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The Babysitter (PM x CP)

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CaptainPeriwinkle

Super-Earth
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"I want those reports on my desk in the morning." His boss said to him in a pretty firm tone. Walter Franks could only reply with a nod. He was deep in thought processing another set of reports for his company. The work never stopped, and the "In" box on his desk was always stacked to the ceiling with claims. Such was life as one of the largest insurance companies on the East Coast. The work never stopped and there was always some deadline to meet. It meant the man was spending a fortune on babysitters because he spent so much time at the office. After finishing a few more reports, he let out a groan and leaned back in his chair to clear his head for a moment. His wife was out of town for business, and he was stuck at the office which meant he would need to extend the babysitter for tonight. Something that wasn't out of the ordinary on a given night for him. Grabbing his cup, he stood and made his way to the breakroom. The boss didn't seem to care about breaks, unless the work wasn't getting done but Walter was almost always on time. After refilling his cup with coffee, he took a seat before he typed out a quick message.

"Have to stay late at the office again, can you stay?"

With that, he took another few moments to himself before he made his way back to his desk. He didn't even bother checking his phone, it was almost always okay with the babysitter. Besides, he was paying her double after 5 PM and would often stay until 9 PM at the job. Luckily enough, his kids loved their babysitter. His oldest son, 9, already had a huge crush on her and his youngest daughter, 4, looked up to her like a role model. If only they were a little bit older, and he could let them stay by themselves every once in awhile. Still, the family babysitter did a great job and the Franks family paid her pretty handsomely. The tips were great and they always got her something nice for Christmas and her birthday. In a weird way, she was almost apart of the family.

Around 11 PM that night, Walter finally finished the stack of claims. There was nothing more satisfying than looking at the "In" box on his desk and seeing nothing. Standing up and stretching, his eyes were tired. His desk was lit by a little desk lamp he had gotten awhile back, and when he looked around, he realized he was the only one left at the office. All of the other cubicles were empty, and the cleaning crew was there vacuuming the floors. Making his way out of the building, he waved goodbye to them before getting in his car and driving back to his house. It was a decent sized house, two stories in the middle of a rural neighborhood. His wife was a high profile lawyer, travelling all around the country and taking care of criminal cases wherever she went. She was often gone for weeks, even months at a time, but it was worth it for the money she brought in. Walter didn't make bad money, he just had to work a lot harder than his wife. As he pulled into the driveway, he received a text from his wife. It read: "Have to stay in Phoenix a little longer. Sorry babe." With a sigh, he put his phone away, gathered his briefcase and made his way inside his home.

Closing the door behind him, he set his briefcase down. It felt as though it had been awhile since he had seen his kids, and it had. He had been working himself to the bone trying to provide, and it had been awhile since he had taken a day off. Fishing into his pocket to grab the cash he had withdrawn on the drive home, he made his way into the kitchen looking for his babysitter.
 
The sound of the car pulling up to the driveway startled Kimmy Soyers as she sat on the living room couch of her employer’s home. The kids were long in bed, another night of being extended due to Mr. Franks late night work hours. Though Kimmy didn’t mind at all, in fact the closing of the car door outside interrupted her from her favorite nighttime activity after the kids were in bed. Hand down her black cotton short shorts she huffed as she heard Mr. Franks arrive home. She was so close to cumming that she carnally wished she could just finish despite the extra presence. But surely she would be fired if she did.

Instead by the time Mr. Franks arrived into the kitchen, Kimmy had repositioned herself at the kitchen counter bar stool, pretending to work on her homework on a laptop. Her brown hair wrapped in a bun seemed to bounce as her head snapped to look at him. The weary businessman was dressed up and tired looking, though it made Kimmy seem underdressed in her short shorts, and green tank top. Her pink bra straps were visible twisting with the straps of her top, a small sliver of skin on her abdomen as she turned her body to face him.

“Hey Mr. Franks.” The girl, bright and positive ray of sunshine greeted him. She leaned forward a bit in her chair, inadvertently accentuating the shape of her young ass in her shorts.
 
As Walter walked into the kitchen, he knew he was looking quite rough. His collar was unbuttoned, his tie loosely dangled around his neck, he normally immaculate posture nonexistant with his shoulders drooping from a long and arduous day. Instead of his usual long strides, he shuffled his feet across the floor, too tired to even pick them up for each individual step. Setting his briefcase down on the dinner table, he looked up at her for a brief moment. "Hey Kimmy." He said before making his way to the refrigerator. "How were they tonight?" He asked, gathering some leftovers and a beer before returning to the counter she was working at.

