Housekeeping for Mr Edwards
Copyright© 2026 by CutePerthGirl
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Lisa Martin, a beautiful 18-year-old schoolgirl in need of extra money, starts housekeeping for her 67-year-old next-door neighbor, Mr Edwards.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Fiction Masturbation
Mr Edwards lived next door to my family for as long as I can remember. I still think fondly of his wife, Mary. She was always so kind to me and my older sister. She was like a second grandma to us.
Mary passed away from cancer 12 years ago, and Mr Edwards never remarried. He is 67 now and living alone.
My sister Carrie used to clean his house for extra money before she moved away to live with friends. She always told me that Mr Edwards was a dirty old man who would give her the creeps. I thought she was joking, or just over exaggerating. Carrie is a beautiful girl, and Mr Edwards was lonely. He is a man to be fair. It was only natural for him to glance at her occasionally, even though he is three times older than she is.
I felt sorry for him. It must be hard to lose your soul mate. I thought I was in love once, and I thought about what I would do if it happened to me. It was so, so sad.
I turned 18 last week, and I was desperately saving up for a car. I worked part-time at Subway while finishing high school, and when my Mum suggested I help out Mr Edwards, as Carrie had done for some extra money, I thought it was a win-win situation.
On Monday, as I got back home from school, I saw Mr Edwards outside watering his garden. It was a good time to talk to him about what my Mum had suggested the day before.
I walked over to his side of the fence with a warm smile and my hands behind my back. “ Hello, Mr Edwards. I was wondering if you needed someone to clean your house again. Help you out with anything you needed, as Carrie did for you,” I asked with enthusiasm.
He looked a little surprised, even shocked by what I was asking. His blue eyes gave me a curious glare. Looking me up and down. “ Did Carrie tell you about what she did for me?” he asked me back with concern.
“Yeah. She told me everything. She cleaned and cooked for you, mostly. I’m a pretty good cook, better than her,” I confidently grinned.
“Oh ... yes. That’s all she told you?” he kept fishing for some reason.
His face still had a slight worry to it. Then it dawned on me that maybe he was worried about whether she told me he looked at her sometimes in a not-so-innocent way. I still didn’t believe her. Mr Edwards never gave me that kind of vibe when I was around him, and if he did, I’d chalk it up to him being lonely and missing a woman. I could understand that, and Carrie did like to dramatise a lot.
“Just cleaning, cooking, a little gardening, and running some errands was all she told me she did for you,” I clarified.
“I would like some help around the house if you are sure about it?” he looked more at ease now. He gave me a shy smile.
“I’m sure. I can come over after I finish my school work. I have work on Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. I can clean your house on Saturdays, and do some meal prep after school on Monday and Thursday. Does that sound okay?
“Sounds good to me, Lisa. I can offer you $150 a week. Is that okay?
“That’s more than enough. Thank you so much, Mr Edwards,” I beamed at him.
I waved him goodbye and turned to walk away. Mr Edward’s eyes were glancing at me again. I was wearing a school jumper with black leggings and white sneakers. He looked away, ashamed when he knew I caught him. I smiled and continued to my house. It wasn’t a creepy look, at least I didn’t get that impression. I wasn’t wearing anything worth looking at anyway. Just my usual school uniform.
I told my Mum I talked to Mr Edwards about helping him out. She was pleased and proud of me. I felt really good about it, too. Mr Edwards was no doubt lonely. Having some company around would be nice for him.
After I finished my homework, I cooked for Mum and Dad. I made enough for Mr Edwards as well. I went over to his place to deliver it.
“Hi again. Have you had dinner yet? I made pasta. I thought you might want to sample my cooking,” I held tupperware containers filled with chicken alfredo pasta and smiled.
“That smells really good. I’d love to sample your cooking. Why don’t you come in, Lisa?” Mr Edwards suggested.
“Sure. I can stay for a bit.” He probably just wanted some company while he ate, and I was curious to get his honest opinion about my cooking.
“Sorry about the mess, I haven’t had time to clean with work being so busy,” he embarrassingly explained as we walked through his place.
The kitchen had dishes in the sink. Takeaway boxes and containers were all over his table. The place had this odd smell, and I could see it needed a good dusting. I was going to need to put in a few hours on Saturday to get this place tidy. Luckily, I enjoyed cleaning. Not common for an 18-year-old high schooler to say.
