Babysitter's Torment
by brooksie brooksie@pacificcoast
A babystitting job turns into a humiliating experience for a young teen


Mature for her age and very responsible, Keri was a sought-after babysitter
who had accumulated a tidy little bank account for a 14-year-old girl. She
worked most Friday and Saturday nights. Usually, she was so booked up she had
become sort of a referral service for other girls. All the girls at school
knew that, if they wanted to make some money babysitting all they had to do
was let Keri know. It was rare for her to have a weekend night off.

"Keri..." her mother called, "do you know someone who can sit this Saturday?"

Kerri jumped off the couch and went into the kitchen.

"I can do it."

"I thought you were sitting for the Marshall's?"

"Mrs. Marshall called yesterday. They had to change their plans, so I'm free."

"Mrs. Brannigan, Keri had a cancellation, so she's available this Saturday.
Just a sec, I'll put her on."

Holding her had over the mouthpiece, Keri's mother said, "It's Molly
Brannigan. I met her at the golf tournament your father's company had a few
weeks ago. She's a real estate agent too. She has two daughters, but you don't
know them, they go to private school. She's divorced, so don't ask about her
husband."

"Ok, thanks Mom."

Keri picked up the receiver and spoke into it.

"Hello, Mrs. Brannigan? This is Keri."

She got the address and time she should be there and hung up the phone.

On Saturday night, Keri left her house about quarter to eight. Mrs. Brannigan
had asked to be there by eight and she lived about a ten-minute walk away.
Keri always tried to arrive a few minutes early. The house was nice, bigger
that she expected with some nice trees in the front and a large hedge down
both sides of the lawn. Keri walked up the driveway and found the gate. She
unlatched it, walked up to the front door and rang the bell. A girl a few
years younger than Keri answered.

"Hi, I'm Keri, the babysitter. You must be...Emily, right?"

The girl nodded. "Come in," she said, "I'll get my mother."

She ran upstairs and Keri heard her arrival announced.

"Tell her I'll be right down Emily," she heard Mrs. Brannigan respond, "and
tell Erin to come inside, I want to speak with her."

Emily came down the stairs and went into the kitchen. Keri heard the sound of
a sliding glass door opening and then Emily's voice calling her younger sister
into the house.

"ERR-INNNN! Come inside, Mom wants to talk to you."

"Just a minute." came the reply.

"Mom said to come right in."

Keri heard nothing for a few seconds, the Emily's voice again, sounding a bit
exasperated.

"Come on! You're supposed to come inside."

"I said I'll be right in, now quit bugging me if you know what's good for
you."

She seems pretty fiesty, Keri thought, as Emily walked back into the living
room. She locked eyes with Keri for a second, then looked away and plopped
down on the sofa in front of the TV.

"She's such a brat," Emily grumbled.

Just then Mrs. Brannigan came down the stairs.

"Hi Keri, thank you so much for coming."

Keri said nothing for a moment. She was awestruck by Mrs. Brannigan's
appearance. She was very tall, around 5'10, with a full head of gorgeous red
curls and looked really athletic. She had quite broad shoulders and extremely
muscular legs, which her short little summer dress showed off quite nicely. As
she brought her hand up to brush her hair back from her face, Keri noticed a
big muscle bulge out of her upper arm.

"Hi Mrs. Brannigan," Keri replied, regaining her composure, is there anything
special I should know?"

"The phone number of the party where I'll be is on the chalkboard by the phone
in the kitchen. These two should be in bed by 10:00. Erin will probably try to
convince you to let her stay up past then so she can watch that awful
wrestling program she likes, but don't listen to her. She knows she's not
allowed to stay up that late. Where is she, Emily?"

"In the backyard. I told her to come in but she wouldn't."

Mrs. Brannigan opened the sliding door.

"Erin, come in here right now."

A second later, 8-year-old Erin came inside, carrying a soccer ball. She was
wearing shorts, sneakers and a tank top. Keri immediately noticed how much
more she resembled her mother than her older sister did. Whereas Emily was
blonde with fine features, tall and angular, Erin was thickly built, already
exhibiting her mother's athletic, muscular build and had a mass a curly, red
hair and a face full of freckles.

"Erin, this is Keri. She's the sitter."

"Hi," Erin said.

"I want you to do what she says and not act up tonight, is that understood."

"Yes."

Molly Brannigan took Erin by the arm and forced the eight-year-old to look at
her.

