When I was sixteen, I started babysitting for a young couple who lived in the apartment upstairs from us. They went bowling every Friday night, and I'd watch their nine-month-old. It was one of the easiest babysitting jobs I've ever had. Their baby was already asleep when I got there, and never peeped once, although I did go check on him now and then, just to make sure. They were a very nice couple, they paid well, and they always said I could use the phone or watch what I wanted or eat whatever was in the fridge. Still, it's strange, being in someone else's house, watching someone else's television, eating someone else's food. It's easy to get bored while you're babysitting, and it's actually a little lonely, sitting there by yourself all night.

I babysat for them for years. The husband and I used to sit in the living room while the wife got ready-she was never ready when I showed up. He was cute, and I liked to imagine he was attracted to me. He liked to flirt and ask me about school, and always inquired whether I had a boyfriend. One night when I was in college, he told me they'd rented a few movies, and I was welcome to watch them. He left them on the top of the entertainment center, and made a point of reminding me before they left, giving me a wink on the way out the door.

When I checked out the movies, I was surprised to find that two of them were porn movies! And this wasn't soft core stuff. How did I know? Well, I put them in, of course. I knew when they'd be home, and I knew I had a few hours before then, so I put the tape in the VCR and started to watch.