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CHAPTER ELEVEN
I was alone in the house when I woke up the next morning. She'd closed my
blinds, so that I wouldn't be woken up by the sunrise. Thankfully, she put
my bedside lamp on a timer so that it came on and woke me up. But that was
at 11AM. And by then, she was at work and both my brothers were at school.
Seeing that I was home alone, and would be that way for a few hours, I
decided to take advantage of my freedom. I put on an outfit that I'd never
worn before - a shiny, black and pink pair of spandex shorts and a
matching spandex sports-bra. These shorts were shorter than the spandex
shorts I'd worn before. They only covered about half of my thigh. I left
the shirt off, since I was alone, and pranced around the house for the
next few hours doing gymnastics and other fun jumps and bends. Feeling a
little adventurous, I even ventured outside for a few minutes, even into
the front yard where I was able to be seen by passing strangers. Out in
the front yard I played with some neighbourhood cats, some passing
squirrels, and a few birds. When Roger came home, I was back inside. When
I heard him turning the lock in the front door I quickly ran to my room.
For a split second, I considered letting him see me dressed the way I was,
by being in the kitchen or living room like that, and making it look like
I'd been 'caught'. But I quickly decided against that. I was back in my
bedroom before he opened the door, and put on a T-shirt. I decided I'd
stay in the shorts, though. He'd seen me in spandex shorts before, on a
few occasions already, and I was just enjoying the freedom of movement
that they gave me too much.
When he came into the house, he went straight to the kitchen, not coming
into my bedroom to check on me. That disappointed me. I listened to see if
he had company, but he didn't. So I decided to go out to him. First,
though, I passed by a mirror, and was a little disappointed with the way I
looked. The T-shirt I was wearing was a little too short - I would have
prefered one long enough to cover my crotch in the front, and my butt in
the back - especially when I was wearing spandex shorts. Also, the shirt
was a very dark navy-blue, and I didn't think it went well with the pink
and black shorts I was wearing.
I searched through some of the clothes that Mom had bought me, and found a
shirt I'd never worn before. It actually looked like it would go well with
what I was wearing, as it was made of a shiny black spandex material. I
took it out of its package to have a closer look. That was a little more
surprising. It was long, which was what I was hoping for. But it only had
one sleeve - and an extremely tiny one at that. On the other side it just
had a very thin string to hold it up over a bare shoulder. And it had the
words "Catch of the day" in squiggly pink letters written across the
front, and "no escape" written on the back in white industrial smallcaps,
with thin vertical pink lines over them, to look like the bars of a jail
or cage.
I was sure I wasn't going to wear it - it was just way too suggestive and
explicit! But at the same time my curiosity was very strong, and I decided
to try it on anyway, just to see what it looked like. I tried it on
without a bra, since I noticed that the shirt had a thick lining covering
the chest area, and I didn't think a bra strap beside the shirt's own thin
strap would look good.
What I saw was just too funny. It was really thin, and really tight, and
really showed the shape of my body. The one sleeve thing was really
intense, I thought, as were the captions. I decided that I definitely was
NOT ready to be seen in public like that yet, though the thought of it did
kind of tickle me somehow. I also thought I looked cute, and didn't want
to rush to take it off either. I thought that if I was my old self, and I
saw a girl wearing this kind of shirt, I'd have a hard time not wanting to
be constantly touching her and cuddling her.
Then I got startled. Roger called me, to see if I was awake yet. "Just a
sec!" I called back. With a feeling of panic and urgency, I grabbed a
thin, black nylon jacket and put it on over the shirt - the jacket turned
out to be on the short side, ending half-way down my stomach. It covered
most of the words, and the one-sleeve effect. Part of the word 'escape'
was still visible in the back, as well as some of the prison bars, but I
didn't notice this. I went out to find Roger like that.
He was obviously surprised by what he saw, and gulped, then looked away,
but didn't say anything. He asked me what I'd been doing, and told me a
bit about his day, but avoided mentioning what I was wearing entirely.
"Mom suggested we go try to find you a dress today, if you're up for
that," he said. "Just remember what we promised - that just because we buy
it, doesn't mean that you'll be forced to wear it. You still can decide to
stay home and not go to Tom's, in the end, it's too hard for you."
