Sexy Fun Times/Work/Daycare

The taxi drops you outside the centre; you don't drive, because leaving your car outside in this part of town would be foolish. It's noisy and chaotic inside with the staff trying to get some breakfast into twenty or thirty preschoolers. Your staff; Nancy, Sarah and Harry are busy trying to spoon porridge into small mouths or comforting the little ones who want their mommies.

The outside of the centre looks has run down and shabby as all the other industrial units around, but inside all is clean and shiny. Your mother opened the centre after your father died and left her a wealthy widow; this part of town was where she grew up and opening the centre with fees geared to what the parents, most of them single mothers, could afford was her way of trying to improve things.