The Babysitter
By J-Mac
Chapter 1: I got the gig


"She's quite the little athlete. She could be a handful Eric," said Mrs.
Arrington.

Eric took the receiver away from his ear and looked at it incredulously.
"She's only 9 years old for Pete's Sake," he thought to himself. He placed the
phone back to his ear.

"Yes ma'am. Well I am prepared for the worst," he said.

"GREAT! I cannot tell you how much we appreciate this. The job pays $200 a
week and I will need you here Monday through Friday from 7:30 AM to 4:30 PM
while I am away at work. See you on Monday!"

Eric hung up the receiver and sprinted up the basement stairs that served as
the link between his converted bedroom and the rest of the world. He stopped
briefly at the top of the stairwell to peer out the kitchen window at his
birthday present. Just a few weeks earlier, Eric had turned 16. His parents
had bought him an old 80's model Ford Ranger pickup truck, but it didn't work.
It needed a lot of repair work. His father, being a mechanic, had promised as
part of the gift to help him fix it up. But to teach him responsibility, Eric
was in charge of raising the money to pay for the parts. Eric shook his head a
little and then began sprinting through the house once more.

"Mom! Dad! Guess what! I talked to Mrs. Arrington down the street! She hired
me to baby-sit her kid!"

By the time Eric had made it through 4 rooms to get to where his parents were
sitting, he was out of breath, bent over hands on knees. He was really in
horrible shape. The diminutive teenager was only 5'5" and weighed a measly 102
pounds. His small stature coming from his mom's side of the family had
disappointed his father who smiled at his son, but felt sad that his boy could
not even run up a flight of stairs and through a few household rooms. In fact,
his father had tried several times to get Eric into sports. Baseball.
Basketball. Football. Wrestling. But Eric was frail and naturally
uncoordinated. He preferred to play sports video games and watch TV with his
time. He liked sports, but losing frustrated him to the point of
self-loathing, so he stuck with imagining himself Lebron James on his X-Box.

"It pays $200 a week," he managed regaining his breath slowly.

"Excellent!" his dad chimed in, "you'll have the $750 we need to fix your
truck in a month plus a few extra bucks for gas too!

Eric smiled and nodded his head, then crashed down on the sofa next to his mom
and began watching TV.

Chapter 2: Meet Allison Arrington

Eric woke up to the horrid ringing of his alarm clock. It was Monday. His
first day. The clock read "7:15". He had overslept. In a sweat, Eric flung off
his blanket and sprinted down the hall to the bathroom. He quickly fixed his
toothbrush with one hand and sprayed deodorant all over his body with the
other. "No time for a shower," he thought. Still brushing his teeth, Eric
sprinted back down the hallway and started flinging around his clothes. He
found his "SpongeBob SquarePants" Club shirt and put it on over the white tee
he had wore to bed. He thought the shirt would make a good icebreaker with his
new little friend. He pulled up his shorts, slipped on some sandals and flew
up the stairs and out the kitchen door. He glanced at his truck and then at
his watch. "7:28" He hopped on his bicycle and began to peddle up the hill to
the Arrington household. He hopped off his bike and ran up the stairs to the
front door and rang the doorbell at exactly 7:30". He was slumped over
slightly and sweating noticeably. The door opened slowly and Eric rose up
trying not to look exhausted.

"Hello Eric," said Mrs. Arrington. She was slightly taller than Eric in her
high heels. "You made it on time! I am so happy. Listen, I wish I had asked
you to come a little early so I could introduce you to Allison. I asked her to
show you around. She has been up a while already and is right downstairs
practicing her gymnastics," said Mrs. Arrington pointing down the stairs
behind her to the left. "Listen you kids have a good time. I will see you at
4:30."

With that, Mrs. Arrington closed the door and left Eric alone to find his new
baby to sit. Eric cautiously walked down the stairs. He didn't want to scare
Allison. He knocked on the wall a bit as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
There was a lot of open room in the Arrington downstairs basement. There was a
tumbling mat set up and a big TV with a couch in the corner. There was even
one of those Bo-Flex machines. It looked like a workout center slash
entertainment room. Eric didn't see anyone immediately.

"Allison? Are you down here? It's me Eric. I am here to watch you."

Suddenly, Allison appeared from behind the stairwell walking on her hands and
giggling. She bridged out of the handstand and popped up to her feet.

