And I'm such a slob, I must've grabbed the same old shirt without washing it."Are you ... are you fucking my mom?" She looked at me, right in the eyes...I was dumbfounded. I didn't answer. I couldn't answer.Then, she shocked me yet again. She started ... laughing."Is this what this is about?" she said. Her beautiful smile had returned. "Do you want to stop visiting me because you're afraid I'll be mad at you for seeing my mom?"She laughed her head off."Oh, God, you're sweet," she said. She gave. "God, I could feel myself shaking as I approached him."Hi, Ladies," he said with a big smile. "This for me?"He took my paper but I turned away quickly and almost ran back the way I had come."Let's go and wait for your phone to ring," she said, once she had caught up with me.We walked side by side for some yards."By the way, my name's Jill," she introduced herself."I'm Sue," I said."Fuck me" she gasped, "watching those studs has got me a little hot." Yeah," I agreed."Good job I've got my. We could accommodate some extra folks, but not the whole Branson area.My daily briefings about all the terrible things going on in the world, very definitely had me wondering how nations held it all together. I saw how delicate the balance power was throughout the world and how easy it would be to knock it to pieces and cause worldwide calamity. The fact that we motored along without a daily battle of Armageddon was as surprising as it was welcome.The occasional king or president died, taking. They missed their favorite babysitter.” Olivia Holt smiled and came into the house. “Thanks Mr. Stevens. It is good to be back in the old neighborhood. LA can be such a drag.” George Stevens eyed the blonde beauty and couldn’t believe how much she had changed from the skinny 14 year old that used to earn extra cash babysitting his sons. Now, standing in front of him, was a gorgeous 18 year old with a face and body most men would die for. She was wearing a tight blue t-shirt and short white.