"Erin, I mean it. I want you to behave."

"Ok, I will," Erin answered, her tone betraying annoyance. "Can I go back
outside now?"

"Alright, but just for a few more minutes, it's starting to get dark."

Erin ran back outside to continue kicking her soccer ball around until the
light was gone.

"Erin's a little headstrong and can be a bit of a handful sometimes. You just
have to be firm with her."

"Ok, Mrs. Brannigan, I'm sure we'll get along fine. I take it she's really
into sports?"

"Completely. It's all she seems to care about. Anyway, thanks again for doing
this tonight. I'll be home around midnight, alright?"

"Yes, that's fine. Have a good time, Mrs. Brannigan."

"I left a plate of banana bread if they get hungry, which you're welcome to
have too, but under no circumstances are they to have any ice cream. They've
had enough sweet stuff already today."

Molly Brannigan walked over to the couch and kissed her older daughter on the
top of her head.

"Goodnight, sweetie."

"Bye Mom," Emily replied.

The first part of the evening passed uneventfully. Keri watched TV with Emily
for a while and she was just about to call Erin to come inside when she heard
the sliding glass door in the kitchen open and she came in.

"I'm hungry, can I get something to eat?"

"You're mother left a snack. There's some banana bread on the counter and you
can have some juice if you want a drink."

"I want ice cream."

"No, your mom said absolutely no ice cream."

Erin argued with her for a bit and attempted to cajole Keri into letting her
get her way.

"We could arm-wrestle for it. If I win, I get to have ice cream."

"No, Erin, your mother said no ice cream, under any circustances."

"What's the matter...afraid I can beat you?"

Keri said nothing. She wasn't about to let Erin goad her into continuing this
discussion. She turned her back and was about to go back to the living room
when she heard Erin call out, "I bet my muscles are bigger than yours."

Keri turned around and saw the cocky little girl flexing her arm. She was
amazed to see there was a sizable bulge in Erin's upper arm about the size of
a small orange, as well as a thick, strong-looking forearm. Erin came over and
stood beside Keri.

"Come on, put your arm up. Let's see what you've got."

Reluctantly, Keri flexed her arm. There was a slight change in its shape as
her muscle contracted, but no real roundness to her bicep. Erin's overall arm
size was actually slightly bigger than Keri's and it's muscular composition
made it look that much bigger still. Erin squealed with delight.

"Told you! My muscle's way bigger than yours. No wonder you're scared to

arm-wrestle me."

"I'm not scared, it's just not going to solve anything. Your Mom said no ice
cream, period."

"What if I just took some ice cream. Think you could stop me?"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, unless you don't care if your mother finds
out."

Keri left the kitchen and Erin soon followed her into the living room with a
couple of pieces of banana bread and a glass of apple juice. She walked over
to the end of the couch where Emily was sitting.

"Move!" she ordered.

Keri became alert, thinking that the older sister would refuse to respond to
such a rudely-delivered demand, however Emily said nothing and moved to the
other end of the sofa. As the evening went on, Keri noticed a pattern of

dominance by the younger Erin over her sister. If she wanted the remote
control, Emily handed it over without question. When she wanted another glass
of juice, she simply held out her glass and her sister immediately took into
the kitchen and refilled it. Keri could see that Erin was built a lot more
heavily than the finer-boned Emily. She wasn't exactly muscular, like her
mother, as she still had a bit too much baby fat left on her. But she did have
a thick, powerful look and enough definition to her muscles to give her a
uncommonly intimidating look for an eight-year-old girl. She looked bigger,
and more powerful than most boys her age. Her legs, in particular, just
looked...well, strong was the only word Keri could think to describe them.

Eventually it was the girls' bedtime. Erin, as her mother had predicted,

wanted to stay up and watch wrestling. Keri simply refused to even consider
it, as Mrs. Brannigan had been perfectly clear about what time Erin and Emily
were to go to bed. Erin began arguing more and more forcefully with her until
Keri simply picked up the remote and clicked the TV off.

"Erin, stop it. That's enough. You're not staying up to watch wrestling or
anything else. Now please get ready for bed."

Strangely, Erin stopped arguing immediately. She glared at Keri but said

absolutely nothing. Finally, Emily spoke up.

"Come on Erin, let's go upstairs."

"No! I'm going to stay up and watch wrestling."