"Ta Da," she said.

In retrospect, Eric realized he was staring at the young girl, but as he first
saw her, he was shocked by how thick she was for a 9 year old girl. She had
beefy legs protruding with young muscles and thick arms that while weren't
defined, certainly showed the presence of much muscle. She had on a pair of
spandex workout shorts that fit tightly to her legs and a tank top that
displayed her thick arms. After shaking out of it, Eric clapped.

"Well done," he said.

"Hey. Wait a minute. I know you. You're that kid that lives down the hill,"
said Allison.

"Yeah, err.. I am not a kid. Hey I am here to baby sit you," said Eric.

"How come I ain't never seen you at school? How old are you? 12? 13?"

Eric's heart dropped. 12 years old! She couldn't be serious. He dropped down
off the bottom step trying to emphasize a difference in size. Surprisingly,
Allison wasn't much shorter than Eric. He quickly estimated her at just under
5'.

"I.. I just turned 16 years old I will have you know. I will be a Junior at
the high school next year!"

"Wow! Really?" said Allison bouncing on her toes, "ain't you kinda small to be
a high school boy? Is high school fun? Do you have a car?"

"I have a car, but it doesn't work," Eric began, "high school is OK... hey
wait a minute. I am not that small!"

Allison pointed at Eric's legs. "Your legs are like pencils. Take off your
shirt. I bet your arms are too!"

Incredibly, Eric followed the order without thinking about it. By the time he
realized what he was doing, he had already exposed his boney arms. He quickly
pulled the shirt back on, but it was too late.

Allison was laughing.

"What's so funny," Eric demanded.

"Hehe I could see your bones Eric, hehe. You must weigh 80 pounds!"

"I will have you know that I weigh 102 pounds! Thank you very much."

For a few moments, Allison was quiet. Then she whispered, "Wow."

Eric getting frustrated with his suddenly challenging conversation demanded,
"Wow what?"

"I was just kidding Eric. I didn't really think that I ... "

"That you what," spat Eric.

"That I weigh more than you! Woo hoo! I weigh more than a high school boy! Woo
hoo!"

Allison was beaming and grinning from ear to ear.

"No way!"

"It's true Eric. I weigh 107 pounds."

"How can that be possible? You can't even be 5' tall."

"I am 4'9" tall mister," Allison laughed pointing her finger at Eric
menacingly, "which is tall for my age. But its my muscles that make me heavy."

With that Allison made a double bicep pose like some people she had seen on TV
and began to laugh again.

"If you don't believe me, we can go weigh ourselves on the scales in the
bathroom upstairs!"

"I...I ... I ... ," was all Eric managed to get out before Allison sprinted
past him, grabbed his hand and began pulling him up the stairs. Eric laughed a
bit and followed, but was surprised by the force of the pull. She dragged him
into the bathroom and they stood around the weight scale for a moment like it
was a lost relic.

"Ladies first," Allison said jokingly.

Eric had been put off by the young girl at first, but had to admit she was
quite quick and really kind of funny, but he couldn't figure out why she
seemed to be in charge. He smiled and stepped on to the scale. The digital
scale read 101.2 .

"101 pounds for the challenger," joked Allison who was now smiling quite wide
as Eric stepped off the scale.

Allison took her turn on the scale. She glanced down and smiled.

"Can't quite see it Eric. What does it say?"

Shaking his head, Eric read the digital scale, "109.7".

"Woo hoo!" shouted Allison as she jumped off the scale and hugged Eric with
surprising strength. Leaning back she actually lifted him a few inches off the
ground before releasing the hug."

"I win Eric!"

Eric nodded and smiled a fake smile.

"I had gained a few pounds since I went to the doctors," Allison said, "but
I've got a secret for you Eric."

Breathing in hard and releasing Eric asked, "What's that Allison?"

"You can call me Ally or ... ," Allison thought a moment and then shot another
double bicep pose, "or the Alli-Nator" she said laughing.

Eric couldn't help but chuckle at her cheesiness.

"But," Allison began pointing down at her feet, "I am barefoot. YOU are
wearing those heavy sandals. So it added weight to you! So I am about 10
pounds heavier than you!"

Laughing and skipping, Allison began moving around the house chanting, "I am
10 pounds heavier than Er-ic I am 10 pounds heavier than Er-ic."

