Series: The Babysitter
He's sixteen. His parents go on summer vacation. Two weeks with a babysitter? Blegh! ...or is it?
“But, Mooommm,” the way I stressed the last 'm', the tone came out a lot whinier than I had intended. “I don't need a babysitter. I'm sixteen!” We were standing in the doorway, my parents ready to leave. “Our point exactly,” she shot back routinely. Dad was standing next to her, his suitcase in hand, hardly able to hide his knowing, devilish sneer. “We're gone for two weeks for some...Read On