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Peace In The House By Karen Singer Kate is a single mother with a seventeen year old son and a fifteen year old daughter who constantly fight like cats and dogs. But Kate has taken a new job that requires her to be away from the house for most of the day, leaving the two kids alone with each other. Since her son is the oldest, she puts him in charge. But... who's really the one in charge? Written in 2003, this was the second story I ever wrote. While not my personal favorite, this one for some reason has always been a big fan favorite. I am presenting it here in its entirety. I hope you enjoy it. Chapter 1: No Pain, No Gain Kate Thompson was just glad to have a job! But better than that, this one actually paid pretty well. She had been unemployed for only a week before she found this opportunity, and as a single parent with two teenagers to take care of, the extra money was really needed. There were problems of course. The new job meant that she would have to work a long day shift, but since John was now seventeen and Sally was fifteen, she figured that they were old enough that she could trust them on their own until she got home. The two kids frequently fought like cats and dogs and sometimes Kate felt like her biggest job in life was just keeping peace in the house. John and Sally would just have to learn to put up with each other, something she had always wished for, but had never happened. School had just let out for the summer that week and her new schedule would mean that she could not be there for them during the day from about 8:00 in the morning to 6:00 at night. The kids would just have to take care of themselves until she could return in the evening. She thought they were certainly old enough to learn. John was a surly boy. He often kept to himself and lately he didn't seem to want anything to do with being part of the family. He just wanted to be by himself. He was getting to be somewhat verbally abusive towards everyone and was bordering on being a real problem. Kate figured it was a part of his age and the friends he must be hanging around with. Sally on the other hand was outgoing and energetic. She had something of a temper and more than a little bit of a mean streak in her, but overall, she was a joy. Where John hadn't taken an interest in any after-school activities, Sally had started early with dance classes and then later had gotten heavily into the martial arts - something she had gotten very good at in the past few years. Kate thought that John could have learned a lot from some martial arts training, especially discipline, but he was always too full of himself to ever try. On her first day of work, Kate fed John and Sally some breakfast before she left, then she sat down to talk to them. "John, I'm putting you in charge and ..." "What!" said Sally angrily. "Why should he be in charge? I don't need anybody telling me what to do!" "Cause I'm older," taunted John "and ..." "Stop that!" yelled Kate. "I'm tired of you two not getting along and I don't want to hear any more arguing! And John, wipe that silly smirk off your face! You two are going to have to learn to get along together and handle things while I'm at work. Now no more arguing! Is that understood?" "Yes Mom," they both answered reluctantly. With that, Kate kissed them both goodbye and headed out the door to work while John and Sally just sat there and glared at each other. "Just remember," John smirked to Sally "I'm in charge." "Get lost!" Sally returned and headed for her room. It was shortly after 12:30 when John came into the den and interrupted Sally while she was watching TV. "I'm getting hungry, he said. "Make me something to eat." "What?" said Sally. "Make yourself something. I'm watching TV." "Mom put me in charge," said John, "so I'm telling you to make me something to eat!" "Well if you're supposed to be in charge," Sally replied, "then you should be taking care of me. Make me something to eat!" "No," shouted John. "I'm not going to take care of you. You're supposed to do what I tell you to!" "No way!" shouted Sally back as she got up and stood staring him eye to eye. "I'm not going to do whatever you tell me to do. I don't need anybody telling me what to do! Especially not some loser wimp like you!" "I am not a wimp!" shouted John. "Yes you are!" shouted Sally. "Am not!" shouted John. "Are too!" shouted back Sally. Sally knew how to push John's buttons and her temper was really up now. But this time, she had questioned John's first bit of authority that he had ever had, and he was suddenly pushed over the edge. In his rage, he took a swing right at his sister's face. It was the first time he had ever done that... and it would be the last time he ever tried. The punch never even came close. Sally's martial arts training kicked in and John suddenly found himself going head over heels, coming down hard on his back. Sally's temper and training were both working together now and she wasn't about to stop