Jennifer heard the door bell ringing. There was someone at their door. Maybe it was a customer for her mother and grandmother but there was 17-year-old boy teenage boy instead ringing their door bell.
“Is this the Smith residence? You said you needed a babysitter for Jennifer?” The unfamiliar boy asked from Sylvia and Mary.
“You are at the right place. Jenny! Your babysitter is here!” Sylvia shouted from the front door. “Come say hi to him and make him feel like home.”
Jennifer went closer and she sensed that her mother wanted to have a talk.
“Jenny. We’ll be back in four hours. Treat him as if he was your first customer.” Jennifer’s mother Sylvia whispered to Jennifer. “If you make him happy enough. You could one day join with us to the master bedroom.”
What was she thinking. That teenage boy was her babysitter. Also Jennifer was way too young to join her mother and grandma’s debauchery lifestyle. Jennifer expressed her concern to her mom and asked if this was something she really wanted her to do.
“What are you talking about Jenny? That’s why I called him here. Oops. Jennifer. You are an adult now. Way back when my mom, I mean grandma Mary, and her mom started their careers as escorts with their babysitters at your age and I had my first customer while great-grandma Tress was living with us. You should be celebrating and be happy that your mommy thinks for your best. Why are you moping all of a sudden? Yesterday you were so happy to meet him. We went great lengths to convince him to come here. Remember?” Sylvia whispered to Jennifer.
“Mom! Can’t you see I’m too young to be an escort. I should be at school studying and getting an educated.” Jennifer explained to her mother.
“Jenny. First of all. You are an adult. Second. You were the one who picked him. Why are you acting like this all of the sudden? Did something happen?” Sylvia tried to explain to Jennifer.
Jennifer felt that her mother was making excuses on top of excuses and was manipulating Jennifer to do this with a silent big ‘or else’ attitude. It was clear from her face that there was some context missing as Jennifer wasn’t quite sure herself if she had asked her mom to do this or was this just her mom’s way to manipulate her to do these things. Jennifer felt that Sylvia didn’t feel like her mother anymore but a stranger with visible daddy issues. Was Sylvia trying her best to project her own bad feelings on to her or what was going on here. Jennifer didn’t want to press her luck with her mother any further and gave up. She had to play nice with her mother if she wanted to grow older the next day.
“Fine mom. I get it. You want that I talk and do things with him. I understand. Can I just give him couple of kisses on the cheek and start from there?” Jennifer asked.
“Well kissing is a good start and if you don’t feel like it. Just improvise. That’s what I did. Let him choose. Read from his body language what he wants to do and try to make him happy. Okay? You are my daughter so you should know how to do this.“ Sylvia explained.
Sylvia have had enough of pep talk with her daughter and pushed Jennifer in front of the boy.
“Sorry about that. You are Jenny’s first babysitter and she felt a bit scared.” Sylvia explained to the teenager.
“That’s okay Miss Smith.” The boy smiled and knelt down to greet Jennifer. “Hi. My name is Steven. I heard from your mother that you like to play with your toys?”
“Hi Steven. I guess I like them. Umm. Would you like to come to my room to look at them. I want to show all them for you.” Jennifer asked from the boy and winked her eye to her mother. In truth Jennifer had other plans and wanted to be on her mother's good side before Sylvia left the house with grandma.
“Okay. Sounds fun. Let’s go to your room then.” Steven followed Jennifer to her room. It seemed pretty obvious from her face that the house’s natural smells weren’t the most pleasant things to his nose. It looked like that he needed a gas mask to breath inside their home.
Before Jennifer closed her room’s door she made sure that her mother and grandma didn’t follow her them so she could ask more ‘truthful’ questions from this boy. Jennifer felt that her mother and grandmother were too insane or crooked to help her. So Jennifer hoped that the teenage boy would be a bit more sane and answer some of her questions she had in her mind. Jennifer heard from a distance that her mother and grandma soon left the house. Leaving Jennifer with the teenager alone in the smelly and unclean doublewide.