By Earth-boy
Quick disclaimers:
- This story contains descriptions of sex between teen and pre-teen males. Do not read if you’re under 18 or it is illegal where you’re living.
- Copyright by the author. Do not upload to pay-to-view sites.
- This story is fiction; references to individuals are coincidental.
- No children or teenagers were harmed in the creation of this story.
I picked up my ringing cell phone, wondering who was calling. Most of the time I called my friends; it was unusual for them to call me.
When I saw “Sabrina” on the display my heart leapt to my throat. Was I in trouble? Had Rhett spilled the beans? No, probably not—if that had happened Sabrina would probably call my mother instead (and I’d be grounded until I was eighteen and then shipped off to Tuktoyaktuk.) Was she cancelling New Year’s? I could handle that, although I’d miss Rhett and have a rather boring evening at home. I was already missing him. I hadn’t seen him since the office party due to Christmas Day falling on a Wednesday, which meant no meeting that evening and thus no babysitting.
As soon as I answered and Sabrina confirmed it was me, she started her almost breathless spiel. “There’s change of plans for New Year’s! An old friend of mine called me up asking if we could get together and she’s hosting a New Year’s Eve party at her house. She lives out of town in Weilhoeven and I’d love to go! But the party’s going to run late of course and it would take me nearly an hour to drive back home, and I don’t want to do it at night in the middle of winter and for sure not after a few drinks, so she offered me a bed for the night! She said Rhett was welcome to come along, but there won’t be any other kids there so the poor boy would be bored out of his mind! So would you be all right looking after him all by yourself overnight? I mean, you made breakfast for him that one night you stayed over so I know you can handle it, but it’s just, well, I won’t be easily available if there’s an emergency and you’d have to handle it by yourself—do you think you’re up to it?”
As always it took me a few moments to process her information landslide. Then I realized I’d be together with Rhett all evening, all night, and probably most of the morning! I also admit I saw dollar signs—quite a few of them, in fact.
“Yes, I’m pretty sure I can handle it,” I replied. “If there’s an emergency I can call Mom or Dad for help. Otherwise it should be much the same as the other time.”
“Then it’s done! They’ve invited me to dinner as well, so can you make it here by three o’clock on Wednesday?”
“Yes, I should be able to.”
Dad drove me to Sabrina’s house in time for my three PM start. I’d asked Dad for the ride and not Mom because I knew Dad would just drop me off and drive away, while Mom might want to come in with me for a visit. I didn’t want my parents knowing Sabrina was planning to be out of the house overnight and not returning until the morning. I was afraid they’d balk at the level of responsibility I was taking on and insist on bringing me and Rhett back home with them. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, but it would certainly put a damper on the fun I was sure Rhett was planning on. Like last week I packed along my gaming console, games, and a sleeping bag, plus a change of clothes. This time the sleeping bag was a decoy for my parents to see, in case they started to wonder which bed I’d be sleeping in.
Sabrina was dressed less formally than for the Christmas office party, but still looked very pretty. I wondered if she was trying to attract new partner. For sure she’d be good catch for the right guy, but for me it would spell the end of my child minding job and my friendship with Rhett. There was no way I could continue seeing him given the five year gap in our ages and him living almost on the other side of town.
“Are you up for a bit of sledding?” she asked when I got in. “It’s nice outside but Rhett’s been in all day, and when I suggested you could take him to Fitzroy Park he was all for it!”
Indeed he was; he was already pulling on his winter boots. “We have a toboggan in the garage!” he exclaimed. “I haven’t been on it since last winter!”
Sabrina gave me a house key just before we headed out, saying, “I’ll be gone by the time you get back. The alarm code’s 0217, the same as Rhett’s birthday. My friend’s going to be giving me breakfast at her place and I expect to be on the road at about 10:30, so it’ll be close to noon before I get home. Right now I’m paying you until noon tomorrow, but don’t worry if I’m a bit late; I’ll make up for it!”
“No problem there,” I replied. She could get back as late as four and not pay me for the time; being with Rhett was payment enough!
Dressed for the outdoors Rhett was almost as cute as he was naked. The temperature was only -8° (18°F), so he was wearing jeans without snow pants. He had on a lightweight green and blue parka with a fur lined hood and a blue tuque decorated with large white snowflakes. With his red hair peeking out from under the tuque and his green eyes there was a decided Christmas look to him.
