Skyes The limit
My wife, the high powered corporate attorney, had to go to New York City for the better part of a month, leaving me home with our three year old son. Since she is the major bread winner in the household, I couldn’t very well tell her, not to go, so we arranged for a neighbor’s daughter to stay at our place and watch junior while I was at work. Her name was Skye. Her parents had told us she needed a summer job to pay for her fall wardrobe. Just sixteen, she was a tall, well endowed girl with...