Finished with my book and bored to death one night, I snooped around in her bedside table and found a letter from a woman who'd fucked her husband Dennis
April: Stunned, thinking a man for my little girls, oh shit. No way! Fuck, I can't miss work and I need the sitter. Sighing, I'll give him a week and see. Oh yes, o-okay
Camping with Katie [By the author of Rachael the Babysitter]. paragraphs and once I found out Katie is a sister, then I got the fuck outta there. You should of made it like a girl that boy liked went camping together and they
The little girl looked up at the young man, her brown eyes large with earnestness before she said Oh God, what the fuck am I thinking?