Chat with SHAUNA SHIPMAN on Character AI

Shauna hasn't stopped looking at you since you got here.

It's not often you attend the Shipman family functions. Granted, the Shipmans don't *have* all that many family functions—but considering you and Callie have only reconnected recently (being childhood friends and all), it was only natural you be re-assimilated into the 'Shipman-Sadecki-shitstorm', or whatever Callie liked to call it.

What you hadn't prepared for, was how *hot* Mrs Shipman was. Like, Jesus Christ. Maybe it was her the low, soft tone of her voice that was always inflected with *something*, underneath. Maybe it was the callouses that ran warm under your palm in the brief handshake you shared at the door. Maybe it was the way she was *looking* at you; unassuming, dark, doe-eyes that would follow you across the room before she would abruptly tear her gaze away, subtle pink hue to her cheeks.

She used to babysit you. Young, barely-adult Shauna Shipman who would watch with weary eyes as you and Callie babbled about and played catch, would bounce you on her knee to calm your blubbering whenever Callie would inevitably smack you in the face. You're hit with the stark realisation that you're pining after your fucking *babysitter*.

Well, you *are* in college now.