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The Babysitter - Gina

... covered up. She wore a white button shirt about 2 sizes too big - it might have even been her dad's, and it was buttoned all the way to the top. Over it she wore a bulky sweater and a simple gold necklace. She was wearing a dark gray pleated skirt that was a full 8 inches past her knees. Gray knee high socks and black leather shoes. She was pretty, had blue eyes with flakes of green in the color, a few freckles across her cheeks, a cute upturned nose, and full lips. Other than the cross, she wear no jewelry, and as far as I could tell no make-up. She carried a bag - not a purse, it was larger, but her stuff was in it like a purse. "Pete, I would like you to meet Ethel Moore. Ethel, this is our son Peter," my Mom said. As she stuck out her hand, Ethel said, "It is very nice to meet you Peter, my friends call me Gina." "Gina is a pretty name, but why don't people call you Ethel?" mom asked. "My name is Ethel Virginia Moore, I guess after my grand-mother, but as long as I can remember folks have been calling me Gina," she replied. "Okay then, we will to if you don't mind," mom said. Gina smiled. "We need to get going Dear," my Dad said. With that, he was out the door. Mom gave Gina last minute instructions and told her where the emergency information was. Mom told Gina that they would be home around 12:30 to 1:00. She followed Dad, and Gina shut the door. The next hour was a get to know you time. She had a lot more questions than she had answers. She wanted to know about ...

... school, sports, clubs that I was in. She asked about movies, songs, games, friends,... But every time I asked her a question, her answers were guarded and few. She was home schooled so that took out a lot of questions that I had. I did find out that she was 17. Since she didn't go to school the only friends she had was at church. Her parents didn't allow her to go to movies. TV and Radio were not turned on often in their house. After an hour of talking, I asked if she wanted some popcorn. She said that would be nice. So we went to the kitchen and made a bag. I dumped it into a large bowl, and asked if she would like a beverage. She nodded. I got two cans of Cola out of the refrigerator. We headed back to the living room, and I said, "Gina, do you want to see my bedroom?" "Ah... I don't know..." she replied. "It will be fine, I eat up there all the time," I said. With that I headed upstairs, and she slowly followed. When Gina finally entered my room, I had already sat the sodas on the desk, and put the popcorn bowl on the bed. She looked around the room, and in the waning daylight she inventoried the posters on the wall and the various toys s**ttered about. Her gaze found a pair of underwear thrown in the corner, and then she thought a moment and asked, "Pete, have you ever kissed anyone other than f****y?" "You mean like grandparents or Aunts?" I asked. "No Silly, like a girlfriend," she answered. I don't know why the feeling of shame fell over me, but my head lowered and my gaze ...