"Won't that be a waste of money, though?" I asked. "Will we be able to
return it?"
"We might, but Mom's not concerned about the money since Tom gave her the
money for the dress specifically. And she, and all of us would much rather
you came with us than stayed behind for the whole week we're gone - you're
nice to have around, and we'll miss you."
"OK, well, we can go look I guess, as long as the decision of what to buy
is mine... and you won't think badly about seeing me trying on a dress."
"Of course not," he said. "I just need to send a few emails and then we
can go."
I tried to fight the urge but couldn't. So I said, "I'm surprised you
didn't say anything about what I'm wearing."
He gulped. "I was worried about saying the wrong thing, so I didn't say
anything."
"You can tell me, don't worry, I can take it. It's just for a joke, to
make you laugh. I didn't know it would look like this until I tried it on,
and you called me before I could change out of it. It's pretty bad, isn't
it? I'm gonna change before we go out, and before Randy or Mom come home."
He looked nervous, but he said, "Bad?! Not at all! It's really cute. Very
cute. And very, very... girly."
I held my breath, and then giggled softly.
He started to walk around me. I turned so that I stayed facing him,
wondering where he was going. He said, "No, stay still, I wanted to see it
from behind." So I stayed still and allowed him to move behind me. My
heart began to race, knowing that he was now purposely looking me over,
without even trying to hide it, and with my permission.
Then, still standing behind me, he said, "Take off the jacket."
My heart skipped a beat. I got nervous, regretting the situation I'd
gotten myself into. I moved my hand to the zipper, but hesitated.
"Come here," he said, and then he approached me from behind. He put his
arms around me and took my hands off the zipper, placing my arms straight
down at my sides. Then he moved his hands back up to the front of my neck,
grasped the zipper and the edge of the jacket, and quickly unzipped the
jacket, his wrists obviously quite deliberately rubbing against my breasts
as he moved his hands from my shoulders until the bottom of my chest. Then
he put his hands back at the top of my jacket again, pulled it back, off
of my shoulders. "Wow," he said softly. Still standing behind me, he
looked down at my shoulders like that for a few seconds, and then bent
down and kissed the top of my bare shoulder. On the other side of my neck
he gently helped himself to a quick nibble and lick, where my shoulder met
my neck. "Mmmm," he said. And then, without warning, he pulled the jacket
completely off my shoulders and arms, and tossed it to the floor.
"Wow!" he said, loudly this time, clearly shocked and excited by what he
saw. "Wow!" he said again, taking a few steps back and examining me
slowly, up and down. He stepped back towards me and said, softly but
firmly, "Turn around." And without waiting for me to do so, put his hands
on my shoulders and pushed and pulled, so that I turned around to face
him. Again, he took a few steps back and looked. Again, he said, "Wow!
Wow!"
"It's bad, isn't it? I thought it would be a fun joke, but I misjudged it,
didn't I? Too much. Not what I should be doing."
"No, not at all," he said. "It looks great. Like I said before - cute.
Well, before, with the jacket on it was cute. Now, it's really, REALLY
cute." Then, he added in a stage whisper, "Even a little sexy."
I bent down to pick up my jacket and put it back on, but he snatched it
out of my hand before I could. "No," he said. "You're staying like that
when we go to the mall. That's your outfit for today. You showed it to me,
now I get to enjoy it. I'll let you cover up before we get home, so that
Randy won't see you like that if you don't want him to. But you're now
stuck with me seeing you like that. Or we don't have to go."
I was quite close to saying, "OK, let's not go." But I DID want to go out.
Not because of the dress, but just to get out and do something. And I
guess I was curious to see how people - strangers - would react to me
dressed that way. So I said, "OK, fine."
He went to get his keys, forgetting about the emails he had wanted to
send. "I'm not going to force you to do this," he said, "but you should
really consider letting Mom see you like that. She'll love it. But that's
up to you."
He held out his hand towards me. I gave him my hand. He held it, and
together we walked out to the car. He held open the passenger-seat door
for me, and waited for me to sit down. Then he leaned inside the car, bent
over me, and fastened my seatbelt for me. Taking advantage of his
position, he rubbed my bare thighs, my bare arm, and kissed my exposed
shoulder once more before closing my door and getting into the drivers'
seat. Just before we left, he said "Wait here," and went back into the
house. He came out with a plastic bag and put it in the back seat without
showing me its contents.
