Mallory's Moral Dilemma

By Candice Christian

High school senior Mallory was offered a job by one of her neighbors. Some light housekeeping and to look after their one-year-old son. She hadn’t done babysitting for years, but she did like Mrs. Baxter, and her little boy was an angel to look after. But of course, when her friends heard about it, they ribbed her unmercifully. Mallory didn’t bend to the peer pressure and laughed to herself that they had no idea what her side benefits were.

Mrs. Baxter had always treated Mallory like an adult, and at times Mallory thought the married woman might have had a thing for her. Her thoughts were confirmed when she uncovered some shocking secrets about the beautiful thirty-year-old woman the first day she did the housework. She uncovered some shocking secrets about the beautiful thirty-year-old woman the first day she did the housework to Mallory to be a meticulous housekeeper, the woman had left some erotic items in plain sight in her bedroom, along with a sexy DVD playing in her room.

It was all she could do to keep the secret and acted as if nothing was remiss. After the incident with the erotic paraphernalia Mallory sensed that Mrs. Baxter was staring at her when Mallory wasn’t looking. When Mallory let it slip how much she liked Mrs. Baxter’s DVD collection, things came to a head. Realizing she had overstepped her bounds; Mallory was sure she would be fired. But the woman’s reaction was not what Mallory was expecting.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Jun 4, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224850914

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

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Mallory’s Moral Dilemma

Copyright 2024 Candice Christian

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18+

'Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Epilogue

About Candice Christian

Other books by Candice Christian

Connect with Candice Christian

Acknowledgment

Elizabeth Thomas Brewer

Chapter One

The Baxter’s lived two doors down from my parent’s home and I was in and out of their home all the time. Their baby boy loved me because I played around with him and took him walks in his stroller. When her husband was away, Mrs. Whitney Baxter loved me too but in a much different way. You see, she is a very sexual person, needing it all the time. With her husband on the road so much, what else could she do but pursue her pleasures elsewhere? She pursued me. It was a moral dilemma for me. But Whitney wasn't cheating on her husband. Not really, was she? Here's how it all started.

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It was my senior year of High School, and I had recently turned eighteen. And out of the blue Mrs. Baxter called with an offer of a job. Helping her with some housework and babysitting her one-year-old baby boy.

Some of my friends teased me about babysitting. You're eighteen now, Mallory. they all say, .You shouldn't be baby-sitting anymore.

But, the way I look at it; I'm saving money that I know I'm going to need once college starts. Besides, it was an easy routine - every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday afternoon at the Baxter's. Occasionally Mrs. Baxter had me come by on a Saturday and paid me extra. I make twenty dollars, or more, every visit.

I didn't have classes at high school one Friday last spring. Whitney called to see if I wanted to work that day instead of the next. She told me to come on over and do the baby’s room. She hadn't