I never understood the whole thing about baby sitters sleeping with their kids parents? I mean how unrealistic is that? The girls at lunch in school talk about the middle aged people's kids they watch so they can go see a movie or catch a meal away from home without kids and they in no way look like Orlando Bloom or Amy Adams.
Zoey, who I study with in Calculus, told me that she loves who she works for and that the dad is really hot and sexy. Zoey has been acting strange lately in the last month and for some reason can no longer hang out with the rest of us on Fridays? When I saw her late one Friday night, as I walked my dog, she had a glazed look in her eyes and almost seemed hungover and looked really disheveled. I guess the Anderson's two kids are kind of rough on her?
My name is Yasmin. I'm about 5'3" tall, 19 years old as of early May and in my senior year of high school. I wear dark framed glasses and have long blonde hair and play violin in the orchestra. I have a 40D chest I am very proud of but, my ass and thighs are too big in my opinion.
I tell you all this because I'm just an average girl. Nothing special ever happens to me. At least that's what I thought. Then I excepted a job with the Wilson's. The Wilson's live behind me on the other side of the block. Hank and Jenny are average looking and in their mid 40's. Hank is 6' even, balding and has a "dad" bod. He is a long haul truck driver. His wife Jenny is a walking, talking look alike for Merida from "Brave" except she's a fully grown woman who stands 5'5" with wild red curly hair and a half decent figure with 36D breasts and very pale skin and taught Health at my high school.
Their tween daughter is a look a like of her mom and has her father's eyes. She is well behaved and easy to watch to be honest. The Wilson's love to travel both with and without their daughter. I was first hired to watch Elizabeth for a date here or there until they really liked me and I certainly loved them and how well behaved and Elizabeth.
So getting a text from Hank to ask about house sitting for them for the long Memorial Day weekend was a no-brainier. Little did I know that I was the one who would "get away" in a manner of speaking. Hank and Jenny "left" on a Thursday and had me come in that afternoon to start watching their home. There was a note on the island with $ 100 cash for take out, a few reminders about the mail and feeding their cat and a really nice P.S. about making use of anything in the house I want, "Me Casa Su Casa!"
So looking around and not feeling like a movie or reading at the moment. I had my eye on their hot tub. The problem is I didn't bring a swim suit. And anything Jenny had would never fit me so for the first time ever I said, "Fuck it! And went "au natural!"