Mr. Henricks called. Ever since his wife left him, he had become a recluse, I never saw anyone coming or going beside the new babysitter. He never calls me anymore, not now that I'm 20. He usually finds one of the younger girls to watch his kids when he has to go out to meetings, but not tonight. He had always been a handsome silver-haired devil. Often, my hand would wander as I thought of him, but as he called me less and less, he became a distant memory.
Until tonight.
It started the way it usually does. The kids would be in bed and asleep, I was just needed in case they got up. He returned earlier than he normally does, but this time, he was holding a discrete package in his hand.
"Put this on." He handed me the package and I tore it open to find a lacy black lingerie set. My face fl
