Fucking The: Babysitter

“See? Not real. Purple squirrels don’t exist. You’re safe.”

Back in the living room, she kicked a throw pillow onto the floor and lay down like a Roman empress. The movie played. She ate a handful of the dark-chocolate pretzels. Then another. fucking the babysitter

“Bad dream,” he whispered.

At 9:30 PM, the baby monitor crackled. Leo’s small voice, groggy and confused: “Chloe?” “See

“There was a giant squirrel. It wanted my granola bar.” ” he whispered. At 9:30 PM