It was just a normal baby-sitting job. I was sitting for Angela and Peter and it was going to be an all-nighter. Apparently they were going to a party that would run on to the not so small hours of the morning. I had no objection. I got paid by the hour, whether I was up and chasing children or sleeping in the spare bedroom while the kids also slept.
I arrived as requested and played with the kids while Angela and Peter got dressed. About the time they told me they'd be leaving there was a knock on the door. I would have left it for Angela but she yelled out for me to let him in. Let who in, I wondered.
Danny, it turned out. Thank god they were leaving shortly. Danny is Peter's older brother, about ten years older. Seeing Peter is mid-twenties that makes Danny mid-thirties. I don't dislike Danny but he does tend to tease me, which gives me the irrits.
I said good evening in a polite manner and didn't react when he winked at.
"Can't stay and flirt with you, love," he said with a big smile. "We're about to take off."
"How unfortunate," I murmured, keeping my face totally blank. "I don't know how I shall console myself."
The rotten man laughed and headed for the children who were happy to see him. It was going to take me a half hour to calm them down again once he left. I just knew it.
Angela and Peter came out, all ready to go. Farewells were said and the trio departed. I settled down to calming the kids down, drat the man.
I didn't dislike Danny. As a matter of fact I quite liked him in a platonic, older man, fashion. Not what I would consider to be boyfriend material. I mean, really, my eighteen to his thirty-five or so meant that he was double my age. He was also a big man, two, maybe three, times my size. I'll go with three as, like I said, he was a big man.
Eventually the kids flaked out and I tucked them into bed. A while later I was prepared to flake out and so I went to bed. My normal nightly attire consisted of either baby-doll pyjamas or lacy nighties. Not when I was sitting, however. It was a case of let's not give any husbands the wrong idea, there are always some who like to chance their arm. When sitting I wear sensible and comfortable flannel pyjamas. (Of course, I could look sexy in them if I so chose, just not when I'm sitting.)
I was dead to the world minutes after hitting the pillow. Unfortunately I didn't remain that way. I woke up with severe bladder pressure. I knew I shouldn't have had that drink immediately prior to going to bed, or at least I should have gone to the toilet straight after. Now I was going to have to get up and go. It was pitch black and I tapped on my phone to get a little light. Freaking four am. No one should be awake at four am. I wondered if Angela and Peter were home yet. Not that it mattered. If they were they'd be in bed and asleep, which was where I wanted to be.
I turned on my bedroom light and the hall light. I hate wandering around in the dark. You never know what might be hiding in it. You know, nasty things like spiders and roaches and the occasional ghost. I hit the bathroom (and that light as well) and attended to my bladder problem.
