Cool Blogger: HEELS AND HOES rang the doorbell. There was a lengthy pause. I rang again and slowly the door creaked open. It was Jamie, the older brother that I had been watching all summer. He wore a wrinkled old t-shirt and a pair of loose, thin sweatpants. A shiver ran up my spine and my nipples swelled even more. He had been sleeping, which meant his parents must have gone away for the weekend or something as they would never have allowed him to stay in bed to this late hour. His eyes grew wide as he realized who I was.
"Oh... oh, hi, Mrs B. Sorry I took so long."
"No worries, Jamie. I'm sorry for waking you" I replied with a little grin. I hoped to God I wouldn't start blushing or anything girlish like that. "I came over to ask if you might be able to give me a hand with a chore I have at home. Are you free for a little while?" All the time I was speaking, his eyes kept dropping down to my chest. He was trying to be discrete but was failing miserably.
