Clarice’s babysitting

Things have calmed down since my last birthday bash, and my sexual frustration, although still present, is now manageable. Basically, l do not have it constantly on my mind.

High school started. It is no different than middle school. I am still totally invisible by everyone, students and teachers. I do not say much in class, l do not say much out of class. Sara and l barely have classes together. So it is mostly little good old me, by myself.

At home, things are the same. My parents are sort of tolerating each other. I started to grow some anger towards my mom on how she makes my dad feel. My father works and spend time with his male friends. But he went more to their places now than them coming over. So l couldn’t really see anyone, and to be honest, l missed them.

I was continuing babysitting Daniel. I could babysat him a few hours weekly, and occasionally on a Saturday evening where Jack goes out dancing and trying to meet someone. He was in full singles mode now, even though the divorce was not official yet. And still, l could find wedding pictures around the house of Jack and his wife that Quark took on the wedding day.

Yeah Quark is a photographer and does take professional pictures in his spare time, black room in his basement and all.

On those particular Saturday nights, l slept over his place. This was okay with Jack and my parents. And it gave me some extra cash.

That night was one of them.

I suddenly opened my eyes woke up on the couch and wondered what happened. Then l remembered that Daniel was currently sleeping, and l wanted to do some homework, but probably fell asleep while doing so. I slept sideways and could feel the drool on the couch cushion. My summer skirt (it was one of those hot days of September) rolled itself up above my hips, exposing my panties. My t-shirt was upwards also but not that much. Just enough to show my waistline.

I could hear the clicking of the front door.