there. Before John knew it, he found himself the recipient of blow after blow as she screamed and shouted at him. "Don't you ever try that again!" she yelled. I'll kill you if you do!" John was on the floor, crying and blubbering like a baby. "I'm sorry," he kept saying over and over again. "I'm sorry. Please stop!" Sally finally put one more minor kick into his back and then stood back watching her brother. She had beaten him up with ease. Of course she had known that she could. He really was a wimp! But now that she had done it, she figured he had to know that she was a lot stronger than he was and that she wasn't anyone he could ever push around again. She didn't like John being in charge, and now, she would fix that. But first, just a little more button pushing. "Say it!" she commanded. John was still crying a little. His ego had just suffered a major blow and he wasn't handling it very well. "Say what?" he blubbered. "That you're a wimp!" she replied. "No!" said John, still crying. Sally wasn't going to take no for an answer though. Instantly, she was on top of him, twisting his arm into a very painful position. John simply couldn't take the pain. "Owww!" he screamed. "Stop! Stop!" he cried pitifully. "Say it!" Sally commanded again. By this time, John would do anything to stop the pain and get her off of him. "I'm a wimp," he finally blubbered. "Say it so I can hear it!" Sally commanded. "I'm a wimp." John said louder. "And are you going to give me any more orders?" She asked. "No," said John defeated, his twisted arm still hurting. "Please get off of me." But Sally wasn't quite through with him yet. She twisted his arm a little further and said, "Mom said that you were in charge, but now tell me which one of us is really the boss around here?" "You are," said John screaming from the additional pain. "And are you going to do everything I tell you to do?" Sally asked. "Yes, yes. Please stop!" cried John. "Then get in there and make us some lunch," said Sally forcefully as she pushed him away from her. "And it better be good!" John got up slowly from the carpet and made his way crying into the kitchen, all the time keeping as much distance as possible between himself and Sally. Sally sat down on the couch, no longer interested in the TV. She had to take stock of what had just happened. She decided quickly that she was going to have to find a way to keep John from telling Mom what she had just done. That was going to be very important. She also decided that now that John was "under her thumb," she was going to have to find a way to keep him there. With that thought, her inventive mind went into overdrive. John moped around the kitchen for a while trying to figure out what to fix. His mom had said there was some left over ham from last night's dinner in the refrigerator that could be used to make sandwiches, so he eventually got busy fixing some ham and cheese sandwiches for them both. All the while he worked, his resentment toward Sally grew and grew. "She can't push me around like that!" he thought. "I'll get back at her. I'll tell Mom. She'll fix her. She can't give me orders like that. I'll hit her so hard she won't know what happened!" Now that Sally was no longer in the room, his courage was returning, but he finished fixing their lunch anyway. When it was ready, he called Sally into the kitchen - none too politely. Sally immediately noticed that his old attitude was returning. As soon as she got into the kitchen she warned him, "You better watch how you talk to me, or you'll get it again!" "I'll talk to you anyway I want!" John shot back. "You can't tell me what to do!" John's brain obviously wasn't functioning too well. Sally was shocked. She had just given him the beating of his life and he was already arguing with her. He was also making her angry again. "You're acting like a spoiled brat!" she yelled at him. "Do you need me to give you a good spanking like a baby? Something that will make you remember who's really in charge here?" "You wouldn't dare!" John retorted. "You just got lucky a little while ago. You try anything again and I'll make you wish you were never born!" Sally had all she could take. She couldn't believe that John was actually standing up to her again. She knew she had to put a stop to that, fast. She crossed the floor in a flash. John cringed back a little but the only thing that was really on his mind was defending himself. He really had no chance though. Sally landed a hard kick right into his balls that dropped him immediately to his knees in pain. She came around behind him and jerked his right arm up behind him again and actually lifted him up to his tip-toes like that. "Oww! Stop! Don't! You're breaking my arm." John shouted. "You just don't learn do you," Sally said. "Now who's in charge here?" she asked him. "You are," John replied, nearly crying again from the intense pain. "And are you going to give me any more trouble?" Sally asked. "No," John said as his pain made him really start crying again. "I think