If you saw an eighteen-year-old lifeguard continually pay skimpy-bikini-wearing thirteen-year-old girls compliments like “Hi, love.” and “Sweetheart, did anyone ever tell you you’re beautiful?”, what would you do? I know what I’d do. I’d call the police on the lecherous cretin. Not our Stacey, who, as the title of the eighth book in the Baby-Sitters […]
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