Reposted for multiple, regrettable spelling mistakes.
On to part two, with more detail, as requested…
It’s a few years later, I had just graduated from college and was living at home for the summer before moving away for my first real job. Social media indicated that former babysitter (FB) may be living back in the area and it had occurred to me that we might cross paths again. One night, as I’m getting dropped off after dinner and drinks with a few friends, I happen to notice a burning cigarette and tall, slim shadow on the next porch over. As if on autopilot, I feel a familiar tingling between my legs.
“Hey, is that you, Kayla?” FB shouts, striding up into the light of the street lamps.
The last couple of years had been more than kind to him. His shoulders looked even broader, his skin was tanned and ruddy and he had grown the perfect five o’clock shadow. I nibbled at my bottom lip as I looked him up and down.
“Wanna come over? My folks are out of town and I’m house-sitting for the weekend.”