you deserve that spanking I warned you about," said Sally. "Maybe it will help you to remember that you do whatever I tell you to, and that you need to speak politely to me - always! Now, take your pants off!" "What?" John cried in terror. "I said take your pants off so I can give you a spanking," Sally said again. "No! Don't!" John cried. But that's all he was able to say as Sally immediately twisted his arm a bit more and John went crazy with pain. "Okay, okay!" he cried. "Well, I'm waiting," Sally said, easing the strain on his arm just a little. "I can't, you're twisting my arm," John said. "I've only got your one arm," replied Sally. "You still have another one." John had to use only his left arm to undo his belt, unfasten the button on his jeans and then try to slide them down his legs. All the while crying like a baby. Sally got tired of waiting on him and as soon as he had lowered his pants, she grabbed the waistband of his underwear and ripped them down too. Then she grabbed his other arm and twisted it behind his back with the first one and marched him over toward the chairs. Sally sat down, and then kicked John's legs out from under him so that he landed right in her lap. While she held both of his arms up behind him with her left hand, Sally gave John the spanking of his life with her right hand. John was already crying, and now he just screamed in pain and humiliation. John's backside was bright red by the time that Sally finally figured he had had enough. As soon as she let him up, John reached to pull up his pants, but Sally stopped him. "Did I say you could pull your pants up?" Sally asked him. "No," John blubbered. "You're crying like a baby. Maybe that's how I should treat you, like a baby. Go stand in the corner baby John," she ordered. "And leave your pants around your ankles till I tell you otherwise." John shuffled over to the corner of the kitchen and stood there facing the corner and crying. "All the way into the corner!" Sally ordered. "I want to see your nose touching the wall!" she added. The angry tone of her voice left John no choice but to put his face as far into the corner as he could. And that's how he stayed while Sally ate her lunch in silence. When Sally had finished eating, she looked at him standing in the corner. "You really are nothing but a big wimpy baby," she said. "I can't believe how pathetic you are. You can't even take that simple little spanking I gave you. Maybe we should put you back into diapers to show Mom what you really are." That evoked another round of muffled sobbing from John who was still keeping his nose pressed into the corner. "What a baby!" Sally said disgustedly. With that, she got up and went over to the counter and started working. John could hear the blender going, but had no idea what she was doing. Finally, Sally said to John, "Are you ready to come out of the corner yet?" "Yes" was all he replied. "Are you sorry for the way you spoke to me?" Sally asked next. "Yes" John answered. "Are you going to do what I tell you to from now on?" Sally asked. "Yes" John answered again. "Then you can come out of the corner now," she finally told him. John turned around slowly. His eyes were bloodshot and his whole face was wet from tears. He started to reach for his pants, but a sharp "Leave them!" from Sally stopped him. "Come over here and I'll feed you your lunch like the baby you are!" Sally said to him. John shuffled over to the table and tried to sit down, but as soon as he did so, his sore backside forced him to stand right up again. Sally laughed. "Sit down!" she ordered. John immediately sat back down and tried to get comfortable, but his sore backside was on fire. Sally set a bowl of something on the table in front of him, then pulled up a chair next to him. "What's that?" John asked. "Your lunch" Sally told him, "I pureed your sandwich into baby food." "Oh, please no," said John. "Shut up and open your mouth!" Sally ordered as she brought a spoonful of the mashed up sandwich to his mouth. John actually started to lift his hands to stop her, but she just said, "Don't!" and that was all it took. Sally spoon-fed John the entire bowl. His occasional crying at being treated and humiliated like this caused some of the food to get all over his face. "Just like a baby!" said Sally. When he was finished, Sally wiped off his face then told him to clean up the kitchen. "And take those pants off" she said. "You don't need them right now. Maybe it'll help remind you just who wears the pants around here now" she added. She hadn't thought about what she had just said before it came out. But she kind of liked the symbolism of that. She thought about it some more as she watched him doing the dishes before she left him to watch some more TV. When John finished in the kitchen, he walked into the den. His eyes were still red from crying and he was trying to hold his hands in front of him to preserve a little bit of modesty. Sally almost laughed. "May I please put my pants back on now?" he asked politely