"OKOK, you are heavier than I am," Eric said as he caught up to his tormentor.
He just wanted to diffuse the situation. Surprisingly, Allison stopped and
looked at Eric. He could tell she was thinking and he wasn't sure he liked it.

"Muscle makes you strong," Allison thought, "I have muscle and Eric doesn't. I
weigh more than he does. He has nothing but bones. Maybe I am STRONGER THAN
ERIC! A HIGH SCHOOL BOY!"

Allison smiled the most devilish grin at Eric. It reminded him of the Grinch
that Stole Christmas. But there was something magnetic about her smiles and
jokes and he smiled with her.

"Hey Eric. Can you do a handstand?"

"I ... I...," Eric stammered knowing full well that he could not. "I have
never tried", he said resolutely.

"Try! Pwetty pwetty pwease?"

Eric, incredibly, found himself leaning over to attempt a handstand. After a
few attempts Eric crumpled to the ground laughing. When he looked up he saw
Allison walking toward him on her hands. She drooped back to her feet and
said, "Ta Da!"

Eric got back to his feet and laughed.

"You know what Eric? I think I am stronger than you are! I can do a handstand
for minutes at a time and you can't even do it for a second," Allison laughed.

"Don't be ridiculous Allison. You do gymnastics. That's why you can do that
and I can't. I am 16 years old and am about to be a junior in high school and
you are 9 years old and are going into 4th grade! There is no way you are
stronger than me!"

Allison's lips began to crumple up like she was going to cry. Eric tried to
console her. He patted her on the shoulder and said, "Let's just watch some
TV."

Allison plumped down on the sofa and grabbed the remote. She flipped on the TV
and started channel surfing. Eric sat in a chair across from her and looked at
his watch. It was not even 9 AM yet! Allison stopped on ESPN2 hoping for some
gymnastics. When the commercials ended she discovered it was the World's
Strongest Man show. Eric's head popped up when he heard the commentators
welcome back the home audience. To his chagrin, Allison did not change the
channel.

"Ally," he said trying to get on her good side again, "let's watch something
else."

"I like THIS!" she said still upset at Eric for killing her fun.

"OKOK, we'll watch the muscle heads," he said trying to calm her. This gig was
tougher than he thought.

During the course of the program Allison learned that it was a series of
events and the winner would be named "Worlds Strongest Man." When she saw that
the winner was the youngest person on the show she became more determined to
prove to Eric that she was stronger than him.

"Eric. Did you see that? The winner was the youngest person! Age didn't make
the other guys stronger. Maybe I am stronger than you!"

"Don't be ridiculous Ally."

"Fine. You don't believe me, then let's have a Arrington House Strongest
Person Contest."

"We can't do that, we don't have any of their stuff," Eric began but stopped
himself.

"OK fine," began Eric again, "If you can come up with five real events, I will
play along tomorrow, but you have to go to your room and play in there today
and make your own lunch. Deal?"

Allison was beaming again. "Can I make all the rules and everything?"

"Whatever you want as long as there are 5 real strength related events.

"Promise?"

"Only if you scram."

Allison skipped away happily.

"Finally," Eric said to himself, "some peace and quiet."

Chapter 3: The Arrington House Strongest Person Contest

Eric was up early. He wanted to impress Mrs. Arrington with an early arrival.
He pulled his bike into the Arrington front yard at 7:15 am and to his
surprise, Allison was waiting on him to arrive. She was seated on the porch
steps with a legal pad and pen in hand.

"Heya Eric!," she beamed.

"Ummm hi Ally," he said, "say is your mom still home?"

"Yep. She's about to be ready."

Just about that time Mrs. Arrington walked out the front door and hugged Eric.

"I am glad you're here on time. Ally told me how nice you were and how well
everything went yesterday. I can't thank you enough. But since you are here
already, I can get a move on."

"Yes ma'am," said Eric.

"Have fun kids!" she yelled over her shoulder as she got in her car and pulled
away.

They both waved, but when her car was out of sight, Allison popped up off the
porch.

"Announcing the rules of the Arrington House Strongest Person Contest!"

"Wait wait wait," said Eric, "what are you talking about?"

"You said if I could have 5 events then you would play along and that I could
make all the rules."

Eric so wanted to back out, but all he could see is Mrs. Arrington's face and
how she was so happy her daughter was having a good time.

