The babysitting job that I was splitting with Joy was at the house of the Jensens, who were non-members. It was fun having Joy along for a job like this one since it was one where the kids went to bed right off the bat, and all we had to do was hang out and be there to make sure nothing bad happened to them while their parents were gone.
This was a fantastic task since the Jensen's house was full of tempting delights. I almost would have been willing to pay to spend the evening there if I weren't being paid to do it.
First and foremost, the Jensens had cable. Our family could have afforded cable, but my dad hated TV on principle -- he was always telling us how it rots our brains whenever he caught us watching it -- so he certainly wasn't going to pay to have more television options piped in. I didn't care so much for TV that I was terribly disappointed about not having cable in general. What interested me was that in the evening cable meant the forbidden pleasure of R-rated movies.
At church they were reminding us practically every other week about how watching rated R movies is a sin, particularly ones that are full of nudity and sex, which were the only ones I wanted to watch. So on some level I felt like I shouldn't be doing it. But the opportunity didn't arise every single day, so on those occasions when I had the opportunity, I couldn't bring myself to pass it up.
Also, I felt less bad about it knowing that Joy was the same way. She was always willing and ready to join me for this sort of entertainment.
As soon as the kids were in bed, we put on a promising-looking movie. The film itself looked pretty stupid actually, so we just kind of ran it softly in the background waiting for the good parts. In the meantime, we started in on Mrs. Jensen's stack of back issues of Cosmopolitan magazine.
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