The park was an urban experiment from the 1960s, its centrepiece being a large artificial hill built up from construction and demolition debris. It was only a kilometre away and we could be there in less than ten minutes. After a brief search we found the toboggan hanging on the wall in the garage, collected it, and started our trip to the hill.
Rhett wanted me to pull him on the sled part of the way there, but there wasn’t that much snow on either the sidewalks or the streets. So I lifted the toboggan over my head, its front behind me, and with Rhett holding up that end we walked together to the hill.
What fun we had! Being New Year’s Eve with nice weather the slope was packed. Rhett and I were the only ones there with a real multi-person toboggan; most of the families had small sleds that could seat at most two children or one adult. Quickly we were giving rides to kids of all ages, with the added bonus that one or two of the extra riders helped pull the sled back to the top. At one point we managed to pack a dozen little kids on and send it down the hill.
Following the lead of other parents, I got out my cell phone and with its camera captured a lot of the action: from the top of the hill, at the bottom, and of course on the toboggan itself. That shot ended in an unceremonious whirl when I was dumped from the toboggan at the end of the run, because, of course, I could use only one hand to hold on to the sled.
The sun dipped below the horizon at five o’clock and the crowd thinned out, and bright lights came on to illuminate the slope. We made a few more runs down. At 5:30 I started feeling hunger pangs. I hadn’t eaten since noon and had expended a lot of energy sledding and staying warm. Rhett and I loaded up the toboggan with as many kids as we could for one last run, then we headed home.
Recalling the long wait we’d had the night of the office party, as soon as we got in the door I called out for pizza.
“You’re going to let me stay up until midnight so we can bring in the New Year, right?” asked Rhett when I got off the phone. In fact, he said it more like a statement that a question.
“No problem there!” I responded. “Hey, what all did you get for Christmas?”
“Oh, let me show you!” he cried, and grabbed my hand to pull me down to the basement. On a tabletop at the periphery of his play area was an HO gauge model train set: a simple oval track, one engine and three cars behind. Rhett turned on the controller and moved the rheostat to the right, and the train started around the track.
“It’s not much right now,” he said, “but I’m going to ask all my relatives and friends to buy me track and cars and scenery for my birthday and Christmas presents! By the time I’m fifteen it’s gonna be huge!”
I smiled at his youthful ambition. Given it was only a month and a half to his birthday he would likely still be interested in it then, but I wondered if at would hold until next Christmas.
“What did you get?” Rhett asked me.
“Some clothes and a couple of games. I brought them with me tonight, but they’re pretty complicated so they may be a bit beyond you right now.”
Rhett put his hand on the front of his pants. “I know one game we could play!”
I smirked. “We haven’t even had supper yet. Let’s save that fun for later, all right?”
“Okay. I guess for now we can—RAWR!” He launched at me. I wasn’t expecting it and went down. We wrassled for a while on the carpet. Unlike the other times though, it got me really excited and I had an erection in no time. I resisted the urge to get into a grabbing match with him. I figured if he wanted to play that way I’d join in; his mother had asked to let him lead when it came to this sort of thing and not push him.
The wrestling match over, I went upstairs to get my game console and brought it down. Rhett stopped me when I started connecting it to the TV.
“Let’s put it on the TV upstairs,” he said.
“Why?”
“Well, for one it’s bigger. And it is kinda cold down here. It’s warmer in the living room and the carpet’s nicer.”
“Sure, let’s give it a try.”
We carried the console, controller, and games back upstairs. A quick look at the living room TV showed it had the necessary connections, but it took us a couple of minutes to find an available power outlet for the console. That done, we sat down on the floor to play.
About twenty minutes later I felt like I was sweating. “Is it my imagination,” I asked Rhett, “or is the house warmer than the last time I was here?”
Rhett had a sly grin on his face as he answered. “Yeah, it’s warmer. I told mom you kept complaining how cold the house was whenever you came over. She said maybe you have poor circulation or something, and said on the nights when you’re here she’ll make it warmer for us.”
That last bit caught my attention. “Us?”
“Yeah, so we can be naked without having to put a blanket over us!”
I shook my head a little. “What is it with you wanting to be naked all the time?”
“It’s not all the time,” Rhett answered. “Just when you’re here. For some reason whenever I’m with you I really look forward to us taking a bath and then not having to wear anything after. You’re kinda … special that way.”
“Maybe because I’m the only teenager you get to see naked?”
Rhett pondered that. “Yeah, that might be why.”
