three houses down from you. When do you think would be a good time to meet your parents?"
As she spoke, Mrs. Waterfield open a cupboard and retrieved three serving bowls, which were clearly the reason she had come to the laundry room.
"My parents don't live in that house." Jessica explained. "I own it and live there alone. I'm a journalist and..."
"And you're being silly." Mrs. Waterfield scolded. "Look at you. It's clear that you're a little girl who got herself dirty at her new neighbor's house and had to have a bath while her clothes got washed."
"It was a shower." Jessica corrected.
"A shower then." Mrs. Waterfield nodded. "Well I can see that from how your wet hair is clinging to you. I take it that your parents aren't home and Mrs. Bradley is watching you?"
"I don't know if my parents are home or not." Jessica said firmly. "They live in another city. No one is watching me. I'm an adult homeowner who...."
"Who is telling herself a bunch of silly fibs." Mrs. Waterfield said. "Now I don't know what your parents said to Mrs. Bradley when they dropped you off, but I do know that my friend and I have a long running understanding. I've spanked her girls almost as much as she's spanked mine, and it's not just her daughters I've spanked in this house. I can't count the times Mrs. Bradley has had one of her daughters over her lap while I spanked the daughter's friend on mine. Because that's what happens to naughty girls in this house: they get spanked. Now are you going to admit you're fibbing or am I going to have to get to the bottom of this? It wouldn't be the first time I sat in that chair to give a spanking.
Jessica was stunned by this. She had been mistaken as a young person before, but never had anyone threatened to spank her. A glance at the chair confirmed that it could be used for that purpose. It was an old dinning room chair that normally held a laundry basket at the right height to be filled, but Jessica had no problem picturing someone sitting there and spanking.
"Well young lady?" Mrs. Waterfield asked sharply. "What is it going to be?"
Jessica knew that one word from Mrs. Bradley would explain everything, but wasn't she a grown adult who could fight her own battles?
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