He didnt even bother hearing his food up as he cracked the beer taking a large swig before grabbing a fork from the silverware drawer. Taking a large bite, he listened to her stories about his own children. He didnt mind what she wore, after all she was a young woman and it was the middle of summer. It was really no wonder why his son Bruce had a crush on her. Kimmy was often times the only person he would talk to in a day. His boss would talk at him, there wasnt much room for a conversation and his coworkers, like him, were too busy working to actually hold down a meaningful conversation.

"Thanks again for staying late tonight." He said, fishing in his pocket for a decent sized wad of cash before tossing it onto the counter. "Sorry, all the bank had was twenties. I included a nice tip for you for sacrificing your Friday night for me." He said as he took another bite, just trying to choke down some nutrition. Some days, he hardly had time for lunch. "Say." He said as he swallowed his food. "Thresa is going to be out of town for another couple of weeks. I guess the case is going on linger than she thought. What does your next couple of weeks look like?"
 
Mr. Franks was a nice guy in Kimmy’s eyes, always was kind to her and wasn’t too pushy about how she handled the kids. It didn’t seem like he had much time to be like that, often he looked stressed out and tired when she saw him, a zombie after the office. Telling her stories about the night with the kids she recollected all the details to him, who behaved, who was bad, what was funny. It was almost enjoyable to tell him these sorts of stories, like giving a report someone actually wanted to listen to. Kimmy being part of a big family at home rarely got that one on one conversation time so she enjoyed these moments to tell the boss how the day went.

“But overall the kids were good as always.” She shrugged her petite shoulders, slipping her laptop into her bag. As the wad of cash rolled across the counter her eyes went wide, stopping it with her hand before it slipped off the edge she gasped.

“Mr. Franks this is too much... really they are so easy.” She felt a bit guilty having only moments earlier been fingering herself on the job. Who knew she would get paid so much for doing that.

“But my next couple of weeks are pretty open. Just studying over the summer.” She shrugged once more, undoing the bun of her hair and letting its waves fall to her shoulders.

“When do you need me next?” The small frame of the girl now stood in front of Mr. Frank, looking up at him with a smile.
 
When she recounted the night, he was listening to her quite intently. He almost felt as though he were raising his kids vicariously through their babysitter. Hell, at this point, they probably viewed Kimmy as more of their parent than either hinself or Thresa. Neither of them were ever around, and she always seemed to be there. It was a tough price to pay, but both he and his wife and had well paying jobs and were sacrificing their own time to provide for their children. He shook his head when she mentioned her pay. "You are doing a great job and you deserve to be compensated for it fairly." He said as he began walking her towards the door.

Stopping and thinking for a second, he realized that he wasnt going to get much time off. It was almost their heavy season, which meant work was going to be much more slammed than it usually was. "Could you come tomorrow?" He asked her as he laid eyes on what she was wearing for the first time. He took in her appearance for a moment, realizing just how ling it had been since he had done anything remotely intimate with his wife. He didnt blame her though, it wasnt her fault. With both their work schedules, it was tough to set aside any time in general. "What classes are you taking, are you in college now?" He asked her finally. He hadn't asked too many personal questions about her in the past, but at this point he was almost desperate for any human interaction.

After a few more moments of small talk, he stepped towards her. "Wow, that tank top certainly looks comfortable." He said ad he reached out. Before he touched it, he glanced at her. "Do you mind if I feel how soft it is?" He asked slowly. "My wife has been looking for some nice loungewear." He said making up an excuse
 
Walking ahead of Mr. Franks towards the door Kimmy kept a casual stride. She didn’t have much of an ass, but it was enough to tantalize with each rock of her hips and extension of her leg into a long step.

“Well thank you Mr. Franks, you are too sweet.” She playfully frowned but quickly turned it back into a smile, embarrassed to be compensate so much.

“And yeah I can come tomorrow.” Her red lips met with a juicy smack amidst her words. “I am waiting for classes to start this next semester at community college. Not sure what I am taking yet, but I will soon.” She clenched her bag to her stomach as she stood there in the foyer.
“Uh tomorrow morning right I assume?” Her eyebrows moved with a curiosity. “Maybe if you are working late nights and early mornings I can just come and stay on a few of the work days, since its just back and forth.” Kimmy had a bit of a commute back home, thirty minutes until her own bed amidst her huge family could be attained. Cursing her luck for not getting higher grades to go out of state for college, staying at the Franks’ house would be a godsend and much quieter.