“Do you mind if I eat in the living room? I’m watching the football game,” he asked nicely.
“I don’t mind, I love football,” I cutely replied.
Mr Edwards gave me a surprised stare. I once again noticed he was looking me over. I was wearing pink gym shorts and a matching sports bra. My blonde hair is tied in a ponytail. It’s long and falls almost to my peachy bum.
He probably wasn’t used to the way young girls dressed these days. I should have put on a T-shirt or something before I came over. It was my fault. I felt bad for making him uncomfortable with how I was dressed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who likes football. And if your cleaning and cooking is good, you’ll make a man very happy one day, Lisa,” Mr Edwards complimented.
I had to remember he was over 60. Comments like that towards a woman would be frowned upon these days. To be honest, I didn’t mind the old school compliment. I was proud that I knew how to cook and that I enjoyed cleaning.
“Thank you. Why don’t you tuck in? You can tell me if it’s to your liking or not,” I smiled.
“Sure will, darling. Again, I’m sorry about the mess,” he said kindly.
His living room is just as dirty as his kitchen. The lounges needed a good spray with odor killer. Beer bottles were all over his table, and the carpet was a mess. Mr Edwards was living the stereotypical bachelor lifestyle. I might have to spend all day here, instead of the few hours I estimated earlier, to clean the place properly.
“This is delicious, Lisa. I haven’t had a home-cooked meal since Carrie cooked for me,” he grinned with Alfredo sauce dripping down his chin.
I was happy he was enjoying the pasta. I took pleasure in making people happy and bringing a smile to their faces, and Mr Edwards needed some joy in his lonely life. I started feeling guilty about taking money from him, maybe I should just do it for free? It would be just 2 or 3 hours of work a week once I cleaned the place properly for the first time, and taking $150 bucks seemed wrong.
“I don’t mind cooking for you, Mr Edwards. And I enjoy cleaning. Why don’t we forget about the money?” I sweetly offered.
Mr Edwards wiped the sauce from his chin and looked over at me with appreciation,” Don’t be silly, Lisa. I might be old, but I don’t need charity quite yet,” he chuckled. “ I have plenty of money and no one to leave it to. $150 is nothing to me. In fact, I’m going to pay you $200 now since I now know how good a cook you are,” he sternly said.
I was very grateful and sad at the same time. I remembered Mr Edwards and Mrs Edwards never had children for whatever reason. He truly was alone in this world. At least that’s what I assumed since he never had any visitors.
He was still a decent-looking man. Not Brad Pitt at 62, good looking, but he could have found someone if he tried. He probably didn’t want to after Mary.
“Maybe I can come over and watch football with you as well? Help get you a beer when you need one,” I smiled.
“You’re a sweetheart, Lisa. I won’t force you to hang out with an old man. I’m sure you would rather spend your free time with friends ... or your boyfriend,” he grinned.
“No boyfriend right now. I’m more focused on school,” I beamed proudly.
“Good girl. Boys are trouble. Especially when they are around a girl as pretty as you,” Mr Edwards stated. “ You and your sister are both beautiful. Your dad must have sleepless nights,” he snickered.
I giggled at the comment. It was true, Carrie did give Dad some sleepless nights, but I wasn’t into partying and boys like she was.
“Would you like me to get you a beer?” I offered while Mr Edwards was enjoying my pasta and watching the game intently.
“Would love one, sweety. Get yourself one if you want. I won’t tell your parents,” he winked.
“I’m 18 now, I can drink if I want,” I laughed before getting up.
Mr Edwards grinned, his eyes followed me as I walked out of the living room and towards his fridge. He was probably making sure I didn’t trip over the stuff littered on the floor. What a caring old man.
I returned with his beer and unscrewed it for him. I took a seat beside him on the big couch this time instead of the single lounge. I wanted to show Mr Edwards I was comfortable around him, and walking back to sit by myself would send the wrong message. Like, I found him disgusting or something, and I didn’t want him to think that.
He looked surprised at first when I took a seat with him. Then he smiled appreciatively and went back to enjoying the game after thanking me for the beer.
The game only had 20 or so minutes left. So I sat with him and watched it to the end. I was happy to do it anyway. I did enjoy watching football with my dad sometimes, and this was just like that.