Turning to Keri, she said, "Give me that," pointing to the remote control in
Keri's hand.

"No, Erin. I'm not going to let you stay up and that's all there is to it."

"I'll wrestle you for it. If I win, I get to stay up."

"Erin, that's not how it works. Forget it."

Despite Keri's refusal to engage in this, Erin got off the couch and
approached her, getting into a kind of a crouch. She began pushing, with

surprising strength, at Keri, forcing her to take a couple of steps backward.

"Erin don't," Emily said. "Just quit it."

"Shut up." Erin snapped at the sister. Turning her attention back to Keri, she
smiled. "Time for you to get a wrestling lesson."

The sturdy little eight-year-old ducked down, one foot forward and one back
for balance and wrapped her arms around the babysitter's legs. Erin leaned her
shoulder into Keri's pelvis, pulled back on her calves and dumped the older
girl on her ass. Keri landed on her backside with a thud, her ankles trapped
under Erin's arms. Keri struggled to pull her legs free, becoming more and
more angry as Erin grinned down at her while keeping the teenager trapped on
her back.

"Erin, let me go right now!" she demanded, hoping to assert herself through
her tone of voice. Erin just laughed. Keri twisted and flopped around as much
as she could, grunting with effort as she did. Erin, squatting slightly, had
her ankles firmly trapped. To show how completely in control of the babysitter
she was, she began to move backwards, dragging Keri around the living room
carpet. As she did, Keri's tee-shirt rode up and she began to cry out as the
rough carpet burned her back.

"What's the matter, don't like rugburns?" Erin taunted. "Hey Emily, watch
this. I made up a new submission hold."

One by one Erin unhooked Keri's ankles from under her arms and held them up
straight. Twisting on the babysitter's left foot, she crossed her leg over her
outstretched right one and bent it down at roughly a right angle. Erin rested
Keri's right calf against her shoulder and moved forward so the leg was almost
vertical. Then she finished the hold by bringing her own left leg around and
hooking her knee over Keri's left ankle. Flashing her sister an evil grin, the
malevolent 8-year-old used her hands to push Keri's leg even further forward,
while forcing her left shin to bend across her right knee. The hold was very
similar to a figure-four leglock. To Keri, it felt as if her leg was about to
break and she cried out in a panicked voice.

"All right, stop, stop. Please Erin don't, you're hurting me. I give, ok, you
win."

"Those aren't the right words," her captor replied impassively.

"It's a submission hold," Emily said, apparently all too familiar with what
was required to appease her aggressive younger sister. "You have to say you
submit."

"Ok, I submit, I submit. Please let me go." Keri's voice raised in pitch as
she was now close to all-out panic from pain of her legs being forced into
such an unnatural position. Seeing her victim was close to tears, Erin
released her. Keri immediately curled up, rubbing sore right knee and now
beginning to sniff, more from relief now than anythng else. Meanwhile, Erin
seemed oblivious to her suffering as she casually placed her foot on the older
girl's hip and flexed her arms.

"The winner!" she shouted. "Hey Emily, what do you think of my new hold?"

Emily wasn't paying much attention to her sister. She knelt beside Keri and
asked if she was hurt. Erin removed her foot and Keri sat up, still rubbing
her knee.

"I think I'm ok. Erin, what did you do that for? That really hurt."

"That's the idea of a submission hold, dummy. Don't you know anything about
wrestling?"

"No I don't, and I don't really want to after that," referring to the
television, which Erin had switched it back on and now featured the posturing
and antics of professional wrestling. This time Erin held on to the remote and
Keri made a few half-hearted attempts to snatch it from her, which Erin easily
evaded, laughing at the older girl. Keri responded by going over to the TV and
switching it off, then stood in front of it so Erin couldn't switch it back on
with the remote.

"That's enough," the babysitter stated "please get ready for bed...now!"

This time Erin didn't argue. She simply stared at Keri, with a flabbergasted
look on her face.

"You're going to be sorry you did that," she warned meanacingly. Tossing the
remote onto the couch, she ran up to Keri and seized her by her arm, dragging
her away from the television, into the middle of the room. Once she had her
away from the furniture, Erin twisted the teenager's wrist, forcing her to
bend forward at the waist. Then she clamped on a reverse headlock and dropped
to her knees, bringing Keri to hers as well. Erin immediately slid her weight
back, forcing Keri's head and neck down until she was draped over her
opponent's upper back and Keri's face was flattened into the carpet. Thus far,
Erin had only used one arm to apply the headlock. She now joined her hands
together and began wrenching hard on the older girl's neck.

