My wife was out of town on a business trip, and I had to attend an important dinner engagement given by the company I worked for. I called our usual baby sitter and told her that it was an emergency. Luckily she said that she could be right over.
After a fretfully boring dinner, I slipped away early. I knew that Kathy, our babysitter, would be relieved, since she had planned a hot date that night with her boyfriend, and I felt that she was doing me a great big favor by sitting for our two-year-old son.
I slipped my key in the lock and opened the door. There was no one in the living room, so I went to the door of the den. There, I froze.
I could see James sitting there, his pants down to his knees. He had a hard-on, and Kathy was stroking it slowly.