I had the baby-sitting jobs, just like all the other girls my age. There were a wide range of clients on my list. Some evenings as I sat guard over slumbering toddlers, I would have access to books not found at home. "The Carpetbaggers" could be found on one job and James Bond on another. The brainy couple had too many medical books, and lousy TV reception. But there was one spot that always had the messy ink smeared tabloids, lurid and exciting. She lived at the far end of a trailer park, and none of her neighbors liked her, well none of the women.