After a moment's reflection, it hit him, the perfect target. He would get his revenge on his old babysitter.
Jeff grabbed the remote and got on his bike. As he rode through the neighborhood, he thought back on the torture he had suffered under Alisha Brown, the girl who had baby sat him and his sister for a year when he was a boy. On the surface, she was a smart and responsible girl, just the type of baby sitter that parents look for. It did not hurt that she was also a very cute blonde with a developing figure. Dads seemed to find that as a bonus when hiring her. Under the cute and upstanding façade was a selfish and cruel side that she showed only to the poor children for whom she baby sat.
***
Jeff remembered vividly from when he was 10 when she first baby sat for them. 14-year-old Alisha was all smiles and cheerfulness as their parents walked out the door, and then, when they were out of sight, Alisha’s smile vanished, and she turned to him and his then 6-year-old sister and said, “Okay, runts, listen up! This is how it goes. You two keep your mouths shut and keep out of my way, or I’ll have to tell your parents you’ve been very naughty while they were away.”
Jeff and his sister looked at each other in fear.
“Three more things!” she said. “One, you go to bed at 7 and keep quiet. Two, you don’t disturb me and whoever I might have over. Three, you keep your mouths shut about what goes on here while Mommy and Daddy are away. Got it?”
Jeff and his sister nodded, too scared even to speak let alone disagree with her. Even back then she was 5’8” and towered over them menacingly.
And so, Alisha’s routine of mistreatment began. She never talked to them except to order them around, and when she did, it was for her own needs. She would send them to fetch her a glass of diet soda or snacks. She would order them off of the couch so that she could watch TV alone, while they were left to fill the time alone and quietly until she forced them into bed early. Once they were in bed, Jeff would usually hear the sound of someone coming in the front door and then the sound of a strange man’s voice, Alisha’s current boyfriend. It seemed to be a different guy every time, at least according to the names Alisha would moan as they made out in the living room.
***
Alisha had her punishments. If they made the mistake of making noise, sometimes she would simply take away their toys. Other times, she would be in a cruel mood. The worst time for Jeff was when he had worked up the courage to talk back to her. She had grabbed him painfully by the ear and led him to her bag of baby sitting supplies. She told him to strip. Jeff hesitated a moment but relented when she twisted his ear again. Soon, he was naked in front of her. She handed him a large diaper, fit for toddlers, and told him to put it on. Not wanting to get his ear twisted again, he put it on, though it barely fit him.
“Now,” she said. “Suck your thumb.”
“What?” Jeff replied.
“Suck your thumb like the baby you are!”
Being 10 years old, it was humiliating enough to be wearing a diaper, but sucking his thumb was even worse. But, there she was, huge and threatening. She loomed above him. He did as he was told and sucked his thumb and felt his face go red.
“Good boy!” she said flatly. “Now keep that up for 5 more minutes, and I will let you put your clothes back on and go to bed.”
Jeff did as he was told, but after 4 minutes had gone by, there was a knock at the door. Alisha opened the door and introduced him to Brad, this week’s boyfriend.
“What is this?” asked Brad, chuckling.
“This is Jeffy,” she replied. “He’s been a naughty boy.”
Brad laughed, “Oh man, I feel for you kid. She can be a handful.”
Jeff just stood there and tried his best not to cry in embarrassment. Though, a few tears did slip out.
***
Jeff knew where she lived. He had egged her house one Halloween, his own anonymous little revenge. When he arrived there, he was pleased to see that Alisha was just walking to the front door.
She was 18 now and a stunning beauty. Jeff guessed she was nearly 6 feet tall and had a pair of what must have been C-cup breasts.
Jeff left his bike on her driveway and pointed the remote at her as she opened the door to her house. He pressed a button just as she was about to close the door, and she froze in place. Jeff calmly walked through her open door and closed it behind him. Alisha stood next to him as still as a statue. Jeff smiled, happy that the pause function had worked on her as expected.
“Is any body home?” Jeff called into the house, but there was no reply.
He looked at her standing there, frozen in time and completely in his control. “Well, Alisha. It looks like it’s just you and me now. Time for some pay back.”