Busty Babysitters Volume 1: Bribing the Sitter

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I was looking through your CDs on the stereo," Rachel finished, laughing. "You always get nervous around me." That really is good," John said. "How were you planning on getting home?" he asked, changing the subject. 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. John found himself smiling like an idiot when he got off the phone. She had a way of making him feel like an awkward kid fresh out of high school. He had forgotten to ask her if she needed another ride home tonight.

That was another strange response. Andrew was tired, though, and didn't let his mind linger on it. "Are you ready?"Do all high school seniors dress that way? He wondered. He had to remind himself that she was eighteen and could dress any damn way she chose. She was an adult now, although just barely. John stood there for a long time staring at the closed door, until his wife called to him from upstairs.

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." H...uh..." John stammered. He started to shake and cough just like the old man in that famous book by Nabokov. 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.

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Yes!" he exclaimed a little too loudly. "Sorry, Rachel. It was a long week and I'm exhausted." He stood to the side allowing her to saunter past him. The next morning John woke up late. The alarm hadn't gone off or maybe he just forgot to set it. Usually Kathy reminded him. "Damn her," John muttered as he ran into the shower. He threw on some clothes and ran down the stairs. He was immediately greeted to the scent of eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen. I don't mind," Rachel said, beaming at him. "Have a great day Mr. Greene," she called after him as he walked out the front door. Yes. That would be fine." John wondered if he could drive without sneaking glances over at her chest on the way to her house. I knew that," John lied. He had forgotten all about it. "Is she okay? I didn't think you were going down there though."