GETTING FUCKED WHILE BABYSITTING
“Sure, Mrs. P, when do you need me to come over?” I asked with a sigh. “Oh, thank you so much, Molly….any time on Friday before 4 pm would be fine. Frank and I are flying to Wisconsin for his 25th high school reunion. We should be home by late Sunday evening. We’ll feel better knowing that you’re here with Kurt while we’re away.” “No problem, Mrs. P. I’ll see you then.” I arrived on Friday afternoon, and waved to the Palmers as they headed for the airport. Kurt and I were familiar with each...