![]() ![]() One pair of hands held me down while another gagged me. Before I could react I felt two pairs of hands grab me from behind and plonk me back into the chair. ![]() "You're free to leave," he said as he turned on the music system, loud. "I'm sorry, I thought you liked me," he said. And the worst thing was I was beginning to feel a wetness swell up in my crotch.Ĭlyde took a step back and to my amazement hung his head in shame. You need some straightening up," I scolded him. My heart was racing, and even though I had a massive crush of this boy, this was just wrong. His hands had made their way under my skirt and my standing up just gave him more access. "It's obvious why," he said, before sliding his hands up my thighs. ![]() "You've used all the alcohol in the house?!" "I'm trying to get you drunk, hon," Clyde replied. It was not just soda, but a heady mix of vodka and rum. "Drink," he ordered and as though in a spell, I did. It was lost on Clyde, who just looked into my eyes and smiled. "You didn't have to lie," I chided him, trying to play authoritarian. Clyde came and sat next to me, while I tried to figure out what I should do next. You know he leaves his personal number at home when traveling abroad," he said. "I wanted to invite you over, so I used Dad's phone. That was me," replied Clyde as he handed me the drink. "Your dad texted me today about the party." "That wasn't Dad. My heart was pounding and I had no clue why. "Dad's in Japan, the girls are in Hawaii and we're here," replied Clyde, as he plopped into the sofa. Hodge? Where are your guests?" I asked, slightly confused if I'd had the date wrong. "Thank you," he replied as he led me to the hall. "Happy birthday Clyde!" I said as I entered. "Wow Anna, you look great!" he said, his eyes lingering on my bare shoulders a bit longer than usual. As I rang the bell I wondered if I was too early. That evening I stepped into a new dress I'd treated myself to and picked up a bottle of wine. I'm having a small dinner party for close family friends. Coincidentally, just then my phone beeped. I was thinking of asking for a housekeeping job, seeing that I was their unofficial housekeeper anyways. Maybe I could drop by unannounced and find out what Mr. I missed the comfort of my four-poster bed at the Hodges. This meant I was back in my dingy hostel room and I didn't like it one bit. The twins were on vacation with their Aunt. Damn, he was hot.įast forward a few months later. Was it that obvious I had a crush on him? I had to take a long shower to cool myself down that night. "You're just two years older than me," he had once told me, pinning me down on the dining table, "so don't you go barking orders at me, hon." My heart was beating so fast I was scared he could hear me. It didn't help that Clyde had openly rebelled against me. His father was a strict disciplinarian, and he insisted his son set a good example for his sisters, so he'd asked me to ensure Clyde was 'in control'. Brunette, long wavy hair and an athletic body. His smile was to die for, and he spent all his time in the gym or in some sport or the other, so his body was like sculpted like a Greek God. His charms had made him quite popular amongst the women, and he thought he could get away with anything. The problem was that he was handsome, and aware of it. ![]() It was the elder Hodge I was worried about. The younger ones, 10-year-old twins Genna and Jenny were quite a handful, but I'd made it very clear that I don't stand nonsense, so they'd do all they could to stay out of trouble. That's the least I could do for a job which paid and came with free accommodation! I'd almost moved in, and to keep the family happy, I'd whip up a quick breakfast before I'd leave for classes. Compared to my tiny hostel room in the University, Hodge's guest room felt like a five-star suite. This meant I had to stay over almost every other night, but since there was no Mrs. Hodge was an easy going, attractive man in his mid 40s, and he was mostly traveling on work. Independence is strangely binding that way. While all my other friends were sweating it out in the sun or waiting tables, all I had to do was boss over two spoilt brats and I was making just enough to support myself. Babysitting wasn't my idea of fun, or a job for that matter, but it seemed like the easiest way to make a quick buck. ![]()
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