“Great game. The boys weren’t useless tonight. Maybe you were the good luck charm, Lisa,” Mr Edwards joked when the ref blew the whistle.
“No, they usually lose when I watch with dad. Maybe it was because I was watching the game with you,” I joked back.
“Then we might have to do it again next week,” he laughed.
“Sure, I will if I’m not busy,” I smiled.
“Don’t worry if you are. I usually watch the game with a friend or two from work.” Hearing that made me happy. At least he had some friends and wasn’t totally a recluse.
“That was fun, but I should get going. I need to study some more before bedtime,” I let him know.
Mr Edwards looked disappointed, but he quickly put on a smile and thanked me for the food and the company. He walked me out the front door with a guiding hand on my back. He was probably making sure I didn’t trip on anything as we walked. He thanked me again as I strolled away and stayed out front until I made it home safely. What a kind man. I had no clue why Carrie said he was a pervert. She can be such a b-word at times.
The following day, I didn’t have time to check in on Mr Edwards. I got ready for work as soon as I got home from school. When I finished my shift at Subway, I made a couple of foot-long subs so that Mr Edwards would have lunch for work the next day. I knocked on his door around 9 pm. There was a light on, so I assumed he was still up.
“Sorry if I’m bothering you. I know it’s late. I just finished work, and I brought you some sandwiches,” I happily smiled.
Mr Edwards was shirtless. He had on a pair of grey sweatpants. His brow looked sweaty, like he was working out or something. “ Oh, hello, Lisa. You didn’t have to do that. What do I owe you?” he asked.
“Nothing, it was free—one of the peaks of my job. Free sandwiches,” I giggled.
“I would invite you in, but I’m in the middle of something,” he said, looking a tad embarrassed.
I heard a faint female moan coming from inside his house, then a male grunt followed. I wondered what it was.
“I’m just watching a movie. I thought I paused it. Anyway, thank you for this. I’ll enjoy it tomorrow,” Mr Edwards said. He took the bag from me with a smile.
The moaning got louder, Mr Edwards laughed and said goodnight before he closed the door. I didn’t think too much of it and made my way to my house.
I didn’t see Mr Edwards again until Thursday. His house looked a bit tidier than when I was last there. He cleaned the dishes in his sink, and most of the takeaway containers were gone, but there was still a lot for me to clean. I didn’t have time today, so I will just have to wait until Saturday to get my hands dirty.
“So you haven’t told me what you like to eat yet. I can see what you have in your fridge, and if I need any other ingredients, I can quickly head to the shops,” I told him.
“I’m not a picky eater. Anything is better than the Army food I had for decades,” he chuckled. “ I’ll let you decide what a man needs in his diet,” Mr Edwards winked.
“Okay,” I grinned.
Mr Edwards went out back to water his garden while I looked around his kitchen. He didn’t have a lot of fresh ingredients, but there were a few steaks in his freezer. I could whip him up some steak and veggies, with mash. He had frozen veggies, but they would do nicely.
While waiting for the steaks to defrost, I went to work on clearing out his fridge. I know I was going to wait until Saturday to do a proper clean, but I hated seeing a dirty and unorganised fridge. There was so much stuff that was out of date, I threw it all out and gave the inside a good scrubbing.
“I would normally never complain about a girl cleaning, but weren’t you going to wait until Saturday?” Mr Edwards laughed when he walked back inside the house and caught me head deep inside the fridge on my knees.
I looked back over my shoulder and smiled. Mr Edwards had a smirk on his face while looking at me, hunched over on all fours. “ I hate to see a messy fridge. I had to throw out some things. Hope you don’t mind,” I asked, a little worried.
“It’s no problem. Just let me know how much you need for food shopping,” he grinned, still watching me intently.
“No worries.” I went back to scrubbing his fridge. Mr Edwards stayed a little longer in the kitchen before he went off to the living room to watch the news.
I cleaned his pantry next, and by the time I was done, the steaks were defrosted enough to fry up. I made a mash with some potatoes I found in the cabinet, and steamed the frozen mixed veggies. Not a bad meal for what he had lying around, I thought.
I made him a plate and took it to Mr Edwards, who was relaxing on the lounge. “ Dinner is ready. I know you enjoy eating here,” I smiled as I placed the plate on his coffee table.
“Smells great and looks great,” he grinned.
“Oh! I forgot one more thing,” I quickly rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a beer for him to go with his dinner.
