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Erotica | Age Gap | Dark | Twisted | 500 Word Challenge
My Babysitter Needs Roadside Assistance
I was happy to help her with whatever she needed
“I’m going to take a nap,” my wife says as my cell phone rings.
“It’s Becki,” I say, wrinkling my brow with concern and answering on speakerphone. “Mr. Landry, I’m stuck. My car broke down. My parents are gone, and I don’t know what to do.”
My wife’s face creases with concern. Becki is our eighteen-year-old babysitter. She’d just left about 20 minutes ago after watching our two kids for the long weekend. It was Sunday morning, and we had nothing to do. I shrug, and my wife nods.
“Text me your location, and I’ll come to you,” I say as my wife leans against me and kisses my cheek.
“You’re such a good guy. I’m going to lie down. Take care of Becki,” she says as she heads to our bedroom.
“It might be a while,” I say to her retreating backside. She waves in acknowledgment, and I see Becki’s text…