Mr. Franks request to touch her top did take her surprise though, his hand reaching out earned a blank stare as it neared. Yet Kimmy trusted the Franks a lot, smiling she nodded and acknowledged Mr. Frank’s observation.

“It is really comfy, I could lounge around all day in them.” She even went so far as to pull the fabric at her chest forward for him to feel, her pink bra peaking underneath.
 
"Sure, I mean if you need a place to crash for a bit, I'm sure Thresa would be fine giving you the guest room for a bit." He said with a smile. "My wife loves you and would be more than happy to help you out with whatever it was you needed." He said as he finally reached out and touched the fabric catching a glimpse of her bra in the process. "I think our house is a lot closer to the community college anyway." He said as he let go. That being said, he wasnt ready for her to leave quite yet.

"Why dont I show you the guest room?" He asked her with a smile. "Itll take just a sec. I think the kids would love to have you around all the time." He said as he started to head up the stairs. It was a relatively short walk to the guest room. Opening the door, he let Kimmy take a look inside. It was a pretty spacious room with a queen sized bed. "Try out the bed if you want." He said with a smile. "The only rule is you probably wouldnt be able to bring any boyfriends around." He said with a shake of the head. "At least not with the kids."

All the while, Walter's eyes remained fixated on the teens body. Her clothing didnt do much for the imagination, and his imagination was running wild. "When do you think you would need to move in or set up a little home base for yourself?" He asked her with a warm smile
 
It seemed like the idea of her staying there during his busy time was received well, almost more so than Kimmy had intended. It wasn’t like she was asking to move in or anything, just camp out while Teresa was out of town at least. Though as Mr. Franks showed her to the guest room she certainly was not complaining, this would be more room than she ever had before, and most importantly would be her own room to herself unlike at home.

Walking into the room she was all smiles, setting her bag down next to the door she stepped into the dark room.
“Don’t worry Mr. Franks, I surely don’t have one of those.” She slid her hand over the dresser against the wall and inched towards the bed. It was very spacious, and even had a very nice view out of the window.

Next to the bed she stopped, back to Mr. Franks she felt the comfort of the blankets folded neatly across the mattress.
“Well I can always grab some stuff at home and bring it back with me tomorrow before you go to work. This way you don’t have to rush home from the office while Mrs. Franks is gone.” She suggested, climbing on to the bed to test it out. It may be inappropriate to be so free in the guest bedroom since it wasn’t officially hers yet, but on all fours she took in the comfort of it.

On all fours Kimmy still had her rear to Mr. Franks, the older teenager unaware what sort of view she was giving. Her cotton shorts were tugged to the side slightly, showing clearly she wore no panties that evening, pink sex prickly with the smallest hint of hairs and glistening still from her pass time prior to Mr. Franks arriving home.
 
The father of two beautiful children was having a hard time keeping himself from her. He was a large man, and to those who didnt know him, he could have quite the intimidating stature. When he was standing with perfect posture, he stood at 6'6. He had dreams of playing basketball professionally once, but a horrific knee injury in college quelled those dreams before they even began. He still got to keep his full ride scholarship, and ended up finishing his degree in finance. Eventually, it led him to his current job and after more than a dozen pay raises, he found himself in this rut. When he had met his wife, she was the prettiest cheerleader and now she hardly looked at hin like she had done once before.

His heart pounded, knowing everything could change rather quickly depending on his next actions. Still, he took in the sight of the teen on all fours, and while she may not have noticed it, he could see everything. His breathing slowed for a second. He was losing the will to fight. His own desired and frustrations beginning to take over. He was paralyzed, staring and watching. Closing the door behind him, he took another step towards her.

Reaching out, he ran his finger through the perfect valley that represented her sex through her cotton shorts. He could only imagine what her much smaller body looked like underneath him. His hands looked very large against her teen body, much less his frame against hers.

He knew he shouldnt go any further. He knew he was risking everything, but his wife hadn't exactly helped the situation. Before he knew he had reared his hand back and placed a firm slap against her rear
 
The frustration of being interrupted in her alone time activity had almost been forgotten. Kimmy was feeling the soft top layer of blankets with her hand with little care in the world as she heard the door close. Nothing about that sound registered in her mind.

