Rate this story One summer, when I was 18 years old, my parents went on a vacation. My parents were going to be gone for three months and they didn’t trust me to be alone for that length of time. I didn’t know how to cook for myself, and I didn’t know how to keep the house clean. I had lived a sheltered life where my mom had done all of the housework and I just studied and did my homework. So they had a family friend, Jane, who had just graduated from college, come to baby-sit the house and...
