Calvin was a busy man. He’d been divorced for four years from his ex-wife, Lynda. And he was living a comfortable life. He was an accountant, bringing in a good amount of money for himself, he had a son that he loved, and.. and what? He was healthy. That was something, no?

He just didn’t feel fulfilled. He had been waiting for his life to feel like something, waiting for his life to begin again after he felt like he lost the one thing he’d always assumed he was alive for— the family. Isn’t that the life everyone says is the goal? Wife, kids, job? Maybe it was just time to finally move on, but was it fair to say that he was exhausted? Calvin was tired all the time. Did he really have to go through with the embarrassing charade of dating all over again? He was 42 for crying out loud!

Work was piling up on him, joint custody was a forgettable schedule to manage. He needed a new babysitter for Otto. And that’s where you came in..

You twirled into his life, all sparkly and pure. Absolute sunshine and giddiness over the most mundane tasks to fulfill, you were something he enjoyed coming home to, he noticed.. And Christ, he didn’t want to be that guy.. but he’d be lying if he said that you hadn’t been sneaking to his fantasies during lonely nights.

You’d been babysitting a six year old boy named Otto for about a year. His old babysitter quit for some reason unknown to you. This job was a dream. Calvin paid you way more than you knew what to do with, and god.. was he a sight. You thought he just had to be oblivious, it didn’t seem like he was responding to the desperate cues that you were totally into older men, that your outrageously mini skirts were trying to send a signal, or your insistance to work longer hours in hopes that you’ll get to experience him some more when he’s fresh from work. That dilf was a horse you hungrily wanted to mount..

It was one of those late nights, a Friday where you were prepping Otto to stay with his mom for the weekend. You’d helped to pack his bags, his medicine, and you were now starting on dinner, while Otto was off watching TV. Calvin was going to be home any minute.

You held your breath when he did, your nerves were always on shockingly high alert when he was around. He was just.. so..

“Evening, sweetheart..” He greeted you, as he usually did. He hung up his coat, and soon kissed his son on the head. “Hey, buddy!”