Busty Babysitters Volume 1: Bribing the Sitter

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You're welcome," he replied. "You deserve every penny. Kathy and I are very happy with you. There is no one that we trust the kids with more than you."

Uh...good morning Rachel," John said, taking the coffee. "I forgot you were coming over. I guess Kathy gave you a key?" Wow. Thank you," John said sitting down at the table and digging in. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten a hot breakfast at home. Kathy just decided one day that she was done cooking. H...uh..." John stammered. He started to shake and cough just like the old man in that famous book by Nabokov.A deer darted out from the trees and in front of John's car. He barely had time to brake and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car off of the road and into some brush on the side. Rachel screamed as the car came to a stop. John felt like his whole life was turning into Groundhog Day and the only thing he could think about was his barely-legal baby sitter. For God's sake, she was still in high school! Life used to be so much better and he never used to have deviant thoughts about young girls. I... uh... are you going somewhere?" Andrew asks in a perplexed tone. Not sure what is going on he handed his wife the roses as he awaits a response. At last, the show was over. "That was an excellent performance, don't you think?" his wife asked as they made their way out to the car. "Much better than that awful rubbish you listen to." John knew that he was turning red. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving up the winding country road to Rachel's house. A flash of movement to one side, caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road.

That really is good," John said. "How were you planning on getting home?" he asked, changing the subject. Sensing something was still bothering him, Rachel decided to pry, "Is everything ok Mr. Douglas? You always seem to get a bit nervous around me as of late." At last the show was over. "That was an excellent performance, don't you think?" his wife asked as they made their way out to the car. "Much better than that awful Foo Fighters rubbish you listen to."His body was coursing with adrenalin, as much from Rachel as from the near accident. John took a deep breath, forcing himself to slow down. He got them both there in one piece. Rachel got out of the car and came around to the driver's side, motioning for John to lower the window. John sat there looking at her through the glass for a few seconds before finally lowering it. Rachel tilted her head forward just a little too close. John started to sweat. He couldn't move or say anything. Do all high school senior girls dress that way these days? He wondered to himself. He had to remind himself that she was eighteen now and could dress any damn way she chose. She was an adult, although just barely. Andrew stood there for several long moments until his wife called to him from upstairs. Rachel placed his briefcase by the stairs and motioned for John to follow her into the kitchen. She had two plates on the table and two glasses of wine as well. John thought that an odd response. "Well...you know we both adore you and thank you for watching them. Kathy was exhausted or she would have told you herself."