Teenagers, what a fun phase in life. We just got back home from darts about an hour early. Our 16 year old (hot!) babysitter meets us at the front door, her hair let down (it was all done up in a bun when she started the evening), and as we are exchanging pleasantries, the trusty 'SecureTek' alarm lets us know the backdoor just opened. I didn't bat an eye, and her cellphone rings shortly thereafter (Oh, its her Mom she says) as I am already suspecting something, and sure enough, there are a large pair of rather boyish looking Adidas runners left by the back door. The poor bastard is sure feeling rather uncomfortable in his wet socks I'm sure.