Babysitting a Sixteen Year Old Boy
My name is Mary, and I'm twenty years old. I finished my second year in college and was home for the summer. A friend of the family asked me if I would stay with their sixteen-year-old son, Billy, while they went on a trip. He had just turned sixteen and didn't have a driver's license yet.They wanted me to take him to school in the morning and pick him up after his swimming practice in the afternoon. Billy could fix his breakfast and have his lunch at school. We could go out for dinner or...
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