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Left To Babysit | whiteballs | 12

 

"I guess you're right," I add.

I follow her to a somewhat crowded room and lose her at the entrance. I scan the people in the room, trying to find Alice and Alex.

I am surprised to feel a light tap on my shoulder. I turn around and come face-to-face with a raven-haired beauty. She appears to be 38D or probably a 38DD, her yellow ruffle blouse revealing enough cleavage. In response to my questioning look, she says. "Hi, I'm Maria."

I take her hand and shake it. "I'm John. Is there a problem?"

"Are you married?" Maria asks, glancing at my fingers for a ring.

"Yes. Why? Need help zipping or buttoning something?" I reply, trying to sound helpful.

"Nothing really like that," she says hurriedly, pulling me by the hand into the library. It is only when she turns her back that I realize her blouse is backless and her pinstripe lavender mini is somewhat see-through. "So your wife's not home today, huh?"

"Ah...I forgot the ring." I say, trying to justify its absence. "The kids didn't want to be late."

She drags me into a set of carrels. "not private enough," she says, as we proceed between two shelves in the corner.

"What's this all about?" I ask, showing some irritation.

"Well, if you have something else to do, you may leave." She says with a look of dejection.

 

Do I leave?


          no

          yes

 
 

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