I was at a loss for what to say. My parents were pretty casual about a lot of things, but casual nudity wasn’t among them. When I was younger, on bath nights I’d go naked from my bedroom to the bathroom and back, but mom asked to stop doing it after I turned eight. Since then the only time I wasn’t dressed was when I was in the shower or enjoying myself on my bed. For sleeping I’d sort of graduated from pyjamas to t-shirt and underwear at about thirteen.
I thought of something. “What do you think?” I asked carefully. “Would you like to get undressed before our bath?”
Rhett looked at me with a puzzled expression. “We always get undressed before our bath. You don’t take a bath with your clothes on!”
I put on a silly face and said “Duh!” while lightly hitting my forehead with my fist. Rhett giggled.
“All right, let’s try that again. What I meant was, would you like to get undressed a long time before our bath? Like right after supper? Any maybe play some video games like that?”
Rhett’s light green eyes widened. “You’d let me do that? And you would, too?”
“I want you to be happy,” I replied. I wasn’t really sure why I said it; it just seemed like the right thing to do.
The doorbell’s chime announced the arrival of pizza. It was a good thing I’d ordered when I had; New Year’s Eve was a busy night for take-out and it had taken an hour to arrive. I set out plates and drinks at the kitchen table, then just before sitting down removed my shirt and laid it over the back of my chair.
“You’re getting undressed already?” asked Rhett.
“Just the shirt. This way it can’t get messed up if any pizza sauce falls on it.”
“Oh, neat idea!” said Rhett, and took his off too.
We ate our pizza at the table. Of course Rhett had to use his newly bared chest to his advantage, deliberately mishandling his food so that breadstick dipping sauce and nearly half the pizza toppings ended up on it. I let a little fall on mine, and we both accidentally on purpose slopped our drinks as well. By the time we finished our allotted three pieces (I was saving one each for us later) we were giggling like crazy and more than a bit of a mess.
Dinner and associated fun over, I quickly cleared the table, then told Rhett, “We should get cleaned up. Do you have any idea how we could that without getting water all over our pants?”
“Funny,” he said. “I guess we’re gonna get naked now, right?”
We got undressed in his bedroom and headed to the washroom. Both of us were rather excited and had partial erections. I put water into the sink and used a washcloth to clean us up, and we dried off.
Like last week I drew the living room drapes closed to prevent giving people on the street a free show and a desire to call child protection authorities. We sat down on the carpet, revelling in its feel on our bare bottoms, and continued the game we’d been playing when pizza arrived.
Rhett was more comfortable being nude than I was. I was more than a little self-conscious sitting stark naked on the floor of someone else’s living room playing a video game with a naked little boy beside me. It was difficult concentrating and it gave Rhett a noticeable advantage. Eventually I sort of shrugged at my impaired skill and let Rhett run away with the score. When the game was over he was all smiles.
“That was fun!” he said. “I totally beat you up!”
“For sure,” was all I could say. “Do you want to watch a movie now? It’s only 8:30, so it’s three and a half hours to New Year’s. How about movie, bath, reading time, play games until midnight, celebrate New Year’s with pizza, and go to bed?
“What about masturbating?” asked Rhett.
“Cheeky boy! Last week you made me cum during the movie. This time I’d prefer to see the whole thing. But that doesn’t mean we can’t play with each other while we’re watching it. Let’s do the really fun stuff after we go to bed.”
“Oh, yeah! I can do that!”
As always I let Rhett pick out the movie. Watching him, I noticed just how cute he looked standing there facing away from me, long red hair falling down on his shoulders, his bare back, bum, and legs on display. I saw myself as a scrawny unattractive teenager, but naked Rhett was good-looking boy!
With the house warmer than last time there was no need for a blanket. After trying and failing to find a good way to recline on the couch I pointed over to a large easy chair. I sat down in it and Rhett sat in front of me, his bum all the way back to my penis, and leaned back into me. I wrapped my arms around him and like this we watched the movie. During a slow part Rhett pulled my right hand down to his penis I obliged by stroking him to an erection, but stopped when I felt my own swelling member getting squashed against his backside. Aside from that we made it all the way through the movie without any major sex play.
Then it was off to the bath. Rhett played with some of his bathtub toys, but I was far mare interested in Rhett. When it came to washing him, I had him stand up in the tub, then ignored the bath sponge and massaged him all over with my soapy hands. It was super sensual for me and I was hard for all of it. I put a bit of extra care into cleaning his penis and soon it too was standing up.