“You’re an angel. I could get used to a pretty girl cooking for me and bringing me beers,” he joked.
I smiled proudly and watched him enjoy the food I prepared. It felt rewarding to help a man who needed it. I was so happy and giddy.
“I put the rest in containers. You just have to heat it up,” I informed him.
“Too easy. I might have to give you a raise already,” Mr Edwards smirked.
“I’m happy you like it. I’ll do some food shopping on Saturday for you, after I finish cleaning.”
“Sounds great. Thank you, Lisa,” he agreed.
“You’re welcome. I have to finish some homework, but I will see you Saturday,” I said with a warm smile.
“Looking forward to having a clean house again,” Mr Edwards chuckled.
He walked me to his door again, his hand guiding me a little lower on my back than last time. It felt warm and friendly, not at all weird.
I got home and found Mum eating a snack in the kitchen. She gave me an odd glare as I walked to the fridge and bent over to grab a can of Coke Zero.
“I know it’s the normal attire for girls these days, but you should really put on a shirt when you go to Mr Edward’s place. I could see your underwear when you bent over just now, Lisa,” My mother lectured me.
“Oh ... you’re right. I’m just so used to wearing active wear. I’ll make sure for next time,” I blushed at my mother.
God! Mr Edwards must have been so uncomfortable when I was bent over his fridge earlier. He must have felt uncomfortable and didn’t want to say anything. I’m such an idiot.
“Just be careful what you wear if you are going to be cleaning. You’re going to give the old guy a heart attack if he sees your thong sticking out of your shorts,” she laughed.
“Geez, Mum. Not funny!”
“He probably wouldn’t mind, though. A pretty girl like you,” My Mum continued to tease.
“Stop it! You sound like Carrie. He’s been very nice to me so far,” I told her.
“I’m just teasing you, Hun. Mr Edwards is a good man,” she smiled.
“He is. Is there any more cake? I’m hungry.”
“Plenty in your shorts,” Mother joked.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to steal a bite of her cake. She giggled and quickly snatched the plate away from me. I frowned playfully and walked away in defeat.
I know my mother was just teasing, but she was right. I shouldn’t parade around in front of Mr Edwards in tiny shorts and a crop top again. He was already starved of womanly affection. The last thing he needed was for a teen girl to make him uncomfortable in his own home.
After work on Friday, a few of the girls asked if I wanted to go out clubbing. It sounded fun, but I had to clean Mr Edwards’ house the next day, so I declined. I went right to bed after a long shower. I planned on getting started early, so I could catch up with some friends later in the afternoon when I was done cleaning.
Saturday came, and I felt fresh and excited after a good night’s rest. I remembered to cover up today, so I threw on sweatpants and an old T-shirt. I tied my hair with a bandana to keep it out of the way before venturing over next door.
“Good morning, Mr Edwards. Nice day for some cleaning,” I announced in a bubbly tone.
He looked a bit disappointed about something. Maybe Mr Edwards wasn’t a morning person like my Dad. Either way, I could be cheerful enough for the both of us. His mood will change once he sees his house all spotless.
“I’ve never seen someone so excited to clean,” he laughed.
“I love cleaning. It helps me clear my mind. Not that I have much to worry about these days,” I smiled.
Mr Edwards nodded and returned my smile,” A girl like you shouldn’t have any problems at all. You’ve got everything going for you, Lisa,” he kindly expressed.
“Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say. Alright, I’d better get stuck in. Do you want me to make you breakfast first?” I suggested.
“If you’re offering. I won’t say no to your amazing cooking,” he grinned.
“My pleasure. I think I saw you had eggs in the fridge last time. I’ll whip you up a breakfast sandwich and a coffee before I get cleaning.”
“Perfect. I’ll be in the lounge reading the paper,” he replied.
I made him a couple of bacon and egg sandwiches and quickly got started on the major clean-up operation. His floors needed a good mop. His carpets needed vacuuming. Spider webs needed to be removed, and so much more. It was a big job, but I did it all with a smile. I wanted Mr Edwards to live in a clean house, and I was going to do my best to make it happen.
The kitchen and the living room took me the longest. Mr Edwards would drop in to see how I was doing from time to time. He mostly stayed in the backyard reading. His bedroom wasn’t too bad. I picked up all the dirty clothes and did a load of washing. The spare rooms were used for storage, apart from one, which was his home office.
