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I was babysitting for my mom's friend because they were going out for lunch or dinner or something important that needn't children to be at. So I said Sure. Hey, I got paid, it's cool.

And I'm not sure why this lady didn't tell me she had around six kids for me to babysit all between the ages of ten and six...??? Add in my sister and you've got yourself a friggin' party.

The playstation held them for a couple hours, then they got hungry, so I made them something to eat, and then they wanted story time. I did not have any books that ranged from six-ten in my house. All were either my sister's informational books for the sixth grader, my series of Anita Blake novels ((oh so not for the lil ones)), and my parent's books; law, insurance, healthy eating habits even though your daughters are under weight by twenty pounds, you know the books. So I say to myself Ariel, make up a story. And I did, I made up a story about to boys in love.

Alright, alright, it wasn't to the ages of six and ten and when the kids go home and tell dear mommy about the story I told them, the good Christian that she is will probably flip. This is why candy is worth more than money, by far. Bribe a little here and there, you've got yourself telling kids a short lil yaoi story.

It was fluffy, oh so fluffy, and even the boys were like heart xd SO CUTE! Which... maybe a little bit of bad influence off of me but uh... I'm a walking bad influence that doesn't smoke, drink, or drive. Anyhow... Derek drives by, seeing me act out a short little tale of two lovers bound to love free~ And of course he's got to cut in. So we both pantomime most of it for a couple more hours, and I get thirty. I say Derek, take over, I shall return. Next thing I know, he's going off saying And then they locked the bedroom door and were about to make wet, hot, passionate--- And I stopped him. I jumped around behind the group of kids who were waiting for the last bit of the sentence, making a slashing motion against my throat and he saw and smiled his stupid devilish grin and said Cookies. Thankfully, no one caught the whole "make WET hot passionate cookies in a BEDROOM" so, it was cool.

So far, no calls on WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN TEACHING MY KIDS!??!?! or I'M SEWING YOU!! etc... but I have gotten a very ranting phone call from an ex-friend of mine.. oh well.

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