“This is a really soft bed Mr. Franks, I don’t think I... eeeahhh.” The feeling of the mans fingers running across her wet slit made her draw in a long breath and gasp. Kimmy having already aroused herself previously may have even leaned back into his hand for all she knew. Yet with a quick smack of Mr. Frank’s hand against her rear she snapped back into reality. Quickly she flipped over, cheeks flush red as she cupped her hand over her crotch and she leaned back in the bed.

“Mr. Franks... I uh...” a nervous laugh accompanied her big doe eyes as she looked up at the imposing black man. The little white girl didn’t know how to feel right now, the touch obviously invigorating yet totally unexpected. Simply looking up at her employer she waited got a reason, both of why he did or why they should keep going.

A carnal and primal part of her deep down hoped he gave her a good reason. But the conscious Kimmy was nervous.
 
Part of him wanted to spill his guts. He wanted to tell her about his recent marital troubles. He wanted to tell her about how he long expected his wife was cheating on him. He wanted to give her some sob story about what he was thinking and how clouded his mind was. He wanted to do all that and more, but he didnt. He knew his actions had taken her by surprise but based on her reaction it wasnt like she had been appalled by it. In fact, Walter thought she may have leaned into his finger.

Instead of saying anything, he met eyes with her. Pushing her onto her back, he grabbed at her shorts, pulling them as well as her panties off with them. Finally, he opened his mouth. "I'm sorry Kimmy " he said almost teary eyed. He took another second to unbutton his own pants. "I promise you, this will be much better if you dont fight " he said, almost as though he were giving her some advice.

"Remember, my kids are sleeping in the other room, you wouldnt want to wake them." He said and then he was ontop of her. His large hands finding hers before pinning her against the bed easily
 
The push backwards was met with nothing but compliance, the younger girl’s mouth falling open slightly put of wonder and nervousness, an anxiety painted on her face as she she still did not comprehend what was happening. Like a flash he had de-pantsed her, a glistening flower of fertile young woman bore for display to the older man, natures calling in the air as her pheromones beckoned him in to her like a swan song.

Mr. Franks reassurances earned him a nod from Kimmy, a wide eyed girl did not resist, did not say a word, but did slightly spread her legs. She knew what to do, it was not her first time, but certainly was her first black cock.

She shook her head to acknowledge that she didn’t want to wake the kids, it took a long time to get them to bed afterall. Kimmy only lay there, looking up at a man she never considered to be a potential mate, her mind filled with boy bands and cute college boys, the older man passed by her radar all up until the moment he slipped off her pants.

He had unbuttoned his pants, but his cock was still elusive under his boxers, Kimmy only could imagine based on stereotypes what she was in store for. The young girl was not sure if she should be nervous or aroused by the thought of his long black cock.

As he pinned her to the bed a bit of fear crossed her face, her eyes meeting his almost pleading non verbally with him to be gentle.
 
The smell of her sex, he arousal, filled the air and wafted into his nostrils. It was a smell that he recognized quite well. In his youth, he had been quite the lady killer. He was strong, tall, muscular, and black. In college, he had a new girlfriend every other week. Hell, sometimes he had had two or three girlfriends at a time. Then, he met his wife, and she easily tamed him with marriage and two kids. He wasn't the ball player he used to be, and age quickly grabbed hold of him. Sometimes he wished he was back in his youth. In his days as a promising basketball star. He was going to make his mark on the world once, and now those were all but pipe dreams. The difference between his past and now filled him with regret. Regret for getting hurt. Regret that he had fallen in love with Thresa. Regret that he could never go back into the past. Regret soon turned into anger.

Every night, Walter would reminisce. He would think about how great things were without a wife and how things could have been different. Even now, with a nearly naked teen girl in front of him, he didn't realize how much things would change if his wife found out. She would probably take the kids and leave him but the pale girl in front of him was far too tantalizing for the insurance broker from south Philadelphia to resist. Besides, she seemed to be complying with him, whether it be out of fear or out of sheer want, Walter was still unsure. Easily he gathered her smaller wrists in one of his hand allowing his free hand to reach towards his slacks and his boxers, pulling them down and revealing that indeed the rumors were true. He was as well hung as the stereotypes would have young, teen, white woman to believe.

Licking his fingers, almost as a courtesy for Kimmy, he reached down and rubbed her slit. Based on the glistening, he knew it was already semi-lubed but he figured he would help her out a little bit. From there, there was no more talking and no foreplay. He wanted what he wanted, and he really didn't care about what Kimmy wanted. He positioned the head of his member at Kimmy's awaiting teen sex before he began to push it inside of her. Inch by inch of his cock disappeared inside the teen girl. Walter closed his eyes relishing the feeling. It was almost nostalgic for him to take Kimmy like this.
 
