Story 96 - Baby Sitting.

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Hi to the Indian Team from the New Zealand Team.

     It is Shanti here.

            I hope you are all doing well over there as we are in New Zealand. 

            First off concerning Jenny. As I wrote in my last letter, she lost the baby. Well, she wants to say thank you for everything you guys over there have done for her. When she received that parcel she was most surprised.

            Jenny and Peter are doing a lot better and Jenny is now back working for Peter part-time. The doctor said she probably would not be able to have children again and if she did, it could be dangerous so they will need to be careful that it never happens again.

       

            That was a good story Hansini. I like the way you guys laid it out with the chess moves set within the story. I was wondering how you were going to do this. Very well done.

            I know that there was more than just you involved in this. Of course, it is your story Hansini and I should not take this away from you but I also know Sarvesh and Mike over here helped as well.

            What really is amazing about that story, which will not be including here, are the developments which have come from it. These will be included in other letters. 

Now to the story for this letter.

            While most of us could enjoy the entertainment each evening, we had arranged to take turns with the babysitting. The idea was for each night, we would place all the babies in one room where a girl/boy team would look after the children and spend the night the there.

            The day we played the second game of chess, we were all having lunch when Mike asked, “Who's on babysitting duty tonight?”

            “I am doing it tonight,” said Amita.

            “And Steve is helping her,” added Sharon.

            “What?” said Steve. “Who put me on the roster? We don’t even have a baby!”

            “I did!” replied Sharon. “You don’t need to have a baby. We're all helping. You included.”

            “You are a cruel woman, Sharon,” said Steve.

            “And how do you figure that?”

            “Well, you allow me to spend the whole night with a beautiful sexy woman and you throw dozens of kids in with us.”

            “There are not dozens, Steve.”

            “Well, how can we get up to any nooky with all those kids crawling all over us?”

            “Look, Steve,” said Sharon. “You are not there for your nooky, you are there to babysit.”

            “OK,” said Steve, resigned to his fate. 

             Anyway, at breakfast the next morning a very tired and shell-shocked Steve arrived at the table.

            “Hey, Steve!” Peter laughed, teasing his friend. “How did the nooky go, mate?”

            “Well there is a bit of a story there, mate,” Steve began, brightening up at the prospect of telling his story. “At first everything was under control….. The kids were all sleeping….. everything was fine. Then one woke up and started bawling. Soon others woke up…. then they were all at it. It was total madness”

            Mike laughed, “Come on Steve it can’t have been as bad as all that.”

            “Yes, it was! Totally out of control!” Steve said waving his arms around. “It was crazy!”

            Now we were all laughing, totally enjoying the joke.

            “But Amita was a champion,” he went on. “She got them all settled and finally back to sleep. She did a great job.” 

            “You weren’t too bad yourself, Steve,” said Amita. “You did fine with some very messy nappies.”

            “Oh, there’s another thing too,” replied Steve. “I can’t believe such tiny little things can create such bad smells.”

            “Welcome to the real world, Steve,” said Peter.

            “Changing a few nappies won’t do you any harm,” Mike added.

            “It probably did him some good,” added Sharon.

            “Hey Sharon,” said Steve. “You sent me in there in the first place.”

            “Aren’t you pleased you helped out, Steve?”

            He paused for a moment, looking around at us all.     

            “Well, yes I am.” Steve continued. “To continue with my story. We had everything under control. They were all asleep again, but there were babies placed everywhere. There was nowhere to sit except on the double bed.

            We were sitting there when Amita said, ‘Shall we have that nooky now, Steve?’

            I replied, ‘What? I didn’t know that was on the menu.’

            ‘Well, why not?’

            ‘What about all these kids?’

            ‘They’re all asleep. We’ll be Ok, as long as we are quiet.’” 

            “So you did get that nooky, after all, Steve?” said his wife Sharon.

            “Yes we did, but let me finish my story first.”

           I laughed at that. Steve was really into getting his story out, so we let him continue.

