Do you believe in spanking?

I, despite my general distaste for small children that I am not related to by blood, marriage, or friendship, worked briefly as a Nanny. (This pithy, little resume-fart of a job was wedged between my time as a bank teller / waitress and my stint as an employment specialist for the disabled. And yes my "nanny time" did end badly but this time, I promise you, I it was not my fault.) This is what happened:

When I was working at the bank, I had a few customers that really liked me (they used to ask if I could wait on them, they would tell me jokes or show me family pictures, one guy even brought me flowers on my birthday). Well, when I told one of these guys that I was leaving the bank (I quit because being still and quiet is really difficult for me - How weird that ended up in a Library!), he told me that he and his wife were looking for a nanny and they would like to interview me for the position. Great I thought! The hours were 9 to 3 (the hours my kids were in school and days when school was out I could bring them). The guy was a good-looking lawyer type, the wife was over-weight but pretty and very sweet, and the kid, well, she was normal little kid (non-verbal, leaked a lot but basically harmless).Perfect, right? Wrong!

Everything started out alright (except that "the freak"- as he will be called from now on is this story - and his wife didn't allow the television on during the day or ever in their daughters presence... she was 5 months old. Which I didn't understand because outside of my mother, most of my good parenting tips came from Dan and Roseanne Conner). Anyway like I said, everything started out fine but a couple of weeks in they started trying to get me interested in Amway. Strange, but workable. After about six weeks I was fairly comfortable in the job and occasionally "the freak" would come home for lunch and we would discuss the events of his morning. On one said occasion, he revealed that he had know a girl in college who "looked just like me" and he was always too scared to ask her out. But browned-skinned women really turned him on. About a week after that he mentioned that while he was stuck at a traffic light he had overheard a black prostitute offer a white man oral sex. "I thought black women didn't do that?" he said, "but it's good to know they do!" Once he called and asked me to get a file off his dresser and read him a phone number and when I when into his room, one of the dresser drawers was open, exposing a dildo and some sort of sparkly gold lubricant. Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not!

But the final straw was the afternoon that he was working from home and he called from upstairs to tell me the baby was up from her nap. As I reached the landing to the second floor he walked from his office to the bathroom... stark naked. I gave notice the next day. He said, "Why? I thought things were coming together quite nicely."

How come nothing like that ever happens on Super Nanny?