"OK Ally," he said, "but I have to agree to the 5 events."

"OK," she said, "then we will start by announcing the events."

Allison cleared her throat, "ANNOUNCING THE 5 EVENTS!"

"You don't have to yell. I am right here," said Eric.

"Well I didn't have a microphone."

"OKOK. Lay it on me and it better be good."

"Well," she began, "they had a marathon on ESPN2 yesterday of that Worlds
Strongest Man. So I took notes. All of these events I got from watching that
show so you can't say they aren't real."

Eric's smug face turned a bit more concerned and Allison smiled and bopped up
and down on her toes.

"The first event will be," she began, "ARMWRESTLING. Two out of three. The
second event will be TUG OF WAR. The third event will be SQUATS. The fourth
event will be THE FARMERS WALK. The fifth event will be WRESTLING"

Eric had seen all of these events in one shape or another on ESPN, so he could
not argue.

"OK you have the events. What are the rules?" he asked.

"THE RULES ARE ... " she yelled.

"The rules are no yelling," Eric countered.

"Fine. Spoiled sport. The rules are that the winner gets 2 points for every
event. The loser gets 1 point. All events must be played before a winner is
named strongest! And the strongest person gets to be the babysitter of the
weakest."

"Wait a sec ... ," Eric stopped himself again.

"There is no way a 9 year old, gymnast or not, can beat me," he thought to
himself.

"And the loser has to do whatever the winner wants all summer no questions
asked," Eric added.

"Deal," Allison remarked.

"OK," began Eric, "where do we arm-wrestle?"

"I made room at the kitchen table," said Allison.

"After you me lady," Eric jokingly said with a bow.

The two made there way to the kitchen table. Eric's arm was a lot longer so he
had a good leverage advantage. He wanted to make use of it and quickly. He
decided to let her use her strong arm first to crush her spirit so this might
end before morning was over.

As the two sat down across from one another Eric asked, "OK Ally, are you a
lefty or a righty?"

"Lefty," she announced.

"Great," Eric thought, "me too. This should be super easy."

"All right," he said, "lefty it is."

The two locked hands and Eric was immediately shocked by Allison's grip. It
was strong. Then he noticed her wrists and forearms looked beefier than his. A
shred of doubt crept into his head. "Let's get this over with quick and easy,"
he thought.

"On three," said Allison.

Eric nodded.

"1 ... 2 ... 3!"

On three Eric poured into it with everything he had hoping to slam Allison's
wrist to the table and crush her hopes. And her arm did move back at least
halfway down to the table, but he did not slam it as he hoped. Eric's forearms
were visibly shaking from the effort. Head down he poured all he has into
trying to get her arm to the table.

"You're getting tired Er-ic," he heard. He looked up and Allison was smiling
at him.

He redoubled his efforts but her arm would move no further. To his dismay her
arm actually began to climb back to the upright position. Eric was now
grunting with effort, but it did him no good. He could only watch his arm as
it moved slowly down to the table. He had been defeated by a 9 year old girl.

"That's 1 for me Eric!" she chimed in. He nodded shaking his arm a bit. He
could not believe how strong she was.

"That's 1 for me buddy," she said, "but I lied. I am right handed. I knew you
were left handed from yesterday. So I gave you the advantage!"

"You've got to be kidding," Eric thought to himself.

"Time for right hands," Allison said.

Eric locked hands with her. He was determined this time. He wasn't going to
push with all he had like the last time. He wanted her to tire out trying to
beat him. It had to be technique he told himself.

"1 ... 2 ... 3," screamed Allison.

The match started stalemate. Allison was waiting foe Eric to push and vice
versa.

"You can start any time," she said.

"You too," he retorted.

Allison shrugged her shoulders and promptly forced Eric's arm straight down
toward the table. He was able to stop it about an inch away from defeat, or
did she let him he wondered. Once again Eric found himself struggling against
Allison. He pushed with all he had for at least a minute. It felt like an
eternity. He got nowhere. Eventually he heard her yawn.

"Boring," she said and slammed his arm to the table. She held his arm down
until he looked at her. She winked and released his arm.

"That's 2 points for Allison and 1 for Eric," she announced. "On to the TUG of
WAR!"

Eric, still in disbelief blindly followed Allison out the side door and into
the back yard. There was a rope set up in the yard already with a clear line
drawn in the dirt patch it laid in. She had plotted this out well. He was
curious how much thought she had put in to this whole competition.