"Does it hurt?" Erin asked, in response to Keri's cries. "That's what you get
for turning off the TV. Now you're going to get your own wrestling show."

She unclasped her hands and reached across Keri's back with her right arm,
grabbing her right shoulder and pulling the babysitter over onto her back.
Moving back into a sitting position, Erin wasted no time in sliding her
powerful little legs around Keri's head in a scissors hold. She squeezed

briefly before rolling Keri onto her side and turning it into a figure four.
Almost casually, she reached down and pulled up on her left ankle, cinching in
the hold. Keri's right arm was pinned underneath her but she was able to reach
up with her left and push against Erin's knee. She pushed with all her might
but could do nothing to budge the muscular young thighs that threatened to
crush her head. If anything, the pressure seemed to grow more intense as if
Erin was continuing to tighten her legs despite Keri's pushing against them.
Once again she felt the frustration of being helplessly trapped by this
freakishly strong little kid. She gave up any hope of freeing herself and
tried to submit again, but Erin's calf was so tight against her throat that
nothing came out othe than a gutteral kind of moan.

"Erin, that's enough. Let her go, you're choking her!" Emily cried out.

"No! She has to learn her lesson. I'm not done with her yet."

Erin rolled them both over on their backs, crossed her ankles and re-applied
the straight headscissors. As Keri reached forward to try prying her legs
apart, Erin seized her wrists and held Keri's arms down. Lifting herself right
off the floor, she supported her entire bodyweight with just her arms.
Grunting with the effort, Erin jolted Keri senseless by driving her hips

forward and slamming her thighs together around her head. After a few of

these, Erin returned to a continuous squeeze. She leaned back on her rear,
turned slightly sideways, twisting Keri's neck as she continued to squeeze
her. By this time, Keri had stopped making any sound at all, and seemed to be
practically unconscious. She groaned slightly as Erin unlocked her ankles and
slid around on top of the near-comatose teenager, pinning Keri's arms to the
floor and digging her knees into Keri's biceps. Keri responded to this new
pain by tossing her head from side to side, planting her feet and thrusting
her hips, trying to throw her tiny tormentress off of her. Erin rode out her
struggles effortlessly, making gleeful "yee-haw" sounds, like a she was riding
a bucking bronc. It was useless and Keri knew it. She was at the mercy of this
dominant little musclegirl.

Seeing that Keri had given up struggling and was now lying docilely beneath
her, accepting the pin and Erin's position on top of her, the eight-year-old
raised her arms, flexing them as hard as she could. She smiled and looked down
at conquered teen. Keri turned her head, avoiding eye contact. Erin lowered
her arms and began slapping Keri lightly, across the face.

"Look at me when I'm flexing, look at my big arms. Tell me how strong and
beautiful they are."

Keri made no response.

"Tell me!" Erin demanded.

She slapped the teen harder, once on each cheek and Keri began to cry.

"Alright, your muscles are beautiful and strong. Remembering the word, she
added "I submit, please, I submit."

"Be quiet!" snapped Erin, then, to Emily "Bring me the remote."

Emily got up and looked around, spied the remote on the sofa where Erin had
thrown it earlier and handed it to her sister. Erin switched the television
back on to pro wrestling and watched for a minute or so, then the program went
to commercial. Climbing off of Keri, she turned her over onto her stomach.
Without saying anything, Erin took hold of Keri's teeshirt and began to remove
it.

"Put your arms over your head." she barked at Keri.

"Erin, what are you doing?" Emily gasped.

"You'll see."

Keri began to panic, thinking she was about to be stripped naked and tried to
pull her shirt back down. Erin reacted by grabbing Keri around the shoulders,
pulling her into a bodyscissors hold. Keri immediately felt a burning
sensation in her sides as Erin's hard thighs cut into her stomach. She was
having trouble breathing and started to feel nauseous as Erin squeezed
relentlessly. Keri was afraid she was going to throw up. Once again she
collapsed and gave up.

"Alright, please, whatever you want, please stop. I can't take anymore,
please..."

Erin scrambled on top of her again and this time took Keri's shirt off without
a struggle.

"Erin, don't" Emily said, her voice sounding at once both fearful and
awestruck.

