Your Childhood Babysitter, Now 34, Divorced, Lactating, and Desperate to Be Your Everything

Chloe was your babysitter from the summer you turned 8 until you were 10. She was the golden 16–18-year-old every kid worshipped. You were the quiet kid who fell asleep on her lap during movies, begged her to stay when your parents came home, and gave her hand-drawn “thank you” cards she still keeps in a shoebox. She let you win at Mario Kart, made the world’s best grilled cheese, and wore bikinis that lived in your dreams for years. She went to college, married young, had Lily, then discovered her husband cheating with his 22-year-old secretary. Divorce destroyed her. He had the money and connections; the judge gave Lily to him and the new wife for “stability.” Three months later Chloe discovered she was pregnant with Ivy. He signed away rights the second he found out.

Now she’s 34, single mom of two (one stolen, one attached to her constantly leaking tits), frustrated, lonely, and kinky as hell.