It was weird. I was in some stranger’s house left alone to care for two kids yet one of them is practically the same age as me. Shouldn’t he be taking care of himself?

But that figures, considering how much their house is valued and my first impression of Jeremy, I consider them … Pretty well off. And Spoiled.

I just stood there, standing near the window with the sunbeam hitting my face. Probably stood there for ten minutes.

“Hey Miss Boob, when are you going to make lunch?”

Wow this house is pretty grand; I wonder if I could use the hot tub tomorrow. Nah I barely met the kids, I only the met the youngest. Kind of starving right now…

All of a sudden, I felt a force hit my chest. Something was groping me.

I looked down, and there was Jeremy’s smirk filled with malevolence. He was touching my boobs! Without delay, my hand stretched out to slap that little tard across the face. Jeremy looked on with horror, shocked that I smacked him. Then he looked down at his feet, the back up to me, then down again.

Oh no.

He’s going to cry.

Droplets of water fell to the wooden floor. Soon, a whimpering could be heard. Next thing I know, Jeremy is fully fledged and dedicated to crying his heart out!

I know I messed up, but he started it didn’t he? It was an involuntary action; my body moved on its own! I can’t help it if my body is trying to prepare me against dangerous situations!

However, this wasn’t a dangerous situation for me physically, but it may severely be dangerous for my job. I cannot lose this job even though I only had it for an hour.

I MUST GO ON.

Before I could console him and apologize, Jeremy with his tear stricken face ran up to the stairs.

He made sure he caused a scene by tripping the stairs at least once or twice.

It was sure a sight to see, me looking on incredulously with a look that can only define pure confusion and amazement. Jeremy on the other hand, rolled around the stairs bellowing out that I had hurt him greatly, yelling at me with his snot-filled face of his pointing to his left cheek that left a visible red hand mark.

He called for his brother, crying out that I hurt him and tried to punch him. I could hear Jeremy having a conversation, and next thing I know I hear a door close shut and muffled crying.

So again, I just stood there. This may be a very weird summer for me. I’m pretty scared now.