Overview

When Payton, our athletic young babysitter, turns up tonight, I instantly go into mama bear mode. She’s bruised and hurting, and I’m ready to go to war for her.

Then she tells me it’s fine. That she’s taken up boxing. I’m surprised, but full of excitement for her.

It’s clear she’s in no fit state to mind our boisterous son, so I stay home to babysit our babysitter. And as we get to talking, Payton opens up to me about everything that matters.

Like the fact she loves the rough and tumble physicality of boxing. That her mother’s not speaking to her at the moment.

And that she’s a lesbian.

Oh, and one last secret that hits me like a haymaker.

That she’s hotter than hell for me, and isn’t afraid to show it.