My Closeted Neighbors Disciplined & Converted Me

My parents always said don't throw stones from glass houses. I didn't listen. I was eighteen, naive as fuck, full of morals and still living at home when they took off for two weeks. First time alone. I should've been scared but I felt like a saint. Straight A's. Clean room. Polite little girl who didn't drink, smoke, or fuck around. Perfect. So when that brown box showed up with Mrs. Connor's name on it instead of mine, I didn't even think twice. My feet moved on autopilot. Took the stairs two at a time. Knocked on her door like the good neighbor I thought I was. And that's when everything cracked wide open. I caught her with Mrs. Williams. Both of them naked, tangled on a couch that smelled like sweat and guilt and sex. They saw me. They didn't stop. Mrs. Connor just grinned, licked her lips, and crooked a finger at me. Said if I was so good at returning packages, maybe I could handle another. Mrs. Williams laughed low and filthy. I should've run. Instead I stepped inside and let the door close behind me. That was the last day the good girl was in charge. What crawled out after that had always lived under my skin, waiting for the glass to break.