Walking up to Meagan O'Donnell's house, no one would ever know that such a decadent person lived there. The lawn was kept up, the bushes were pruned, and there were even flowers growing around a small tree in the front yard. It all looked very pleasant. But Laura knew the truth. And hopefully soon, she'd be able to make the person living inside this house match the misleading image she was portraying to the neighborhood.
Once Laura got up to the porch, she rang the doorbell. And a few moments later, the door opened up, revealing her neighbor Meagan O'Donnell in all her decadent and promiscuous glory. She was dressed in only a half-cup lacy black bra, black lacy G-string panties, a black lacy garter belt attached to a pair of black fishnet stockings, and a pair of black 5-inch heels. The only thing covering her up was a see-thru robe, which didn't help to really cover anything up. But that was probably the point.
Laura felt sickened by this woman. What was Meagan thinking? Did she have no shame? Anyone could have been at the door. Even a child. That kind of trauma could ruin a person's life.
"Yes?" Meagan asked.
"Hello," Laura said, trying to stay her ground. She needed to be a good Christian and move ahead. Everyone was worth saving, even this woman. "I'm Laura Ferguson, from next door? I know we haven't really seen eye-to-eye since you moved in ..."
"That I know is true," Meagan said, interrupting her. "Every time I try to greet you, you turn around and spit on me."
Laura was silent for a moment, then took a breath and said "I know that. But I want to make up for it. I want to give you the greeting I should have given you when you moved in." She lifted up the plastic container towards her neighbor.
Meagan's eyebrow rose up, then she took the container and opened it. "Cookies?"
"That's right. I hope you like chocolate chip."
"I do."
Laura smiled. She was already winning her over.
Meagan smelled the contents of the container. "Did you just bake these? They smell fresh."
"Yes, I did."
Meagan suddenly looked around the neighborhood and then looked relieved.
"Is something wrong?" Laura asked.
"Well, it's just that I'm standing here in my underwear and I didn't want someone to see me. I think I saw some children playing a few houses down."
That made Laura confused, but also relieved. Perhaps this woman had more shame than she thought. "We could talk inside," she suggested.
Meagan smiled. "Yes, that'll be fine."
Laura walked into the house and then Meagan closed the door behind her.
"I'm really very sorry about how I'm dressed," Meagan said, as she walked past Laura and into the living room, putting down the container of cookies. "I was getting ready to go to bed."
Laura almost didn't hear her. She was too busy getting nauseated over the inside of her neighbor's house. Everything - the furniture, the walls, the appliances - everything looked so cheap and tacky and gaudy. Surely this woman was the poster child for decadence. She really needed Laura's help. She supposed that maybe it was lucky that Meagan moved in right next door to her. Or maybe it was even divine intervention.
Suddenly, Meagan's words grabbed Laura's attention. "Did you say you were going to bed soon? It's almost noon."
"Yes, well. I work at night. Overnight. So I need to sleep during the day. I'd much rather do things the other way around, but as circumstances are ..."
Laura knew what her neighbor meant by working at night. She was a whore. True, she had no real proof of this, but just the woman's lifestyle and tastes were evidence enough. Meagan was fortunate that Laura was there to steer her into the light. "Well," Laura said. "Maybe things will change for you." Maybe even sooner than you think, she added in her head.
"Sorry I can't be more hospitable," Meagan said. "As I said before, I was just about to go to bed and I'm really tired. But, you know, I'm planning to wake up around six o'clock this evening. If you want, we could go out for coffee or something. Maybe grab a bite to eat?"
"Oh no. I couldn't," Laura said.
Meagan looked at the conservatively dressed woman for a moment, then said "You don't want to be seen with me."
"Well, no, I ..."
"No, I get it," she said, clearly getting angry. "You're still just the same old stuck up bitch that's been degrading me all this time."
"Now see here! That is not true! I'm really trying to reach out to you. I didn't have to come here. I chose to come here."
Meagan smirked to herself. That's what you think.
"And ... and if you want to go out for some coffee. Then ... then I'll join you." She really didn't want to make this woman mad. She wanted to be her friend. It was the only way to divert her from her evil ways.
"Good. I'll come to your house when I'm ready."
Laura looked both relieved and worried. What exactly did she get herself into? A lot of people knew Laura and if she was seen having coffee or lunch or whatever with this ... this whore, it would destroy her image. But then she thought, what was more important? Her image or saving this woman's soul? Being a good Christian, it wasn't even a hard question.
"Okay, I'll see you then," Laura said, walking out of the house. "Enjoy the cookies."
"I will," Meagan said, before closing the front door. She turned away from it and walked into the kitchen, putting the cookies away. Then she walked to the bedroom and slipped off her see-thru robe and her heels. And then she went to bed.
She really looked forward to having coffee with her neighbor. It was the next step in Laura's total corruption, to become just like Meagan - a whore.