“Wash my bum hole too,” said Rhett.
“It’s called your anus,” I said. “And the part behind it is your rectum. Can you ask again, please?”
“Clean my anus, please?”
I turned him around and excitedly spread his bum cheeks apart, revealing a nice little pink rosebud. It was the first time I’d ever seen or touched that part of him. I ran two fingers across it at least five times to make sure it was really clean. Rhett let out a soft moan.
He turned his head to look back at me. “I found out really fast I that like sticking a finger in my rear when I masturbate. Can you do that to me, too? Like, make sure my anus is really clean all the way in?”
By now I’d learned when Rhett asked me to do something to him I didn’t need to ask again to see if he was sure. “I can. Lean forward with your hands on the wall.”
I added a bit of soap to my index finger and carefully put the tip inside him and twisted it around a little.
“Ohhhh, but not like that!” he said. “Put it all the way in!”
So I did, but slowly because I figured my finger was probably bigger than his. Rhett didn’t make a sound, so I concluded I wasn’t hurting him. I found the nub of his little prostate and started stroking it. Reaching forward, I put two fingers and my thumb on the head of his penis and started on it too.
He had an orgasm in under a minute, and sank down in the tub while I held on to him.
“What was that thing you hit in my rear?” he asked after his heart rate had settled down.
“It’s your prostate. It’s where your body makes semen.”
“That was super wild! I thought orgasms were good, but that was the best thing ever!”
“I take it you liked it,” I said.
“Oh, yeah! Now I want you here every day at bath time so you can do that to me!”
“Uh, your mom hired me as your babysitter, not your personal sex slave.”
Rhett grinned at that one. “I’ll ask her to change that.”
“All right, now are you going to wash me?” I asked.
“Sure!” He did much the same for me as I’d done for him, using his hands instead of the sponge. No surprise, I had a major erection the whole time and Rhett made sure it was nice and clean. “Do you want me to clean your anus as well?” he asked. “The same way you did mine?”
“Sure! But I don’t want to cum right now. I want to wait until after we’ve gone to bed for that, okay?”
“Okay!”
Like I’d asked him to earlier, I leaned forward with my hands on the wall to allow Rhett access to my rear. But the little rascal ignored my request and no sooner was his finger up my ass than he went at my penis with his other hand. I’d almost had an orgasm earlier when he “cleaned” that part, and now it felt way too good for me to tell him to stop. Two minutes later I came hard, spraying all over the place. Rhett got some on his hand. He put a finger in it and tasted it, then made a face.
“Ugh! It tastes bad.”
“Well, it’s really not intended for eating. Thanks, little buddy! That one was really good.”
“Can we do it again when we go to bed?”
“You bet! It could take me longer to come, though. As a little boy you can have lots of orgasms in a day, but when you start shooting like me it’s usually only once a day.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that. Is that why you asked me to not do it just now?”
“Yeah, but don’t apologize. I really enjoyed that one! Now let’s finish cleaning up.”
I used the detachable shower head to rinse us off and wash down the bathtub, and carried Rhett out as I always did where we dried each other.
I was setting up another game when Rhett asked a question. “Chad, can two boys have sex with each other?”
“Well, that’s sort of what were doing in the bath.”
“No, not like that. Like, mom told me sex was when a guy puts his penis into a woman, and he shoots sperm into her so she can get pregnant. I know boys don’t have a vagina like girls do, but what about the other hole?”
Wow, was Rhett ever figuring stuff out fast. Ten days ago he didn’t know what an orgasm was, and now he was up to anal sex! I decided this conversation needed my full attention. I set down the game controller and turned to face him.
“Let me guess,” I said. “You tried looking it up on the computer and couldn’t find anything.”
“No. Kid Kontent blocked every site I tried.”
I looked Rhett in the eyes. “All right, I’m going to tell you some things that you really shouldn’t be learning about until you’re my age. Your mom said I could answer questions you had about sex, but I’m sure she was thinking about the normal things like masturbation. Boys having sex with boys is … well, it’s something that adults seem to think you have be to older before you learn about it.”
“I’m old enough,” he replied. “I’m almost ten.”
