Heather decided that since she was hungry, she would jog to the community center for the snack bar.
“Mom probably wouldn’t want me eating junk food for breakfast, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt me.” Heather thought to herself with a smirk. The college student entered the local community center and headed to the snack bar. “One hotdog and a side of fries, please,” Heather ordered.
The teen boy at the bar with a peach-fuzz mustache chuckled as he made Heather’s food, “I like a woman with a big appetite.”
Heather narrowed her eyes, “I like a man who keeps his mouth shut and doesn’t imply people are fat.”
The boy shivered as he presented Heather her meal, “Feel free to tip, hot pants.”
“Keep it up,” Heather warned. “And you might lose a tip in your pants.” Heather was sure she heard the boy mutter, ‘Bitch’ under his breath but ignored it. The young woman found a table and went to work on her meal.
“Come on, mommy!” Heather looked up and saw a toddler older than Delilah pulling his mother forward. “Playgroup, playgroup!”
“Okay, Bobby,” The mother chuckled.
Heather smiled to herself, “When do boys turn into scum?” Heather wondered to herself. The young woman had heard about the playgroup here and knew her mother was thinking of trying it with Delilah but was unsure because of the center’s trusting nature regarding its employees. Heather glared at the pervert at the snack bar and the reception area, where a girl a few years younger than Rebecca was scrolling through her phone while young children in swimsuits walked past her in droves (there was a five-dollar fee to use the pool). “Maybe,” Heather thought to herself. “We need a little undercover work here; I could go as a kid or sneak in as a toy and…”
The college student was ripped from her thoughts when a little girl of about five ran under her table. “Shhh!” The girl begged Heather, “I’m hiding.”
A minute later, a woman approached Heather, “Have you seen my daughter?”
Heather knew that mother could see her daughter and wanted the young woman to sell the child out. “Ummm,” Heather stammered, weighing her options. “No.”
The woman sighed and kneeled, “Madeline, come with Mommy, please.”
“No!” The little girl told her mother.
“Come on, Maddie,” The mother encouraged. “Don’t you want to go swimming class?”
“No! Everyone’s gonna make fun of me!” Madeline countered.
“Sweetie, I’m sure you’ll only be a little bigger than the rest of the class,” The mother held out her hand for the child. “You want to learn how to swim, right?”
Reluctantly, Madeline got to her feet and followed her mother. Heather sighed, “Poor kid, she seems so nice too.” A thought occurred to the college student, “Maybe she needs a friend.”
What should Heather do?
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