I'd been asked to sit by Norm Watson. He was a divorced father and his ex had custody of the children. I thought that it was odd that he'd require a sitter and queried him on it.
"I'll explain when you get here," he told me. "You may not have to do any sitting at all but you'll still get paid."
I had nothing on for the afternoon so I agreed. As soon as I turned up his explanation was forthcoming.
"I don't know if you've heard but I've been given a chance to do a six month tour of the Antarctic, stationed at the Amundsen-Scott base. I'll be picked up in a couple of hours to go to the air-force base. They're doing a supply run and the supplies include the new scientists, of which I'm one. Now Amanda is supposed to be here at three to pick-up the girls. As it's now half past I'm just a little wary. If she doesn't turn up in a timely manner, what am I supposed to do with the kids? I can't leave them here on their own. That's where you come in.
If Amanda is playing funny buggers and deliberately tries to screw me it won't matter, because I can safely leave the children with you to look after until she collects them. I'll pay you before I leave, as I suspect she won't. She can't even complain about you being chosen as you're a practised baby-sitter, know the kids, and at eighteen you're now officially an adult. I have all bases covered."
I could see where he was coming from. I'd met Amanda and she could be a gold-plated bitch when she wanted to, and where Norm was concerned she always wanted to. He'd got out from under her thumb and it made her furious.
We spent a carefree half hour playing with the children. Now that I was there Norm didn't give a damn if Amanda showed up or not. I suspected that he'd just as soon she didn't so he could figuratively give her the finger by leaving in time with perfectly reasonable arrangements in place.
It wasn't to be. Just after four, only an hour or so late, Amanda rolled up, immediately demanding to know why the children weren't outside waiting.
"They were," said Norm equably, "at three o'clock when you were supposed to pick them up. When you didn't arrive we naturally went in out of the sun. We wouldn't want them to get sunstroke waiting around, now would we?"
Amanda hmphed and scowled in my direction.
"What's she doing here?"
"Oh, Melissa is just here to be available as a baby-sitter if you failed to turn up in a timely manner. You surely don't think that I'd leave them unattended just because you're a little late?"
Norm managed to sound shocked at the very idea, and received another blistering look from Amanda. She tucked the girls into the car and departed.
I followed Norm back into the house, ready to collect my things, my pay, and to head home.
"Before you go, Melissa, there is one other thing," he said, smiling happily. "Spending the day with the children is one happy memory to take South with me. Another one I want to remember is undressing you, spreading your legs, and making love to you. You have a lovely body and I want to enjoy it right now. We have time before I'm picked up."
I looked at him blankly. I understood every word that he said but the total meaning of his words seemed to evade me. I let them run through my mind, coming to the conclusion that he had said what I thought he'd said.
My immediate thought was the suggestion that this was where I politely said thank you, but no thank you, and beat feet out of the house just as fast as they would move. My second thought was that Norm was a big, strong, man, and quite handsome. Fit, too, as he'd apparently been in training. If I agreed to this it could be quite interesting.
My third thought was a beauty. It was why am I standing here watching Norm undo the buttons on my blouse? I didn't really have an answer to that so I stood there, watching my buttons pop open one by one, trying to find an answer.
"Why are you undoing my blouse?" I finally asked him, and then felt like slapping myself. "Forget I asked that. I know why you're doing it. I didn't say I'd go along with your stupid idea."
"It's a brilliant idea and you didn't say you wouldn't," Norm pointed out. With that he peeled the blouse off my shoulders and slid it down my arms, tossing it to one side.
I looked down at my bra, a rather skimpy bra that didn't start to contain my breasts. Well, I guess it started to, but only enough to give me a bit of cleavage. I didn't really need the support at my age, but squeezing them together for interesting cleavage is fun. Norm moved behind and I felt the bra loosen, and then it was descending, leaving me exposed to the waist.
Obviously if I was going to protest now was the time. Instead of doing so I looked down at where his hands were now cupping my breasts, his thumbs rolling my nipples about, teasing them erect. I was breathing hard, feeling my breasts swell slightly under his touch. I was also having some interesting reactions in other parts off my body.
His hands moved away from my breasts to my sides and moved downwards. Once he reached my yoga pants his hands slipped inside the waist and poised there, fingers inside my pants, thumbs outside. He looked at me, obviously waiting for a signal, and I was damned if I could give one. Part of me was saying yes and part no, and all of me was just frozen to the spot, waiting. Would he or wouldn't he?