A sharp breath from her plump red lips welcomed Mr. Franks inside of her, his head spreading her pink labia open and feeding his member into her. Being held down she almost wanted to grab her legs and open them more, the immense pressure of him inside of her causing some discomfort yet sensual feeling of being filled by a true man. The boys who knew her in this way previously did not even approach this size, the tightness of her walls evidence of that as eye twitches and labored breathing signaled her discomfort and pleasure.

“Its so big....” her words marred by gasping and breathing as her legs kicked and scrambled to open more. The girl was looking for more room, more room to put this man inside of her body as he endlessly pushed in. She wondered if there was an end to the feeling of him entering her, will he ever pull backwards. The pressure was so far up her body she was sure that he was pushing her stomach, yet no complaints left her mouth. The discomfort and breathing just growing pains of being stretched by her boss.

“Oh god!” Her exclamation a bit louder than expected, she instantly bit her lip to quiet herself, eyes tearing up just a bit, legs now open and in the air as she let him explore her further with his cock.
 
Boy oh boy was the teen babysitter quite tight, but Walter was still amazed at how much of his cock her body was able to take. Slowly, and as gently as he could, he kept pushing. He would groan and grunt, her pussy tightening around like a vice. Finally, their hips touched. Then, he began to pull his member out of her. His cock was slick with her arousal

"Why didnt you tell me you were such a slut." Walter said, parts of his youth coming back out. He was a misogynistic asshole at one point or another, but the women back then loved it. Here he was, completely dominating his teen babysitter, and his wife or his kids were nowhere near his thoughts. "Maybe we should have you move in full time." He mused outloud thinking a little harder about how much he could ruin her.

His hips began to pick up steam, driving his cock on and out of her. Eventually, his hands left her, finding the bed on either side of her smaller body and serving as anchor points for him to continue to use the poor teen as his own, personal cock warmer
 
The eyes of a girl who did not know how to answer that sort of question looked up at him. Innocent eyes of Kimmy experiencing her first black cock. His rocking of his hips made her gasp and moan, her song of sensual pleasure slipping from her lips more and more as her fed his tube into her. Her muscles contracting around the length of him with each pass by her lips. She was a bare sort of girl, hairless where it counted, she could feel their juices all over her as he picked up his pace.

Mr. Franks then suggested she should move in full time, in mud stroke as he fucked her. Kimmy had not even fathomed how they came to this position yet, however Mr. Franks seemed keen to make it happen again. The younger girl was not sure what she wanted, doubts crossed her mind as the serious and family friendly Kimmy feared the implications of the situation.

But then her pussy began to warm, slowly but surely it warmed up to the point there was no refuting it. Mouth hanging open Kimmy gave out more song to her boss, moaning and humming the pleasures of being fucked by his huge cock. If any doubt still remained in her mind, it would be set aside for now as her muscles began to tighten, her orgasam that she was denied as Mr. Franks came home earlier now arriving and pulsing around his rod, the brunette’s eyes rolling back.

“I’m cum...” was all she said, one of the few things she said this whole encounter. Her pussy continued to produce a tidal wave of orgasmic pulses until finally she lay back relaxed, hands above her head snd head turned to allow him to finish his own pleasures. She avoided eye contact for now, looking at the wall as she bobbed up and down with his thrusts.
 
It wasnt too surprising how quickly she came, though he hadn't known what she was doing before he had shown up. Only the most daring women tried the black cock and most of them loved it. He continued to pump into her, and as she turned away, his free hand forced her head back to look at him. Of course he had wanted her to move in for very selfish reasons and she was making it quite obvious that she wasnt one for arguments.

His punks slowed just a little bit. Instead of frantic pumping, Walter was down to slow, methodical, and powerful thrusts. Each pump shook the bed as their hips collided. He grunted and groaned. Pulling out for just a moment, he reached down and grabbed her arm. Flipping her onto her stomach, he entered her once more. His hands found her hips as he continued his assault.

Finally, after another few moments, with one final pump he came. Letting out a loud groan, he pumped his seed into her. The whole ordeal lasted for a few moments before he pulled out. Looking down at her, he smiled. "Stay the night. I'll need you here tomorrow." He said before pulling his pants up. It was more of a suggestion but his gruff voice made it sound like something else
 
She was so... full. Beyond his cock being giant and filling the girl from brim to guts, his seed seemed to be endless. As he left her she gushed with his white fluid, her young slit fully fertilized as she lay there on her stomach. Her expression was rather docile, even when he had turned her head to look at him her eyelids were droopy and expression sort of distant. Now she only looked at him with one eye, rest of her face buried in the sheets of the bed as she leaked his essence.

