Natasha and her father never really got along, he had plans for his little girl, and so did she... they were not the same. So at 14 she quit school, why, because she could, because she hated it. She looked for work of course, but she was too young for most people to hire legally so only got a few 'under the table' jobs of dishwashing, or other shitty jobs. He had come home one night complaining about his partner and best friend being tired all the time, that he was struggling with the kids and needed a nanny. Well, she jumped on it, told her dad to take her to his work. She met Mr. Freeman, offered to work for minimum wage.. and so began her task of caring for one year old twins. That was 4 years ago now, she had been 15 when she started, flat-chested, nervous, but determined. Now, 19, she had certainly filled out, slender waist, rounded hips, B cup breasts. At only 5'6 she was petite, but curved where it mattered.

She saw Mr. Freeman as more of a friend than a boss, mostly because really, she worked mostly when he was not home, and when he was they spent their time bathing the twins, playing with them, having dinner. She had kept a few friends from highschool and caught up with them on weekends, and had dated a bit, had sex a few times, but it never really felt.. right.