for a change. "No" said Sally. "But I can't go around half naked all day" John said. Sally looked at him. "I'll think about it. In the meantime, sit down on the floor and watch TV while I figure out what to do with you. And stop trying to cover yourself up!" John bashfully moved his hands from in front of himself and sat down on the floor like he was told as watched TV. Sally sat watching her brother for a while then suddenly came to a conclusion. "Darn it all!" she suddenly exclaimed. "I suppose your right. You can't stay like that all the time. Stay right there!" She got up and hurried out of the room. She came back a few minutes later and threw something at John. "Put that on!" she commanded. John unfolded the bit of material she had thrown at him and was shocked to see that it was one of her short skirts. "But ..." John started. "No buts!" said Sally. "Put it on or go naked. The choice is yours." John reluctantly got up and pulled the elastic waist of the skirt into place. It was obvious just looking at him how embarrassed he was and Sally laughed. "It looks real cute on you," she finally said. Now go to your room for a while, I'm tired of looking at you. And leave that skirt on!" she added. With that, John gladly ran out of the den up to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. When he got to his room, he laid down on the bed feeling sorry for himself for about an hour. Then he got busy with something else. In the meantime, Sally was trying to figure out just how she was going to keep John under her thumb and at the same time not have him tell their mother what she had done to him. She finally decided to threaten him with another severe spanking and maybe actually spank him a little again until he agreed not to tell. With that plan in mind, she went up to his room and just barged in. What she saw surprised her completely. John was smoking a marijuana joint and was obviously a little high. That was the last thing that she had been prepared to see. There was a large zip-lock bag full of the stuff on the bed beside him. "John! What are you doing?" she gasped in shock. John had been surprised by Sally's sudden appearance and hadn't thought anyone would ever find out. He was about to grab the bag to hide it but Sally got to it first. As he tried to reach to take it from her, she just pushed him back onto the bed. At least this time, John was smart enough to not try to fight with her. "What are you going to do?" he asked her. "I don't know yet," Sally answered truthfully. "I'll just have to think about it. I suggest you stay here in your room for the rest of the day till Mom gets home, or I say otherwise." Sally went out to think. Now Sally had a bigger problem. What she had done to John earlier was bad and she knew it was wrong. Even though she had been planning to keep it a secret from her mother so that John wouldn't bother her anymore, she had still felt very guilty about it. She and her mother had always shared a very close bond together, something that Sally really didn't want to break. But now that she had discovered John's drugs, that kind of put a different light on everything. Sally knew in the end that she would have to tell her mother the truth about everything. Being honest was the only way she could ever stop feeling the guilt she now felt and continue to enjoy the warm loving relationship she had always had with her mother. Sally stayed quietly at home for the rest of the day. What she had to tell her mother never left her mind. She knew her mother would be devastated by it, but it had to be told. Curiously, or maybe not, John never did come down from his room. He stayed there all day. A little bit before her mother was due home, Sally went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner. It was a small peace offering of sorts, but it also gave her something to do as the appointed time for her talk with her mother grew closer. Kate arrived home right around 6:00 like she said she would. She hurried in the back door and was about to call out to announce that she was home when she saw Sally sitting quietly at the kitchen table. She could smell dinner cooking and that made her glad, but it was obvious from looking at Sally that there was something wrong. "Sally, what's wrong? Where's John?" she asked suddenly very concerned. "John's in his room," Sally said, then continued. "Mom, I need to talk to you." "What's wrong Sweetie?" Kate asked, still concerned and very puzzled as she sat down facing her daughter. Sally took a big breath then started. "Mom, I have something to show you and I have something to tell you." "What is it?" Kate asked again. "I found this in John's room this afternoon," Sally said as she brought the plastic bag up from her lap and set it on the table in front of her mother. Kate suddenly felt like the whole world was crashing in on her. She recognized what was in the bag immediately. She had never wanted to believe that one of her kids could ever be involved with drugs, but now, here was Sally