"Where did you get that rope?" he asked.

"From dad's garage. He has all kinds of cool stuff in there. You know how to
play this one?"

"Nooooo," Eric joked.

"OK smarty pants. Just for that I am going to pull you down onto your face!"
Allison laughed.

Her confidence astounded and worried Eric. He was sure it was just a technique
issue with the arm wrestling, but he HAD to win this one before Allison got
out of hand. Each combatant picked up their side of the rope. Eric found
himself studying Allison as she prepared herself for the tug of war. Her legs
were enormous for a girl her age. Although exaggerated, in his mind Eric
thought her legs were twice as big as his. And her arms were unbelievable. He
had seen very few girls with visible muscle on a relaxed arm, let alone a 9
year old girl! Once again self doubt entered his head. He watched as Allison
dug her heels into the ground. She wasn't paying much attention to him as he
was her. Instead she was getting ready for the event. Shaking himself out of
it, Eric quickly mimicked Allison's heel technique and leaned his back a bit
and tensed his arms. He was ready.

"Ready," he shouted.

"On THREE!" Allison responded.

Eric lowered his head and began listening for the count. He was not going to
underestimate her this time.

"1 ... 2 ... 3"

Eric began to pull with all his might. He was not moving forward or backwards,
but continued to pull hard encouraged by the fact that he wasn't losing.
Suddenly Eric was able to move back a step. Then a second step. Instinctively,
he looked up. What he saw was horrifying to him. Allison was waving with one
arm and pulling with the other. Then her eyes narrowed and she starting
pulling with both hands again. Eric was able to make gains when she was only
using one arm, but now all his progress quickly stopped. He leaned back with
all his weight, but somehow Allison continued to pull him forward. First a
baby step. Then two steps. Then a big hop. Eric was pulling with all he had
but it was no use. He was being dragged to the line. He was only a few feet
away when he was able to stop Allison again. He was encouraged as he stared
her in the eyes. Suddenly she winked at him. Surprised by this, Eric loosened
his body with a look of "huh". Allison seized the opportunity and with one
last grunting pull she remained true to her word and pulled Eric over the line
and smack down on his face. Eric remained that was for a few seconds as he
heard her skipping toward him singing, "I win I win".

She bent down next to him and said, "That's 4 points for me and 2 points for
you. Let me know when you want to do the next event."

Eric lay in the dirt for a few seconds. When se sat up he first thought, "It's
a good thing I wore dark clothes today." His second thought was of Allison. As
he looked up he really examined her truthfully for the first time. She did
have a layer of baby fat, but underneath was muscle and lots of it. She was
seated on a brick-o-block wall that lined her back yard legs crossed and
readjusting her hair clip. Her arms jumped with young muscle and her legs were
filled with muscles he wasn't sure existed. "I have been lying to myself," he
thought, "she just flat out has more muscle than I do. She is heavier, denser,
and obviously stronger. But the next events aren't about raw strength. They
are endurance and speed too. I just have to out will her and I will get out of
this mess."

Eric stood up and dusted himself off as his tormentor giggled at him. He
walked over to her and sat down.

"You'll pay for that Ally," he said.

"We'll see," she laughed, "next event ... SQUATS"

"So what are we going to squat?" Eric asked.

"Well those muscle guys on TV had this thing where cheerleaders got in a cage
one at a time and they squatted as many as they could ... "

"Don't tell me you have a metal cage and a bunch of cheerleaders around here,"
Eric interrupted.

"No silly," she retorted, "I do not but I do have this."

Allison produced a 10 pound dumb bell from just behind where she sat.

"10 pounds!" Eric joked, "you want us to squat 10 pounds?"

"Nope. I want you to hold it while I SQUAT YOU!" Allison joked as she nudged
him with her index finger

"And you will squat me and it will be the same weight!" she announced
gleefully.

"Most squats is the winner and I will even let you squat first so you can't
say you were dizzy or anything," she stated for emphasis.

"How do you know you can lift me? What if someone gets hurt," Eric protested.

Allison shot him the classic "whatever" look and Eric sighed and said, "OK".

Allison stood up on the wall (that was about three feet off the ground) and
clapped.

"OK Incredible Hulk," she joked, "Squat me!"

