For a moment I just stared at her, taking in all her body. I reached out with my right hand and touched her breast. It was so large and firm."Take off...your uniform Michelle". I transmitted the message and she stripped down to her lavender panties and bra. Se still stood in a trance. I continued to stroke her breasts and my hands were going to her panties when I heard the door slam shut and..."Dad?" It was Jackson, my son, on break from the University.I grabbed up her uniform and fumbled when. I also told myself that I had to take care of his divorce first. There was no way I intended to let that old slut take him to the cleaners.I have to give Arturo a lot of credit too. He could have simply fired me. I was going to quit, but he told me I could simply work around my own schedule. I could take part in cases and still handle my babysitting job, which was what he called me watching over Chris. Years from now it would pay off for Arturo, but that's another story.Over the years I've come. The overflowing ashtray was perched on a pile of David Eddings books, and heavy rock music perpetually rang out of his stereo. There was no sheet on the mattress, as usual.I ventured up the staircase and met him in the kitchen. We chatted about the evening before. He made some coffee. He was topless and wearing black trousers, his hair tousled with hangover. He yawned and pulled me close, giving me a roughhousing hug/kiss, which soon escalated. His coffee remained forgotten as he fingered me. He seemed quite nice, was attractive, about six foot tall with grey-ish hair and the most piercing blue eyes. He was about fifty five years old I guess. He was asking what I was doing there and did I go there often etc etc. His best friend was getting married for the third time and they were on his stag night, trawling the local bars. Then he started asking me about work and was very interested in my current job and any IT experience, he ended up inviting me to interview for a part time role.