I even pick up the odd babysitting gig, partly for pocket money (students loans, apartment rent, office rent... ) but mostly so I can chat to more kid... and work out what makes them tick. There are perhaps half a dozen girls and a couple of boys I know well who have “perfect” lives. Y’know the kind: they’re polite without being timid, bright without being nerdy; sporty without being dense; confident but not arrogant, and just generally well-rounded, undamaged kids. Two caring parents at home,. On friday night just chilling infront of netflix when suddenly my light went off tv and allthe backyard door slammed open ''who is this?''''its daddy and his friend''''what the fuck?''''get him''and i endup fighting the 4 hands on my couch trying to get my cloth ripped offuntil they succededass slapped doddy , hold by them calling me a white boy slut ''stop stop i dont know you''i bright flashlight on my face , naked as a worm , not seing them blinded by the light''there we brought you proper. Gina was choking and trying to push Phil away but he kept a tight hold. “Go on honey you can do it,” she heard Alex shout out.“Gina, Gina, Gina,” the football lads started chanting as if they were at match.As soon as she reached his balls, Phil let her go. “Fuck you’re amazing, I wish my wife was more like you,” he stated without a care for his wife. Gina suddenly realised she didn’t know if these men were married, had girlfriends are were single. She was letting them cheat on their partners. She was a cute little punk rock kind of girl with long pale legs extending under my dash and a tiny little body barely filling the seat. I admit I chose a place where I hoped to explore that body as I had been exploring her mind and personality online. We arrived in a hush, and the usual feelings of uncertainty crept into the air. When it’s new and exciting, every look and breath of wind seems to have meaning, and into this over laden stillness we plunged. I took a blanket from my car and we.