During highschool I babysat on Friday and Saturday nights all the time. It was not unusual for innocent, young me to be driven home late at night by an older father who had a few too many drinks on his breath. Occasionally I’d catch a slow look or a subtle ‘growl’ but nothing ever really happened . . . other than the roots of a little fantasy beginning to grow in my young mind.
Then, shortly after college I had a brief stint as a nanny for a family during their winter ski vacation in Aspen, Colorado. It was long days of schlepping bratty children to ski school but the setting was gorgeous and the money was good so it wasn’t terrible. Plus, I played the part so well. Wearing little skirts and braids like these pics (which were taken recently for some role play . . . smartphones and selfies weren’t really a thing back then).
As the vacation went on – the mom and dad were grating on eachother, bad. They didn’t seem to like each other very much and would constantly argue. A few times I’d catch dad looking at me curiously. And, when they’d fight I’d get a clear look of “fuck this” from him. I thought it was pretty funny.