Sandra the Babysitter
Beginning when I was seven, my mom hired a babysitter, Sandra, a pretty girl, in her 20s, who laughed and giggled a lot and worked part time at the bank, to watch me after school at her house. I was usually there 3- 4 evenings per week, while my mom waited tables as a second job. Sandra began to grooming me pretty much right away, insisting that she be present when I took my bath. Which was unusual, because by that time I could bathe and wash myself all over very well, but she claimed all little boys say that,