We drove to the mall. Every time we stopped at a light he would reach over
and touch me - mostly on my legs, but sometimes on my arm and shoulder (my
left shoulder, the one closest to him, was the exposed one), and sometimes
my cheek or neck. Fortunately for him, we stopped at a lot of red lights.
I was enjoying being touched, so I was glad about all the red lights, too.
Inside the mall, I thought I noticed a lot of people staring at me. But
nobody said anything. Roger insisted on going to the food court first. He
bought himself a coke, and bought me a glass of pure carrot juice from a
juice stand. We sat on the edge of the fountain. He told me to sit on his
lap while I drank my juice, and I obeyed. He also insisted that I keep my
hands down at my sides; he wanted to hold my cup for me. I thanked him for
the carrot juice. Then I said that since he'd held my juice for me, I
should hold his coke for him while he drank it. He had to open the can
himself, though, as I found I didn't have enough strength to do it myself.
I held it up, and, keeping his eyes on me the whole time, he drank from
the straw. In a very talented manner, I 'accidentally' caused some of the
coke to spill on my arm and bare shoulder. Very 'kindly', he obliged me
and licked them clean. He pretended that a drop had fallen on my leg as
well, and tipped me back and raised my leg, and licked the top of my knee
and the inside of my thigh. I knew that nothing had spilled there, but
giggled and thanked him for grooming me nonetheless.
An elderly woman sitting not too far from us came over and asked if we
were brother and sister. "What an adorable family," she said after we both
confirmed it. "How old is this adorable little cherub?" she asked.
"Eight," Roger volunteered, before I could say anything. "Well, almost
eight - her birthday's next month." He tickled me on the side - I'm not
ticklish, but giggled in response just the same. I looked at him and
raised my eyebrows, wondering why he'd just reduced my age by two years.
He smiled and winked back.
The elderly man who had been sitting with the woman approached. In broken
English he asked me if I'd stand up so he could see what was written on my
shirt. Something seemed strange about this old man, and I wanted to find
out a little more about him. So I obliged his request, first standing up
straight in front of him, and then turning around so that he could see
what was written on the back. Both he and his wife laughed, and he came
over and pinched my cheek. I could sense a funny smell on his fingers, so
before he took his hand away I quickly turned my head and licked his
finger. The man laughed. From his taste, though, I knew that he was very
sick, dying. I was scared by that realization and immediately thought,
'how can I heal him?' And then I heard a voice in my head, coming somehow
from the universe, saying, 'no, not him. It's his time. You must not heal
him. If you want to, visit him later and speed up the process so that he
doesn't suffer. But his time has come.'
I was shocked. I had never heard this voice before. And I was saddened by
what I'd heard. I reached out and put my arms around his neck to hug him.
He responded by picking me up - he still had enough strength to do that -
and putting his hand right on my butt and squeezing and feeling it. I just
laughed and let him do it, until his wife told him that it wasn't right
and that he should put me down. Roger took me from his arms, as he passed
me to my brother, for a split-second I saw a business card in the woman's
open purse which had the address of a hospice written on it.
Roger held me and continued to hold me himself until we left the food
court. He began to put me down, but I said "Wait", and held on tighter to
his neck. He held me, a bit confused as to why I'd insisted on staying in
his arms. I put my mouth beside his ear and told him about the voice, and
what it had told me about the old man. And I began to cry a bit.
Roger quickly found a bench and sat down, with me on his lap. He stroked
me all over, trying to comfort me, until I stopped crying. I leaned into
him, putting my face in the crease between his neck and shoulder, and
hugged him tightly, closing my eyes. A little while later he shook me
awake. He suggested that we find a pen so that we could write down the
address of the hospice. He asked if I was OK to walk; I nodded. He kept a
firm grip on my hand, though. He told me that he'd take me to visit the
man in a month, at that hospice.
"You're a good kid," he said, rubbing my back. "Sorry, I meant to say
'you're a good person'."
I sniffled a bit and said, "Right now I'd rather you call me a kid." Then,
a second later, I added, "But just right now. And don't tell Mom or Randy
I said that."
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