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out.
    “Oh
fuck, I love your cock in me! Doc, I’m coming! Oh I’m coming for you!”
    I
couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I laid and stared up at
the ceiling, panting hard, not quite believing what I’d just done. Had I really
just masturbated while listening to my employers having sex?
    I
closed my eyes when I heard Mrs. B get up. She went to the bathroom and I
turned to my side, yanking the covers up my chin, hiding. She stopped at my
door, still cracked, and pulled it closed. I took a deep breath, my thighs
still trembling from my orgasm, my belly tight. Had she heard me? Did she
suspect?
    I
told myself I wouldn’t do it again, even if I wanted to. I couldn’t afford to
lose this job. I’d have to try to be a lot more professional from now on.
     

Chapter Three
    “Just
one more S’more?” Janie begged, her mouth already rimmed with chocolate. 
    “One
more.” I held up one finger, wagging it at her, but she was already loading her
stick with another marshmallow.
    “You’re
gonna get fat.” Henry stuck out his tongue at his sister when she gave him the
finger.
    “Don’t
let your parents catch you doing that, Janie,” I warned, glancing toward the
house at the sound of laughter. The Baumgartners and their guests were in the
house. “And Henry, your sister isn’t fat.”
    “I
didn’t say she was fat,” Henry licked marshmallow off his fingers. “I said she
was going to get fat. Especially if she keeps eating S’mores like that.”
    “I’m
not fat and I eat S’mores,” I said.
    “Gretchen,
can I please go get my iPod?” Henry asked for the three millionth time.
    I
rolled my eyes. “Henry, I told you, we can’t interrupt.”
    “It
will only take me a second.”
    “No.”
    “It’s
in my room. I’ll run in and out, real quick.”
    “Henry,
I said no.” I started packing up the marshmallows, chocolate and graham
crackers, putting them into their respective packages.
    “Fine.”
He grabbed another marshmallow before I could close the bag. “But what if we
have to use the bathroom?”
    “I
told you.” I put the food into the basket and closed it up. ”If you have to go,
I’ll take you in the back and you can use the one in the basement.”
    “It’s
creepy down there.” Janie shivered, pulling the hood on her hoodie up.
    I
rolled my eyes again. Was she kidding? The Baumgartners had a huge finished
basement with a giant TV, a fireplace, a pool table, several old stand up video
games and a full bathroom, including a shower.
    “That’s
not creepy,” I countered. “You should have seen the basement in my grandma’s
house when I was little. It had dirt floors. And just one light bulb that hung
down from the ceiling in the middle of the basement.”
    “That is creepy!” Janie gaped at me. Henry’s eyes were wide.
    “And
the only bathroom in the whole house was in the basement,” I added.
    “No
way!” Janie gasped.
    “Will
you tell us ghost stories later?” Henry asked, always flirting with his
love-hate relationship with all things scary.
    “Maybe.”
There was no way, of course. They’d be up all night long. And if I had to sleep
out in the yard, I intended to actually sleep. I had my own tent with an air
mattress in it.
    “Can’t
I please go get my iPod?” Henry begged. He batted his eyelashes at me
when I glared at him, giving me a big, fake grin. “ Pleeeeeease? ”
    I
relented, a little.
    “I’ll
tell you what—I’ll go get it when everyone’s asleep.” I glanced up at the
house again. They were sitting in the family room with the French doors open,
but the screen door closed, letting the night air in. Their voices and
occasional bursts laughter floated down to us, but I couldn’t make out what
they were saying.
    “Oh
come on!” Henry made a face. “That’s going to be, like, forever.”
    “They’re
not as young as they think they are.” I winked at him. “I bet it’s all over by
midnight.”
    “Besides,
Henry, we’ve got