It was just past 11 am. The Australian summer heat was in full effect. Mr Edwards had AC. I was tempted to ask him to turn it on, but I didn’t want to bother him. I just took off my T-shirt and my sweatpants. I wore my gym shorts and a sports bra underneath. It was so much cooler as I shed the layers, and much more comfortable.
“Oh, there you are. I was wondering where you got to,” Mr Edwards found me in the bathroom, bent over as I tried to scrub away the tile mold that had built up in the shower.
“Here I am. Working hard, as you can see,” I giggled after turning my head around.
“I do see, and I very much appreciate the view,” My Edwards smirked from the door.
He did say he liked to see a woman clean. It was a sexist joke, but I let it slide because of his age. He didn’t mean any harm by it anyway.
“Yeah, yeah. I know you like the view of a girl cleaning. You said that before,” I giggled.
“Yes ... that’s what I meant. Feel free to take off more clothing if you get too sweaty,” he joked again. “ I won’t complain.”
“I’ll think about it,” I smiled.
It was great to see him happy and joking around. I guess the clean house had the desired effect I was going for. He had a silly grin on his face as he walked in to inspect the job I had done so far on the bathroom.
“I should be done very soon, then I’ll be out of your way,” I beamed.
“No rush. I don’t mind having you here, Lisa,” he sweetly replied.
I smiled,” Do you mind if I have a quick shower when I’m done? I’m getting pretty sweaty,” I asked him nicely.
“Of course not. It’s been a while since a woman got naked in my house,” Mr Edwards joked again.
He was getting a lot more comfortable with me now. I was happy. My mum and dad might find his jokes inappropriate since I was only 18, but I found the humour in them. I liked that he didn’t see me as a little girl and treated me like an adult woman.
Mr Edwards left me to it and went back to what he was doing. A minute later, I felt the cool breeze of the air conditioner. It felt so nice and helped me power through the rest of the cleaning in no time.
When I was done, I walked to inform Mr Edwards. He was in the kitchen sipping on a tea and looking at something on his phone. I grabbed his attention, and he looked up. His eyes were shocked by something he saw before he smiled at me.
“All done. I’m just waiting for the next load of laundry to finish,” I proudly said.
“Look at you ... and look at my place. You’ve done an amazing job,” he praised.
“Thank you. It wasn’t too bad, to be honest. I’ll have that shower now, I think.”
“Go ahead. You deserve it,” he said while still looking at me with some discomfort. I could see his legs fidgeting under the table.
“Are you okay, Mr Edwards? Are you hungry?” I questioned why he was acting strangely.
“No, I’m okay. I’m just still getting used to a pretty girl in the house, that’s all,” he replied a little flirtatiously.
I blushed a little at his comment and half smiled. Mr Edwards was really coming out of his shell now. He must have been quite charming when he was younger. I could see how he bagged Mrs Edwards.
I turned to head back to the bathroom and have a quick shower before the washing was done. I walked to the mirror, then I blushed even more when I saw that my nipples were poking out from my white sports bra.
Oh god! He must have noticed my smile wasn’t the only thing beaming at him, and that’s what was making him uncomfortable. I’m such a dummy. The air conditioner made me colder than usual because I was sweating all over, especially in my sports bra. I didn’t even notice until now. Poor Mr Edwards. He was probably so embarrassed that he didn’t know where to look.
Ugh! Oh well. I’m sure we will both forget about it sooner or later. I stripped and washed away the sweat, dirt, and cleaning products from my skin. The shower felt great, but when I got out, I scolded myself for not getting a towel first. I hated feeling wet, so I cracked open the bathroom door and called out for Mr Edwards.
“Is everything okay, Lisa?” He looked puzzled as he saw my head pop out from behind the bathroom door.
“Everything’s fine. I just forgot to get a towel. Could you get one for me, please?” I shyly asked.
I think he knew now I was naked behind the door. His eyes looked curious as he stared at me. It looked like he was deep in thought. He was most likely thinking how much of a dumb blonde I was.
“Of course, I’ll get you a towel, Lisa. One minute, he smiled and gave me another up-and-down glare along the slightly open door before he walked away to retrieve the towel.
God! I’m so dumb. He must be laughing to himself. My cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.
