Mess with a single mom

Spotting her next target, Vanessa crept over to where a woman was sitting alone on a bench, watching the kids, and likely a mother of one. As Vanessa went over, a sort of dorky looking man sat down next to her. He was tall and thin, with hair that had a little too much gel in it, and large, bulky glasses. When he sat down, the woman immediately became uncomfortable. Vanessa got close enough to here their following conversation.

“Man, sometimes I can’t help but envy them.” The man said.

“Huh?” The woman responded.

“Their youth. Their innocence. They don’t have to deal with the awful things in the world. They are oblivious. Sometimes you can’t help but envy them.” He explained. Both Vanessa and the woman seemed shocked. Despite his appearance, his voice was very smooth and nice, and what he’d said seemed...profound.

“Yeah, I suppose so.” The woman said, her features softening.

“Is one of them yours?” The man asked. She hesitated for a second, and nodded, pointing at a little boy playing on the swing. “Ah, of course. Looks just like you.” He said.

“Yeah...” she hesitated. “It’s hard sometimes, raising him myself.” The man frowned.

“Yourself?” He said, silently asking the question. She hesitated again before answering.

“He...he passed away a few years ago, when Jake was little. I’ve managed, but it’s not easy.” She said, leaving it apparent that she didn’t want to elaborate further.

“Well, if I may say, you immediately have my respect.” He said. “I could never imagine, it seems like it takes a strong will to do something like that.”

“Well, thank you, but I’m not the only one.” She smiled at the boy, Jake. “He’s pretty strong, too.” The man nodded, and the woman turned to him, looking at him full on. “Ah, sorry.” The man raised his hands.

“Hey, I’m the one who asked, sort of.” He said, laughing. That made the woman smile, and the two stared at each other for bit.

Then, suddenly, the button up shirt the woman was wearing burst open, buttons flying everywhere and revealing a dark purple bra. The man stared in shock as the woman screeched, flying her hands out. For a moment, her hand seemed to smack into something she couldn’t see, and she heard a groan. She was confused for a moment, but the next second, she forgot all about it as she swore it felt like someone pulled her bra, breaking the clip as it flew off, which left her large breasts bouncing out, now freed. The man got a glimpse of her luscious chest before she quickly covered it, and stood up. Before she could run, though, he stopped her.

“Hey, wait!” He said, and untied a jacket he had around his waist. He held it out to her, and she looked at it, then him, eyes wide. “Good thing I took brought it even though it was warm out.” He said with a laugh. She nodded and grabbed it, putting it on and zipping it up. She couldn’t actually zip it up all the way, as it got halfway up her breasts, leaving her showing off a lot of cleavage.

“Th-thank you.” She said, her face red. The man respectfully looked her in the eyes.

“No problem. Just, be careful with that.” He said, gesturing down but not looking. She nodded, and placed a hand over her cleavage.

“Hey...do you...” The woman said, seemingly unsure what to say. The man raised an eyebrow “...do you...want to go out...sometime?” He laughed.

“Sure.” He said. “Here, I’ll give you my number.” The two got out their phones, and traded names and numbers as Vanessa walked away.

She was a little disappointed, but honestly, after seeing how nice that man was in that situation and how it seemed the two got along, she was actually kinda glad.

Vanessa rubbed her neck. The woman had smacked her by accident, which had actually kinda hurt. She walked away, over towards the children, so lost in thought that she didn’t notice as the rusty chain snapped, weakened by the woman’s strike, and the gem fell to the ground, becoming visible once more as the gem’s glow faded. Vanessa just kept walking.