I was feeling somewhat sexy, I guess because it was Valentines and we were going out to dinner. I’m thinking a little romance tonight! I slipped int... a black dress that stopped just above the knees. The top was also black, imitation silk but done up in good taste. The last button on the blouse was fastened just above my breasts. The few extra pounds wasn’t all the unflattering because my breasts were now a 36d. Now my husband is always ready to fondle my breasts and when he does fondle my tits. In a small town like this, such a tawdry story, if true, would go nationwide. I could get a job out of this berg, and write my own ticket. I could work as a Washington correspondent for public radio, be a political analyst for one of the networks, or even host my own commentary program. The sky was the limit. That's what I liked about my job. Sure, it was nowhere, but it had potential. And I was my own boss. I was the news reporter for a small town, 1000-watt radio station. And I had delusions. What young boy wanted some sissy girl to watch him when they could have an older guy come over and hang out. It was like not having a baby-sitter at all.Six weeks after he posted the notice, Scott had done nine baby-sitting jobs. Tonight he was at the home of Dr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald. It was the third time he'd sat for them, they seemed to have a function to go to almost every Friday night. They were already his favorite customers.The reason the Fitzgeralds were his favorites were several. First. It was as if by joining my life force with his, I had bonded him to me in some weird way.I was sitting beside James when the Major rolled in. To my surprise, he came over and gave me a hug. “Gave you a scare, didn’t he?” he said softly.Oddly, his compassion made me want to cry. I nodded and sucked up the sob. “The Doc says he is one lucky son of a bitch. If you girls hadn’t acted so swiftly, he would have died.”“I couldn’t lose him,” I said with my choked-up voice.“Yeah, it gets like that when.