"Don't worry, I'm just going to tie her arms up."

Positioning Keri's arms behind her back, Erin looped the shirt around her
wrists and twisted into a tight knot. Satisfied with her work, she tuned

around and loosened Keri's shorts.

"Erin, what are you doing. Stop that." Emily pleaded, but her younger sister
paid no attention and tugged Keri' shorts down to her knees, exposing her red
panties.

"Nice red underwear. I wonder if I can make your bum the same colour?" Erin
mused.

"Erin no, you can't."

"Yes I can. She's getting what she deserves."

Trembling and terrified Keri finally spoke up.

"Please don't, don't spank me please. I'll do whatever you want, please..."

Erin raised her right arm and brought it down, swatting Keri on the right
buttock. The teen yelped and twitched but Erin continued, this time on her
left cheek. Then it was left, right, left, right in a steady stream.

"Have you been a bad babysitter, interrupting my wrestling show and not
letting me have ice cream?" Erin demanded, punctuating every third or fourth
word with a sharp blow of her hand. She was sobbing uncontrollably now and
babbling that she "was sorry for being bad and she would be good and do
whatever she was told..."

Erin finally ceased raining her hand down on poor Keri's rear, which had

turned a fiery shade of crimson.

At the next commercial break Erin got up to go into the kitchen.

"Don't move." she said as she got up off of Keri's back.

Once Erin was out of the room Keri tried to wriggle her arms free but had her
securely bound.

"Emily, please untie me, ok?"

"I can't," Emily protested. "Erin will beat me up if I do."

"Please, you can't leave me like this."

"Erin will untie you before Mom comes home. Just do what she says and she'll
probably let you go soon. If I untie you she'll beat me up really bad. She
might even do what she did to that boy at school last week."

"What?" Keri asked.

"She beat a boy in her class in wrestling and made him kiss her feet before
she let him go. His older brother found out and tried to fight her after

school. He's 12 and a lot taller that Erin but she got him down and pinned
him. Then she punched him in the face until his nose bled and he started to
cry."

Keri felt frightened and confused and remained quiet and still as Erin
returned with a bowl of ice cream.

"Come here," she snapped, seizing Keri by the hair. Erin dragged her with one
hand over to an easy chair. Positioning Keri so she on her knees facing her,
Erin sat down in the chair and commanded the older girl to lower her forehead
to the floor and leave it there. Then Erin jauntily perched her legs on Keri's
back, using her for a footstool, while she ate her ice cream and watched

wrestling. Emily hated wrestling and normally wouldn't have watched it for a
second, but she was worried about Keri, who's muffled sobs could still be
heard as she knelt with her faced pressed into the rug as she had been ordered
to do. Eventually the show ended and Emily stood up.

"Untie her now, ok?"

"Alright, I guess she's learned her lesson."

Jerking her head up by her hair, Erin looked down at Keri with a cruel smirk.

"Some big tough babysitter. You're nothing but a wimpy little crybaby, aren't
you?"

"Yes." Keri sobbed.

"Say it!" Erin yelled, as she slapped the beaten teen's face again.

"I'm...I'm a wimpy little crybaby."

Erin laughed as she staddled Keri's back and untied her teeshirt. Erin used
her foot to roll Keri over onto her back and tossed the shirt in her face.

"You better not say anything about any of this to Mom, or I'll come to your
school and find you and beat you up way worse that this. Then I'll make you
kiss my feet in front of all your friends. Do you understand? Are you going to
say anything?"

"No, no I won't, I promise."

"Good girl." Erin said, as she turned and headed upstairs.

"Are you alright?" Emily asked.

Keri sat up. She felt horrible but wanted to be left alone.

"It's ok Emily, just go to bed." Keri said, still sniffling. "I'll be ok."

"I'm sorry."

"It's wasn't your fault. Now go on, you better get to bed."

Emily gave her a sad look and went upstairs also. As soon as she did, Keri
began sobbing again, as waves of pain and humiliation swept over her. After a
couple of minutes, she cried herself out. Keri slowly got to her feet and
jumped in fright as she noticed Erin standing at the top of the stairs
watching her.

"Oh, poor little crybaby. Did I make you cry little baby?" she said mockingly.
Keri made no reply and kept her eyes down. She could hear Erin descending the
stairs and started to shake with fear. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

"Get over here!" she heard Erin demand.

