I used to look after a couple of kids, and ok most of the time I would put them to bed and go raid the drinks cupboard and picture what I'd spend my money on. Well one time I went to check on them and the oldest kid wasnt in his bed. So I checked the house, like a million times, I didnt have a clue what to do. His parents would kill me! How could I even explain it? I searched over and over again. I was soooo scared. In the end I simply had to admit my failings, and get ready for a life in prison and just as I was about to phone the police the little shit jumped out from behind the curtain. To say I wasnt amused is an understatement. Didnt work for that couple much after that. Although that may have also been to do with the gradual emptying of the brandy, lol :)
(Double Penetration, Sun 31 Oct 2010, 15:57, Reply)