I was late getting home that night. Work had been an absolute nightmare and I was absolutely exhausted. All I wanted to do was plop down on my couch and have a drink. And that’s exactly what I intended to do when I pulled into my driveway, hopped out of my car, and walked up to my front door.
Opening my door, I was greeted by the sight of the babysitter sitting on the couch in her tight shorts and tank top. She was a bombshell with a great rack and a tight little body. “Hi, Mister W,” she said with a polite smile as she stood up. “I put the baby to bed already.”
“Oh…thanks,” I said a little awkwardly. I dropped my briefcase and took off my suit jacket. “Sorry I’m so late. Long day,” I told her as I loosened my tie and unbuttoned to top two buttons of my shirt.
“I figured,” she said, following me into the kitchen. “I can make you a drink if you want.”
“You don’t have to do that.”