“Ok...” she meekly replied to his demand to stay the night. She had thought about it before he mounted her, since it was late anyways. But now she was even more tired and sore, the trip home felt like a bit much. Yet even staying here most nights would she get used to being so... filled, like that every night? Kimmy watched Mr. Franks leave, only moving to wipe herself with an unused blanket. Though as much sperm she wiped away more would pour out. This would continue until she fell asleep.
 
By the time she had woken up the next day, Walter would have gone to work. Even with the late night with Kimmy last night, he still had a job to maintain and do. He had woken up a little earlier than he nirnally would have, and ran to one of the local diners. He ordered a family size platter of eggs, sausage, bacon, and toast and stashed it all in the oven. There was even a little jug of coffee on the counter for her. Of course, it would likely be cold by the time she would gave gotten to it, but he had bought her and his kids breakfast.

Did he feel bad about what transpired last night? Maybe a little, but the results spoke for themselves. He was rejuvenated that morning, and walked with a little more pep in his step. She had helped him more than she would ever know. She probably viewed him as some kind of monster, but he was just a regular guy trying to get by in the world. At least, that was what he told himself. Next to the jug of coffee, Kimmy would find a note and a key. It read:

Here is your key for the house.
Pick up anything you may need.
Please do not leave the kids alone for longer than you have to.
Enjoy breakfast

Walt.

He wouldnt impede her at her job, her main priority was still to tend the kids, but he could certainly get used to having her around. Hell, he had already texted his wife and let her know that Kimmy would be staying with them for awhile and as expected, she had agreed. What she didnt know wouldn't kill her, right?
 
It was indeed late when Kimmy finally arose. The yelling of the kids at each other catching her ears as she still lay naked snd face down on her new bed. A shiver coated her as she became aware of her state, shooting up she sat there on the edge of the bed thinking about whether anything about last night was real. However an aching in her abdomen where Mr. Franks had opened her to new lengths and the stains of cum on her sheets certainly answered that question.

For a long moment she contemplated it all, the memory of him holding her down on the bed, pushing inch after inch of himself inside of her small teen body. What about Mrs. Franks and the kids? What had she done by letting this happen. Grasping her head she felt a bit of an ache, though she still had a job to do and kids that needed her. After another several moments she got up from the bed and put on the same clothes from last night.

The children of course noticed she wore the same clothes, teasing her for it though they did not know why. Getting them ready and fed Kimmy certainly appreciated the fact she didn’t need to make breakfast, she was quite sore after all.

As she took the note from the counter she read it several times, no mention of last night or anything of the sort on it. Was she bad?! No she couldn’t think like that. Though something bothered her about the note in general, frustration creeping up in her. “Don’t be gone too long.” Like he was her master!

Crumpling up the note in her hand she tossed it across the kitchen. Putting her hands on her hips she huffed snd didn’t eat a bite of what he provided.

“Its fine hun eat your food.” She would respond to the children when they asked if she was ok. Clearly their babysitter was upset by something, but it would not register in their minds.

Over the course of the day the frustration stewed in her, she didn’t go home to get anything. She didn’t know what she even wanted, just that she was mad.

As the day pressed on she eventually put the children to bed, fully intent on giving Mr. Franks a piece of her mind when he got home.
 
It was another long night at the office, but this one had been more bearable than any night he could remember. He got all of his work done and turned in and he was a little early. He hadn't felt this good since he was a newlywed and passion was flying in his relationship with his wife. He stopped to grab dinner on his way home. It was his favorite a bucket of KFC all dsek meat and a large portion of almost every side. He knew even cold his kids would live to eat the leftovers.

He walked in promptly at 7 pm. He knew the kids were in bed. He had a large smile on his face, knowing what was waiting for him when he arrived home. To celebrate, he even stopped by the store and a nice big bottle of white wine.

Entering the room, he walked by the dining room quickly. He quickly changed into a pair of sweats and a tee shirt. Grabbing a side table, he placed it next to his big arm chair. He was strong enough to move the table and the food order st the same time.

Turning on the game, he walked through the kitchen. Grabbing the bottle of wine from earlier before he finally set out to look for her
 
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