Should I have told Shelley that our perfect little babysitter gave me the cocksucking of my life? Should I have told her that I jacked off to glamour shots of our slutty babysitter on my laptop whenever I got the chance? Should I have shown her the dirty texts she sent me? Maybe. I don't know. My guilt was strong, but my anger at Shelley was stronger. I guess she's always been this cold. I don't know why. And why hadn't it bothered me much before? Maybe I was just used to it. Tess entering my life was like getting hit with a warm, wet bombshell of kindness and care....