It was mum's idea. I had been trying to borrow money from her for the hundredth time since I came home from University. I've just finished my first term, and I'm home for the holiday. I've blown my student loan, so I'm stony broke. I've tried to get a part time job, but they are few and far between. No one is keen to take on someone for just a few weeks. Anyway, mum suggested I contact the families I used to babysit for when I was younger. Between the age of fourteen and sixteen I did lots of babysitting, but I packed it up to concentrate on my studies. I wanted to make sure I got the grades I needed to get into University. If I am honest, my studies weren't the only reason I stopped babysitting. I also discovered boys around that time. Or, to be more precise, boys discovered me. When they first started to take notice of me I was a little embarrassed, but over the years I have come to enjoy it. Now, I love the power I have over men. I am a bit of a flirt - correction I am a lot of a flirt. I love to see the effect I can have on a man. I've been called a cock teaser on more than one occasion. That's not fair - with the right man, I will do a lot more than just tease his cock. Talking of which, it really is time I got some cock. I never have this problem at University. There are plenty of fit guys there who are only too willing to help me out in that department. Now I'm back at home, living under the same roof as mum and dad, it isn't so easy. I'm still their innocent little girl. They must know I have sex, but they are both in denial, and pretend it isn't happening. Dad nearly walked in on me with my vibrator the other evening. I just managed to pull the bed covers over me in time. He asked if I was feeling okay, because I was looking a little flushed.

I'm not sure if there is any mileage in the babysitting idea or not. Some of the kids I used to babysit for will probably be too old to need one now. I suppose there is no harm in giving it a try. I haven't got any better ideas. I still have my old babysitting diary with all the contact details. I'm going to make a few calls to see what they have to say. Looking through the pages of the diary brings back lots of memories. I was only a kid myself when I was doing the babysitting, but I remember I used to have a thing for some of the dads. Not that they would have known, most of the time they didn't even notice me. It was usually the kid's mother who arranged the babysitting. The first name in the diary is the Blackmore's. I remember little Tommy, he was only a toddler back then - he will be five or six now. One day, when I was at their house, Tommy was fast asleep, and I was bored, so I went into his mum and dad's bedroom. I don't know what possessed me really. Just thinking about it makes me feel incredibly guilty. Anyway, I looked through the drawers; I found lots of pornographic magazines. I had never seen any porn before then. It really shocked me, but I also remember feeling excited. In the same drawer, there were some sex toys, dildos and vibrators. At the time, I wasn't even sure what they were. It was only when I was older, that I realised what it was I had seen. I wonder if they still have all of that stuff.

"Mrs Blackmore? Hi, it's Jennifer Coleman."

We talk for a good ten minutes. She seems to be genuinely interested in how I am doing at University. The good news is that she does want me to babysit for them. Apparently Tommy is quite a handful now; the last babysitter decided she couldn't cope with him. That's a bit worrying - still beggars can't be choosers.