Natasha Simmons.

As Henry ate the cereal set on the table by his daughter the overnight babysitter walked in rubbing her eyes. Henry had to take a double glance as she seemed to still be in her sleep attire. Which was a shirt that Henry supposed usually covered everything, but with her arms up it revealed the college girl's panties.

Natasha opened her eyes to see Henry looked at her employer looking at her. "Hey there sir. Good shift?"

"Another quiet night. How about here?"

"Everything went great, sir. We played some Monopoly. Your daughter I think will go into Real Estate...she trounced me!"

"Oh really?"

Natasha shrugged, "I let a couple things slide a bit, but she did beat me. Or she would have had she not fallen asleep suddenly."

"She has a strict bed time. I want good sleep habits for her, Lord knows SOMEONE in this house should have good sleep habits."

Natasha nodded, her mother worked with Henry. She worked in the Sleep Center to be exact. Sleep Apnea is what she specialized in, but sleep depravation was big as well. Natasha thinks her grades suffered because of her own sleep depravation, all in the name of being "her own person" against her mother's constant hounding about sleep. Now look at her, going to the community college to get her grades up to get to a four year school. Annoying in a way, but babysitting Sarah left her with ample time for school work.