“Here you are, my darling,” Mr Edwards said as he handed me the towel. It accidentally dropped to the floor, and we both quickly knelt to pick it up. My hand slipped off the doorknob as I was doing so, and it pushed the door forward. I shrieked, but luckily, Mr Edwards’ knee stopped it from opening further, and I raced to pull it back to not flash my naked body at the poor old man.
“Opps. That would have been a welcome accident,” he chuckled nervously.
I giggled awkwardly and thanked him for his help. Mr Edwards nodded and grinned before he left down the hall. It was good that he could find the humour in my stupidity.
My underwear, gym shorts, and sports bra were all still sweaty. I didn’t want to put them back on, so I threw on my sweatpants and T-shirt with nothing underneath. It should be fine. I’ll quickly wash my dirty clothes and put them in the dryer.
The clock hit half past noon. I took a walk around to double-check my cleaning job. I was happy with my work. All that was left to do was to put the clean sheets back on his bed and make it look neat and tidy.
As I was adjusting the mattress and tucking in the sheets. I spotted an old adult DVD under Mr Edward’s bed. I picked it up curiously,” Naughty Wives Vol 3.” I covered my mouth to quiet my giggling. All guys used to have this sort of thing lying around before the internet got popular. My Mum told me when I found some of Dad’s old porn DVDs in his shed. It was pretty normal stuff. I wasn’t going to judge him for it. I watch some porn myself from time to time. Who doesn’t?
“What are you looking at, Lisa?” I suddenly heard from his bedroom door. I dropped the DVD case on the floor and turned around with a guilty look.
“Nothing ... Sorry,” I panicked.
“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he argued and walked forward.
He got a closer look at the DVD case, and his face went red with embarrassment.” Shit, I thought I put all those away, one must have fallen out of the box,” Mr Edwards explained. “ I’m really embarrassed. Sorry, Lisa,” he said while reaching down to pick it up.
“Don’t worry about it, Mr Edwards. My Dad has that kind of stuff as well. It’s normal for men,” I smiled, trying to lessen his embarrassment.
“I guess so, but still, you didn’t need to see this,” he said in a caring tone.
“You don’t need to worry about me, I look at that stuff sometimes on the internet. Everyone does. It’s very common, even for girls,” I grinned.
“Thank you for being so sweet, Lisa. That does make me feel a little better. But let’s not talk about what a lonely old man does when he’s alone,” Mr Edwards laughed.
I giggled and nodded in agreement. He then left me to finish making his bed. The situation was kind of funny, but then I felt bad thinking he must not have had female company in a long time and had to resort to watching porn alone. It was really sad.
I finished my cleaning duties and told Mr Edwards I was headed to the supermarket. He offered to give me a ride, but I told him Mum goes shopping on Saturdays and I would tag along with her. He thanked me for the great cleaning job and gave me $200 for his groceries.
“How’s the cleaning going?” Mother asks as I walk through the kitchen.
“I’m finished. What a mess, but it’s spotless now,” I beamed.
“Mr Edwards is pleased, I’m sure. Good girl. I’m proud of you,” she smiled. “ Are you wearing a bra under that shirt?” Mum then raised her eyebrow at me.
“Oh! It was really hot in his house. I took a shower when I was done and put my sweaty gym clothes and underwear in the wash. I’ll get them when I head back,” I explained innocently.
“Geez, Lisa. You shouldn’t have showers in a man’s house. What if he has spy cameras in there?” my Mum chuckled.
“Very funny, Mum. I did forget a towel, though. He looked so uncomfortable when I asked him to get one for me,” I giggled.
“Uncomfortable? He might have thought you were teasing him,” Mum cracked up laughing again.
“Oh boy! How old are you, Mum? So immature,” I snickered.
“Just try not to walk around without underwear and shower in an old man’s house, your Dad would freak if he found out,” Mum explained in a more serious tone.
“I know, but Mr Edwards is harmless. I think he prefers you over me. I found an old Porn DVD under his bed,’ Naughty Housewives’, I giggled.
Mum laughed at my revelation,” Snooping around a poor, old man’s place already, huh? I thought my daughter was a good girl?”
“I am, and I wasn’t snooping. I was making his bed and saw it,” I defended myself. “ Anyway, no more talking about an old man’s private life. Let me change, and we can go to the Supermarket.”
“Make sure to put on some underwear,” Mum yelled sarcastically as I walked off to my room.