Frannie to go topless as well

You lock eyes with the teary-eyed bottle-blonde and look at her as if you are seriously contemplating coming up with something for her to do to get her out of her current predicament.

Truth to tell, it had already been decided from the moment she had made her fateful appearance on your doorstep.

"Sarah! Stop!" you raise your hand up, like a policeman directing traffic.

Now it's Sarah's turn to look upset. She ceases striking her Chem. Lab partner's lush bottom and turns her attention to you.

"No, no! Please! I can do better! I don't wanna.." Sarah starts to blubber, obviously afraid she had failed in her assignment, and was to be next in line for swats.

You wave your upraised hand gently in the babysitter's direction.

"Relax, relax, honey! You've done fine!" you attempt to soothe the cute brunette. you step up to the sofa and offer your hand to the still-upended blonde. She smiles happily, accepting it gratefully, uprighting her top-heavy figure.

"Take off your tee shirt, Frannie," you say matter-of-factly to the teen inches before you, trying to disguise your eagerness at seeing those mammoth jugs finally exposed.