Eric popped off the wall , bent down and pulled Allison over his shoulders. He
realized immediately that this was going to be a lot harder than he had
thought. He was barely able to stand up with her, albeit a bit wobbly.

"That's 1," she said from his shoulders. He wasn't sure it should count, but
he wasn't arguing. Eric gathered his footing and then attempted to squat down.
About 3/4 down he lost his balance and they both fell to the ground.

Allison and Eric both giggled. He stood up shaking off his shirt again.

"That isn't easy," Eric said, "I am not sure you should do it."

"Oh please," responded Allison, "you've got 1 and now it's my turn. Please
stand on the wall, grab that weight, and bend down so I can get started."

Eric did as she asked. Allison pulled him over her shoulders, but she was
already standing upright. She didn't stumble as did Eric.

"1?" Eric said inquisitively.

"No," she said, "I didn't squat yet. It doesn't count."

Allison closed her eyes and slowly squatted down. "This is tough," she
thought. Grunting she slowly stood back up slightly loosing her footing, but
maintaining her balance.

"1" she chimed in.

What happened next mortified poor Eric. Allison slowly squatted down and stood
back up 9 more times. She was thinking of doing more but Eric protested from
her shoulders.

"You've already beat me. Let me down."

"OK spoiled sport," she said as she leaned over setting him back on his feet."

"Wow," said Eric, "that was really amazing Ally. Wasn't that hard?"

"It was at first," she said, "but after I found my balance, it wasn't that
bad."

She raised her right leg up against the wall and patted her thighs.

"It's all legs," she told him, "6 points for me and 3 points for you. Time for
the Farmers Walk."

Allison led Eric to the front yard where she had set up some orange cones.
There were also two book bags lying next to the cones nearest to the porch.

"The way this works, "she began, "is that we each have to wear the book bags
and run as fast as we can to the cone down there and then run back. First one
finished wins the event."

Suddenly, it hit Eric that he had already lost the bet. The situation was
horrible. He had to do something to save face and hopefully avert any type of
claims Allison might make to the spoils of the contest. Eric had a bit of a
hard time getting the bag up to get ready. Allison, who had quickly put her
bag on, waited patiently.

"I put 50 pounds from dad's weight bench in each bag," Allison said smiling.

Eric knew there was no way he could run with this on.

"I uhh," he began, "I have to go to the bathroom. Be right back."

Eric slowly made his way up the steps and into the house. Instead of going to
the bathroom, he stopped at the dining room table and took off the heavy bag.
He quickly unzipped it and removed the weights, and then he put the bag back
on. He ran back outside and got on the starting line.

"Ready," Allison asked eyeing Eric strangely.

"Yeah," he grinned.

"Ready ... Set ... Go."

Eric shot out of the line running as fast as he could go. He rounded the
corner and noticed that Allison was losing. She was at least 5 feet behind. He
poured it on and crossed the second cone and up the stairs into the house. He
sprinted into the dining room and laid the bag next to the weights. He was
gasping for air as Allison came running into the dining room.

"You OK," she asked still carrying the pack.

"Yeah," he gasped, "I just need a little water."

"OK," she said and walked into the kitchen still carrying the pack and
returned with a glass of water and handed it to Eric.

"Wow. You won that one," Allison said as she watched Eric gulp the water down,
"and even emptied the bag too!"

Eric nearly choked on his water.

"After the race that is," she continued, "So that makes the score Ally- Nator
7 and Eric 5. Time for the last event ... WRESTLING."

Allison removed the pack and led Eric down the stairs to the gym type area
where his troubles had began just the day before.

"I know we don't have a circle," Allison began, "but I figured a square mat
would do just as well. I think the rules to Sumo Wrestling are first to get
knocked down or out of the ... square is the loser."

"You want to Sumo?" Eric asked incredulously.

"Well yeah. That's how they do it on ESPN," she responded.

Eric still chugging on his water looked at the mat then at Allison and her
meaty legs. "She'll knock me over for sure," he thought, "but if I can get her
to do submission wrestling, I can get her in a hold and refuse to let her out
until she agrees that I won the whole thing. Yeah that's it."

"Say Ally," he began, "Sumo Wrestling isn't really Sumo unless you have a
circle."

Allison began to pout and folded her arms at her chest.

"Hear me out," Eric continued, "what if we do a real wrestling match instead.
Like you see on the Olympics. The winner is whoever can make the other person
give up."

