Keeping an Eye on Him
It was really weird to get a babysitter for a teenage boy, but they were paying me, so I did it anyway. His mom called him “Tommy” at the door, and pulled me in. “This is Karen, she’s just going to keep an eye on you tonight, while I’m out.” He just looked at me, wide eyed, but all over, which made me blush. His mom said he got in trouble if she left him alone, and he’d fallen in with a bad crowd. Boys that got him arrested for stuff, like shoplifting, vandalizm, breaking into places, and brought home by the cops late at night. I had no idea what I was supposed to do to stop him, but if he left, I guessed I could hang out here until his mom got home. …