I ignored their conversations for a few minutes, while I tried to devise a way to cover my tracks. I took care of the dog and my voice. But that damn floor. And how did I know that anytime I moved somewhere they wouldn’t hear it? Well it might be fun to make it seem like the house was haunted, that’s not what I had in mind.
So I wished that all of my moves would not make a noise. I wished that no floors, carpets, steps, furniture would make a noise if I touched it in any way that would normally produce a noise.
Finally they decided to watch My Big Fat Greek Wedding. I wondered if I’d be able to stay awake through it. I leaned up against a coffee table in the living room while the girls were all in various places. None of them were near me.
After two hours of mild amusement for me, the movie ended. Just then Erika’s parents came walking in the front door.
“Erika,” her father said. “I thought you were going to be up in your room.”
“God, Dad,” she groaned. “Two seconds in the door and you’re on my case. We were just watching one movie so we could see it on the widescreen with the good sound.” True, I thought. They had a really nice setup. “We’re going upstairs now so we don’t bother you.” While she had been talking her friends dutifully marched upstairs to avoid a scene. Erika turned and stormed up the stairs before her father could make any attempt to argue.
Nice family life, I thought. She has practically everything and treats her parents like shit. Now, granted, her father reacted a little too soon, but my God. I was never that rude to my mother. Sure, I made her a teenaged babysitter today, but that was for her own good at the time, and after the way she acted when she left the house, I was never doing that again.
I tiptoed my way up a few stairs before I realized this wasn’t testing my wish properly. I walked up the stairs normally and heard no sound. The last few steps I decided to stamp up the stairs. Again, nothing. Well, that wish worked, I thought.
I found my way to Erika’s room. Her room was almost as big as my house’s first floor. It was wall to wall carpeted. She had a TV that was big enough for most people’s living rooms. She had tons of other luxuries that I can’t even begin to describe. Her bed was huge, too. I noticed that all the other girls had brought their stuff in the room already. Now what? I wondered as they sat back down in front of the TV with their snacks. Erika started to pull drinks out of her refrigerator. She had some wine coolers in there from what I saw, but everyone was only drinking soda right now.
“Well, girls,” she said. “I promised you all something wilder than last time,” the double barrel-chested blonde explained, “and here it is.” She pulled out a cassette tape. “Lesbian porn!”
What the hell?