"Wow, that is a great idea Eric," Allison said.

"OK then," he said, "Let's Get It ON."

Eric put his water down and kicked off his sandals. Incredibly, although she
had been walking around outside, Allison was already barefoot. This must have
looked ridiculous. A 16 year old boy circling with a 9 year old girl
noticeably bigger than him, both ready to pounce. Eric moved first and grabbed
Allison in a head lock. He tried to flip her over his hip like he had seen on
WWE, but she held her ground barely having to raise her right foot. Eric
tightened his grip and prepared to try again when suddenly Allison began to
stand up lifting Eric with her. Frightened, Eric immediately leg go of his
hold and fell face first to the floor in an "oomph". Instinctively, Allison
jumped on his back crushing more wind out of Eric. She tried to grab his face
but Eric squirmed loose and slid away. Both got to their knees at the same
time and Eric lunged forward at Allison trying to shove her over on her back.
Predictably, Eric was not strong enough and she held her ground before both
fell sideways entangled with one another. Allison wound up on top and managed
to pin Eric to the floor. Hands intertwined, Allison held Eric to the floor
and pressed down hard. He struggled but could not budge his arms.

"Gotchya," she said.

"No way," said Eric, "we said submissions only. This is a pin."

Allison looked at the situation and noticed Eric legs were free as were hers.
She attempted to grab his legs with hers, but her lack of concentration
holding Eric allowed him to push her off and onto her back. He quickly sprung
to his feet and stood over her trying to pin her shoulders. With her arms tied
up, Allison quickly encircled her legs around Eric's waist and squeezed. Eric
instantly let go of her and fell to his knees and screamed in pain. Still
trapped in her legs he pounded the mat and shouted, "OKOK I GIVE."

"I didn't squeeze that hard," Allison thought. So she squeezed again a little
bit harder.

"GEEEEEEZUS!" Eric shouted. He began to tear up a little bit and panted,
"Please Ally, you win. Let me out."

Allison stopped squeezing but kept Eric trapped. He just sat there breathing
hard and sweat had wetted his hair from exertion. Allison did not think she
had tried that hard. "As a matter of fact," she thought, "I didn't have to try
hard to win any of the events. And Eric cheated on the Farmers Walk! I saw
him. I ought to make him pay."

"You cheated," she announced.

"Wha?" he asked surprised, "please Ally let me go this hurts."

"Admit you cheated at the Farmers Walk first!" she demanded and then squeezed
about half as hard as she could.

"Owwww sweet LORD!Yeah. Yeah. I did. PLEASE!" he panted.

Allison started to feel strange. She didn't understand and wouldn't for many
years to come, but she was enjoying dominating Eric. She loved the fact that
she was controlling an older boy and that she was stronger. "Way stronger,"
she thought. It made her feel tingly and she wondered what else she could do.
Finally she released the boy from the leg prison and he just fell over on his
side. What had started as an innocent curiosity and sense of competition for
Allison had evolved into Eric's desperate need to win at all costs and had
further evolved into Allison's subconscious desire to completely dominate
Eric, her babysitter.

Allison bumped Eric's face with her foot. He looked up at her and she was
smiling the most sadistic smile he had ever seen.

"Kiss my foot," she demanded.

"Wha ... " Eric began to protest.

"Do it!" she commanded, "or do you want me to squeeze you some more?"

"N..no,, I'll do it," he said.

"No ma'am," she giggled.

Eric corrected himself and leaned over and gently kissed Allison's foot. It
sent tingles down her spine that she had never felt before. She loved this
more than anything. Eric flopped over on his back and closed his eyes. Within
a few seconds he could feel Allison on top of him. She grabbed both of his
legs with one arm and pushed them into his head which she had ensnared with
her other arm. In an amazing show of strength, Allison slowly stood up with a
loud grunt. She stood holding Eric in a compressed ball. He was looking at her
as she peered down at him with a devilish grin.

"Who am I?" she demanded.

"Allison Arrington," he mumbled.

"No," she laughed.

"Ally" he guessed again muffled by his own legs.

"Try again" she sang.

"The Alli-Nator?" he asked.

"That's right Eric West," she said, "I am the Alli-Nator. And I guess we now
know who is the baby here and who is baby-sitting who this summer. Boy are we
going to have some fun!"