Ronnie, Veronica when she was in trouble, was a sweet girl in her own way, just that she had an abundance of energy and there weren't enough outlets in the world to keep her busy. I'd babysat a weekend here and there before, ever since George had returned home with his family, and I thought I had a handle on things. But that was a whole lot different than one to two weeks and I was starting to fray around the edges already. It had only been four days so far and was looking like an eternity for the future for this bachelor uncle and his tomboy niece.

"Uncle Benny," she called out, "can we do something?"

"After I read the papers I suppose we could think of something. Would that be okay?" I asked.

She bounded out through the kitchen and was gone again, for a few minutes at least, so I returned to my reading. I had to keep up on current technical events or trying to write about them was going to go right in the toilet. My clientele needed summaries of everything going on in defense and aerospace, a particularly fluid set of disciplines with priorities shifting in the flux of political power and the careers of power brokers. Someone had to be able to brief executives on the latest changes and the briefers depended on my company's services for timely, read that instantaneous, reporting with enough history to fit it all together for management boards and trustees. It wasn't an easy thing but I'd gotten used to it over the years. Now I was catching up on a shakeup at General Electric and the expected effects on quiet jet engine production for the newest commercial airliners as one of their best design engineers had gone over to Rolls Royce.

Just as I finished another quick outline of which executive's power base had altered due to changes in design and management personnel, the back door slammed against its stop and Ronnie was coming back at her usual pace of a full out sprint.

"Stop!" I called out just as she rounded the corner. "Now calmly walk on over and tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of yours."

Ronnie grinned, stepped and stopped, grinned, took another step then trotted over to stand next to me at the computer, grinning wildly at the jape she'd just pulled.

"Can we do something fun now?" she asked.

I breathed out a long sigh and answered, "Come up here and we can talk about it."

She clambered up on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck and grinned that sweet grin of hers that always got what she wanted from me. "It's boring around here. Can we go somewhere?"

"Can you give me a little bit more time to finish what I'm doing?"

"I guess so," she answered and squirmed some on my lap. It didn't help the growing erection I was getting from her warm butt shifting around on me, not at all. She always did have that effect on me no matter how much I tried not to think about her in that way, but it's hard when a girl gets all wiggly and seems to find delight in teasing her 'favorite uncle' to her heart's content. The fact that she really was a most beautiful girl, ball cap and all, and had the right combination of smarts and joie d' vie made her attractive to me in a most disconcerting way. Right at the moment she was reading the computer screen with her brown ponytail swishing as her head turned. As she read I remembered the sight from the night before, how she'd come out of the shower drying her hair, the idea of a towel that was supposed to keep her covered up seemingly lost in the moment. Every bit of her body was exposed to my suddenly lustful sight, the long legs, smooth thighs, trim waist with just that bit of widening that I found most enticing, and the sleek twin folds of her bare labial lips protruding and slightly pinker than the rest of her to set them off in my view. Yeah, I got horny thinking about her. ......(cont)