           “So, when Amita stood up, I did as well. Soon we were peeling each other’s clothes off. She was in a real hurry….. almost tearing my clothes off me she was in such a rush.”

            “Come on Steve,” Amita corrected him. “I wasn’t that bad.”

            “Yes, you were. I hope you are going to sew those buttons back on.”

            By now, we were helpless with laughter. I was holding my stomach. All thoughts of the breakfast in front of us had gone.

            Steve continued. “Anyway, I pulled her towards me and we were kissing and then necking and stuff. She was becoming more and more turned on by all this. Before long, we were on the bed and things were moving along fine. As things were coming to a climax, suddenly she bites me on the shoulder.”

            He pulled open his shirt and showed us the mark. “Look at that!”

            “I’m sorry Steve,” said Amita looking embarrassed. Looking around at us she added, “I think I got a bit carried away.”

            “Well Sarvesh,” Steve said to him, “Next time you send your wife to stay with another man, you really should feed her first.”

            “Steve!” gasped his wife Sharon in horror.

          But Sarvesh was ready with a reply. “What is the problem, Steve? She only wanted a bit of fresh meat,” he laughed.

            “Yes,” added Joseph. “You were lucky it was your shoulder and she wasn’t sucking on something else. If it had been Shanti, she would have bitten it right off.”

            “Hey Joseph, don’t start on me,” I (Shanti) said.

            “Anyway,” Steve began again, “Let me finish my story. As I said things were moving along and we were really getting into it.”

            “You mean really going in and out of it,” corrected Peter with a laugh.

            Steve stopped and looked at him for a moment. Then he grinned, “Yes Amita and I were really getting in and out of it then. Soon we were really going for it. Then I heard a noise behind me.”

           He paused again. By now Steve had really got into his story telling and he was playing to his audience, keeping us hungry for more.

          “There was someone talking….. behind me….. Someone saying ‘Dada! Dada! Dada!’

I looked up and there was Shanti’s two-year old standing up in her cot watching us. Well as you can imagine…. That was a show stopper for me….. really killed the magic of the moment. I couldn’t carry on after that. Amita was urging me to continue but I was finished.”

            This brought a laugh from Mike. “What was the problem mate? I thought you liked an audience.”

            “No, not like that,” Steve replied.

            “You two were doing that in front of my daughters,” Peter said, pretending to be shocked.

            “No Peter,” Mike corrected him. “Your daughters were asleep it was my daughter watching them.”

            Steve laughed, then he said, “And what is your problem, Peter? The way your wife carried on when she was pregnant your daughters would have thought it was normal.”

            “Don’t start all that Steve,” scolded Sharon. Then turning to Jenny she added, “I’m sorry Jenny.”

            “No, it’s Ok, Sharon. The way I was when carried the twins, I asked for everything I get,” said Jenny.

            “Well, Steve? How did it turn out?” I asked wanting to hear all his story.

            “Once we settled the little one down again we did get our own games finished. Amita then curled up beside me and we got a bit of sleep until they all started all over again. I was pleased when this morning came and you girls started turning up to claim your kids again.”

            We all laughed at this, it had been such a good story. 

            Mike then looked across at me. “I hope you got all of that down, it was a good story.”

            “Yes I did Mike,” I replied, holding up a note pad. “I got most of it anyway. It will be a great story for the letters book.”

            “What? Are you guys going to put it into the Letter’s Book?” Steve asked.

            “No Steve!” replied I. “We aren’t – you are.”

            “It’s not worth putting in the book, is it?”

            “Sure it is Steve,” replied Lizamoa. “It is a good story and a funny story. And it even has some of your nooky too.”

            “Oh well, I suppose I’ll have to write it all down while I remember it.”

            “Here take this,” I said as I handed him the note pad. “It will help you remember all the details. Amita and I will fit your letter into the list about this holiday when we get home.” 

            That was how this story came about. Originally, the plan was for Steve to write his own story but later when we got home and he began working on it, he was unable to read my shorthand so the easier way was for me to do it myself. Steve came over a couple times to help until we completed it.

            Bye for now,

                        Shanti and the New Zealand Team.

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