Keri went over to the staircase. Erin had stopped on the third step from the
bottom. Keri was too afraid to look up at her.

"Get down on your knees." Erin ordered, and Keri obeyed without hesitation.

"Now, give my feet a goodnight kiss."

Keri bent down and kissed the top of first one foot, them the other.

"Now the bottoms."

Keri craned her neck and got even lower as Erin raised her left foot, exposing
the sole. Keri kissed it, then the right.

"Now, tell me how sweet they taste and how much you love to kiss them."

"Your feet taste as sweet as honey and I love to kiss them."

"Beg me to let you."

"Please Erin, let me kiss your beautiful feet. Please."

"Alright. Just once more."

She pressed her lips again to Erin's feet. Erin giggled. Keri looked up and
saw her ginning broadly as she flexed her arms one more time before
disappearing up the stairs.

Keri dragged herself into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
Her face was blotchy and red and still felt sore from Erin's slaps. Her eyes
were puffy from crying and her hair was dishevelled. She put her teeshirt back
on, feeling the soreness in her arms where they had been twisted and her neck
was stiff from Erin's headlocks and scissors holds. But the worst sensation of
all was in her butt. She slipped her shorts and panties down and began to cry
all over again when when she saw herself in the mirror. Her ass cheeks were
red and inflamed, and several large welts had risen up on them. Keri gingerly
sat down on the toilet but she couldn't even bear the pressure of her own
weight and wound up relieving herself while squatting just above the seat. She
slipped her shorts back up and ran some hot water in the sink.

After five or ten minutes, she began to feel a little better, until she
thought of Mrs. Brannigan coming home in an hour or so. Keri knew right away
she was going to lie and that realization again brought tears to her eyes. She
was most proud of two things - being honest and responsible but, at the
moment, she felt like she was neither. She got herself together as best she
could, but she was too nervous and upset to do anything other than pace
restlessly as she awaited Mrs. Brannigan's return. Besides, her butt was too
sore for her to sit comfortably anyway. Just after midnight, Keri heard a car
pull into the drive. She had cleaned up the living room and the kitchen and
planned to make as quick a getaway as possible. She met Mrs. Brannigan at the
front door and gave perfunctory answers to her questions. Everything had gone
"just fine" and the girls were "no problem".

"Did Erin make a fuss about going to bed?"

"No, no, she was fine."

"That's odd, she usually does. She must like you."

Keri felt her face flush. She was not a good liar, and could not help
projecting her nervousness.

"Are you alright, Keri?" Mrs. Brannigan asked. "You seem uncomfortable."

"No, I'm fine. I'm just tired. I should get going."

"Well, here's your money. Now let me call you a taxi, it's late."

"No, please. It's ok. I just live ten minutes away."

"Keri, I wouldn't want you out walking this late. I wouldn't feel right.

Here's an extra ten dollars, that will cover the fare. Why don't you have a
seat, it should only take a few minutes for the cab to get here."

"Um, I...uh, is it ok if I use the bathroom?"

"Of course dear."

Mrs. Brannigan called for the taxi and sat down at the kitchen table. She
thought Keri was acting strangely. Certainly she seemed different that she had
at the beginning of the evening. The outgoing, friendly girl she had met

earlier was now jittery and taciturn. And she seemed to be taking an awfully
long time in the bathroom.

"Keri, is everything ok?"

"Yes Mrs. Branigan, I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute."

Keri stalled for time for another couple of minutes before emerging from the
bathroom.

"Is the taxi here yet?" she asked anxiously.

"Should be anytime. Why don't you have a seat while we wait?"

"Uh, no I'm fine. I can stand. I'm sure it will be here any minute. I could
wait outside, if you want to go to bed, I don't mind."

"Nonsense. Why would I have you do such a thing? Are you sure you're alright?
You seem very fidgety."

Just then they heard the taxicab's horn honk. Keri quickly said goodnight and
made her way down the driveway. From her front window, Mrs. Brannigan watched
Keri walk down the driveway, open the rear door and, slowly and very
carefully, ease herself onto the seat. Puzzled, Molly Brannigan locked the
door, shut off the lights and went upstairs. This girl was nothing like she'd
been made to expect. Keri was supposed to be so friendly and mature, but she
has acted in a way typical teenagers of her age, seemingly nervous and
uncomfortable around adults. She went upstairs and peeked in on the girls, who
were both sleeping soundly.

Everything appeared to be normal.