In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. “Yes, you are. Now …”
I told him practically everything I knew. Foreplay. French kissing. Sucking. Sixty-nines. Anal sex, and that it was called “fucking.” About the only things I didn’t mention was kinky stuff like fisting and water sports (I’d read stories about them on Nifty and was rather repulsed by them.) It was a bit surreal: a young teenager and a little boy sitting naked together on the living room carpet, discussing things many people believed neither should ever know about.
I finished off the lesson with a strong warning not to say anything about what we’d just talked about to anybody. “Just pretend you don’t know about any of this. You can let on you know what your mom taught you, but as far as you’re concerned this conversation never happened.”
Rhett looked really disappointed. “Does that mean we can’t do any of that?”
His question threw me for a loop. I thought hard. “I think maybe we can because I know you know about it. Hey—I just told you! But please, don’t let anyone find out you know this stuff until you’re my age, or your mom lets Kid Kontent show it to you. That might not happen until you’re twelve or even thirteen. I’m supposed to be just a babysitter, not your grade nine sex education teacher.”
Rhett threw his arms around me in a big hug. “Chad, thanks so much! I’ve spent so much time on the computer trying to find out about this and I couldn’t find anything. Thanks for telling me!”
I returned his hug, grateful I was able to satisfy his curiosity about sex. Gay sex, because that’s what he wanted to know about. But I never used the word because it was a whole other kettle of fish that I didn’t want to tackle until Rhett asked.
“It’s eleven now,” I said. “I’d like to be up for New Year’s. Instead of trying out everything we just talked about, how about we play at something like a video game?”
“How about … rawr?”
“Oh, you want to?” I smiled. “Naked, right?”
“Of course!”
“All right—but downstairs so we don’t break anything. It’ll be chilly down there but if we’re active we shouldn’t get cold.”
Nude wrestling was fun! I loved the feel of his body against mine, and my hands on him. Sometimes I stayed on my knees to even things out for him, and other times I just stood up and went at it. I even broke his “no lifting” rule, but only once and he didn’t complain. It kept us occupied for an action-filled, sensual half hour, although most of the time our penises behaved themselves. A couple of times Rhett grabbed at my privates, but I told him he shouldn’t in case he hurt something, and he stopped doing it.
“How about we get comfy and I read to you?” I asked.
Neither of us could think of anything better, so I got the book from his bedroom. We settled down side by side on the couch, me with one arm around him as usual and the other holding the book. Like before he used one of this hands to help hold the book open, and we started chapter 4. Because we didn’t have a bed cover over us, I was able to enjoy a nice view of his little penis as I read to him. Twenty-five minutes later we had made good progress on the chapter and my throat was very dry. I made a mental note to get some water next time.
By now it was almost midnight. I brought in the remains of our pizzas and some apple juice from the kitchen and set them on the coffee table. We spooned together on the couch the same way we had while watching the movie, munching on pizza and watching the New Year’s celebrations on TV until the countdown started. Gently I pushed Rhett off me and stood up, asking him to do the same. I picked up the glasses of apple juice from the table and gave one to him.
Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Midnight!
“Happy New Year, Rhett!” I clinked my glass with his.
“Happy NUDE Year, Chad!” he replied with a grin, and we drank the apple juice.
We put the glasses down on the coffee table. Impulsively I drew Rhett into my arms and lowered my face toward his. We both knew what we wanted. For the first time ever we kissed each other fully on the lips. He prised his open a little and I felt the tip of his tongue. Immediately I opened up and our tongues met, dancing with with each other. I began rubbing his back and moved a leg toward his crotch, not at all surprised to feel him erect. I was getting hard as well, my penis poking at his belly button. Even though our mouths were sealed together I could hear Rhett moaning. I moved my hands down to his bottom and started massaging, and he did the same to me and started humping my leg.
I slid my hands all the way up his back to his head and gently broke the kiss. “Let’s get the dishes into the kitchen,” I said breathlessly, “then turn out the lights and go to your bedroom and really celebrate the New Year!”
He didn’t need to answer. As fast as we possibly could we took the plates and glasses to the kitchen and fairly threw them into the sink. I snapped off the kitchen light and Rhett did the same for the living room. With our hands on each other, we carefully felt our way in the dark to his bedroom and with much relief jumped on to his bed. I went on my back and rolled him on top of me, and immediately we took up the tongue play where we’d left off.
