Make herself presentable

Anne huffed, quickly rushing over and turning off the TV, she stuffed the vibrator between the couch cushions and looked around for something to cover herself with. She dug through a pile of clothes she’d left lying out on the rug, pulling out a soft pink bathrobe. The petite woman quickly threw it on and tied the belt around her waist. She took a deep breath, and then she opened the door.

The soft glow of the porch light illuminated the towering figure. She dwarfed Anne. The top of her blonde head was barely even with this woman’s shoulders. Her face was sharp and had signs of aging, but despite that, the petite woman could not put an age to her face. Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her expression was stern.

“I am here for Annie,” she stated flatly.

Annie? Annie was at Chris’ place until Monday. What would she be looking for Annie for?

“I believe there’s been a misunderstanding, uh, Ms…”

“I do not and will not take cancelations once I have already arrived, Ms. Smallpiece.”

Before Anne could protest, the large woman pushed past her inside the house. “Hey!”

“I presume that since you were not expecting me the little girl I was to care for is not here at the moment?”

Suddenly, it dawned on Anne who this woman was. She mentally cursed herself, she’d forgotten to cancel the babysitter that Chris had scheduled for this weekend.

“I shall take that as a confirmation.”

“Look, Ms. Babysitter, I understand that I forgot to cancel and you don’t do cancelation after you’ve arrived, but just leave and I’ll pay you.”

The towering woman gave her a pointed look, “I earn my wages, thank you very much. Besides, I shall have my hands full this weekend for someone a little older than I was anticipating.”

The blonde’s eyes widened, “What?!”

“You clearly are incapable of looking out for yourself. Look at this filth,” a delicate hand gestured vaguely around the living room. “Rubbish everywhere, clothing strewn about, reeking of intimacy, I could go on. Not to mention you, young lady, nude besides that indecorous dressing gown.”

Anne crossed her arms, “How I live is none of your business, now get out of my house, bitch!”

“Attitude is a problem as well, is it? We shall get that fixed in no time. I expect you to address me as ‘Ms. Cane,’ young lady.”

The petite woman muttered under her breath, glaring at the babysitter.

“Now, first things first, where is the room I have been provided with?”

The robed woman scowled, “Farthest door past the kitchen.”

“Very well. I expect you to bag up all this garbage by the time I come back.”

Anne glowered at the back of the black trench coat as the click of heels disappeared down the hall. She stuck up her middle finger at the retreating woman.