This time we weren’t lovemaking; it was all-out hormone-driven sex. He was on top of me, our erections squashed between us as I roamed my hands all over his back and bottom. He started rocking back and forth. Our breathing quickened. I slicked up a finger as best I could, sought out his anus and began burrowing in. Rhett let out a cry and sped up, grinding his belly on my super-excited penis. My finger found his prostate and attacked it. With an even louder cry Rhett’s body shook with a powerful orgasm that sent me over the edge, spewing my thick cum on both of us. Rhett collapsed on top of me, his chest and mine heaving together, my free hand on his back. Slowly I slid my finger out and laid that hand on his soft, beautiful bum.
It had been a late night for both of us. Between tobogganing, two wrassling bouts and now our frenzied celebration, Rhett was utterly exhausted and just fell asleep on top of me. I held him for several minutes before realizing I could either clean us up now or have an uncomfortable time in the morning. Gently I rolled him off me and on to his back. In the kitchen I wet down two paper towels and got two dry ones. I wiped us off as best I could by feel and the indirect light from the kitchen, squeezed out the last of the semen from my now soft penis, and dried us off. Like earlier, I hid the paper towels in the kitchen garbage before turning off the light. Before returning to bed I opened the living room drapes.
In our lust we hadn’t even thrown back the bed covers and it took a bit of work to get still sleeping Rhett under them. Finally I got under the covers as well, snuggled my body up to his, and quickly fell asleep against my naked little lover.
My phone alarm went off at nine o’clock; I’d been careful to set it the day before to ensure we were awake before Sabrina got home, knowing we’d be sleeping naked. We’d both moved around in the night, and now Rhett was spooning me from behind, his stiff little penis poking at my back. It felt wonderful. I idly stroked myself to an erection, then let it go in case Rhett saw it as an invitation for another round. After last night it was a good idea to cool things down.
I rolled around in bed to face him, my semi-hard penis landing on his thigh. I shook him slightly and waited for his eyes to open. When they did I kissed him on the lips.
“Good morning, Rhett.”
He smiled happily but sleepily. “Morning, Chad.”
“Did you sleep well?”
“Oh yeah! Do I have to get up now?”
“Probably not right now. It’s only nine and you were up really late. I can let you sleep for another hour if you want.”
“Maybe,” he replied. “Will you let me eat breakfast naked?”
I laughed softly. “You know, Rhett, you’re turning into a real little nudist on me.”
“Like I said, I like being naked with you. Like right now. Uh, if I got up now would you stay naked with me until after breakfast? I like seeing you that way.”
“I guess so. But we’ll have to put our clothes on after breakfast. Your mom’s going to be home some time after eleven, and I’d be super embarrassed if she saw us naked. She’d wonder what we were up to …”
That got a laugh out of him. “Oh, yeah!”
“C’mon, little nakey. Let’s get something to eat, then dressed.”
We got our bare bodies out of bed and into the kitchen. Breakfast was a simple affair of cereal with milk, toast and jam, and orange juice. Wanting him as close to me I could, I put two kitchen chairs together and we sat down on them side by side. Imitating last night, Rhett stared dropping cereal on his chest and grinning at me.
When the last piece of toast was done and Rhett finished his orange juice, I shooed him to the bathroom with me and I cleaned him up from his deliberately messy breakfast. Even though it was only ten o’clock, I decided it was best we get dressed. We both put on fresh clothing and Rhett didn’t show much disappointment at having to put something on. I loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and cleaned the crumbs off the kitchen and living room tables.
Sabrina got home at 11:30 to me and Rhett playing a video game in the living room. As always Rhett ran to the door to get a hug and kiss from his mother, and I stayed behind in the living room while she removed her winter jacket and boots. When she came into the living room I noticed she had changed into one of her more usual long dresses.
“Good morning Chad! Here, let me give you a hug!”
I was happy to oblige her.
“So I guess everything was all right last night? The house is still standing and it doesn’t look like a tornado went through it.”
“The Cat in the Hat came by with his special cleaning machine,” I said. She laughed.
Today we got Rhett dressed for outside and Sabrina gave me a ride home, me in the front seat beside her and Rhett in the back. During the trip Sabrina kept up a constant stream of chatter about last night’s party (there had been two other children there, but they were girls and were younger than Rhett, so she was glad she’d decided to leave him with me,) that the celebration of Christmas and New Year’s were both linked to the Winter Solstice, how happy she was that she could rely on me for looking after Rhett, how much Rhett loved being with me, and a dozen other things beside. We shored up plans for January: she’d be needing me all four Wednesdays. I assured her I’d be happy to be there.
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