showing her the evidence. "Oh God no!" said Kate finally as she started to get up to go up to John's room. "Mom, please sit down and listen to the rest of what I want to tell you" Sally said. Kate was having enough trouble with the knowledge of John's drug use, and now Sally was telling her there was more? She sat back down staring at her daughter in a daze. She was in shock and wasn't sure what she should do. Sally had rehearsed the words over and over again in her head all afternoon, but actually saying them was one of the hardest things she had ever done. "Mom, John and I had another fight today when he tried to order me around, only this time he tried to punch me in the face. I blocked him and then beat him up a little and made him make me a sandwich for lunch." Hearing that Sally had beat up John suddenly made Kate very concerned about John's health, but she sat silently waiting for Sally to finish. "When I went in to eat it, he was really rude to me again, and I'm afraid I got mad at him and gave him a spanking." "You gave him a spanking?" Kate echoed her daughter's words as she stared in astonishment at her daughter. "I did," Sally continued, "then I made him stand in the corner with his pants still down because he had been acting like such a baby. Later, after he ate his lunch, I made him take his pants off and put on one of my skirts to help him remember who really wears the pants around here now. Then I sent him to his room. Later, when I went up to talk to him, he was smoking one of those. I grabbed the bag and left him there." "Did you hit him again?" Kate asked her. "No Mom, I just left him. I was so shocked when I found these that I couldn't think to do anything else. He's been up there all afternoon since." Kate just stared at her daughter and then at the drugs in front of her. She started to get up again, but Sally stopped her. "Mom, I'm really sorry for what I did. I know how wrong it was and I know I deserve whatever punishment you decide for me, but please, I have a special request." "What is it?" was all Kate could think to ask. "Mom, please... put me in charge when you leave. I can handle John but I really can't stand for him to be ordering me around." When it was obvious that Sally didn't have any more to say, Kate just got up, grabbed the bag of marijuana joints, and headed upstairs to John's room. She didn't knock, she just walked in. John was on his bed reading a magazine. Kate was surprised to see he was still wearing Sally's skirt. John just looked at her without saying anything. He knew he was in major trouble. "I'm sorry Mom," was all he could say. Kate stared at him for a moment, her anger, disappointment, and frustration growing by the second. Suddenly, she just ran out of the room, slamming the door closed behind her. She ran straight into the bathroom and dumped the drugs into the toilet and flushed it. There were tears streaming down her face. When the toilet filled up again, she flushed it again. All she could think about was that she wanted those drugs as far away from her house as possible. As she watched the toilet filling again, she called out to Sally to come to her. "Sally, when this fills up again, I want you to flush it again. And I want you to stand here and do it over and over and over again until I tell you to stop!" Kate was crying. She knew she was being crazy about what she just told Sally to do, but she didn't care. Then she went back into John's room. She was crying openly now, but her anger and frustration were driving her forward. She went over to John and slapped him on the face. She knew she shouldn't have done that and deep down inside she was sorry for it, but she was really angry. "What did you think you were doing?" she screamed. "Don't you know how bad those things are? I thought I raised you better than that! You don't know how disappointed I am in you." She was crying and the words were just coming out. She didn't know what she was saying and it really didn't matter. It was her emotions that were getting across, and that's what really counted. Finally, a coherent thought crossed her mind and she asked him. "Where did you get the money to buy all that stuff? I know those things cost a lot and you didn't have that much. Where did the money come from?" When John was slow to answer, she hit him again and yelled, "Tell me!" John was crying too. He had good reason. He had never seen anyone so angry before in his life. "I sold Sally's earrings," he said at last through his tears. "You what?" said Kate. "What earrings?" "Her diamond earrings," John replied. There was a very loud scream from the hallway behind them as Sally ran to her room to check. "You sold Sally's diamond earrings that your father had given her? She cherished them!" "Well, she hardly ever wore them and I didn't think she'd really miss them," John said. "They're gone, they're gone!" a hysterical Sally screamed as she ran back through the hall and barged into the room. "Get out!" Kate yelled at her daughter. Sally reluctantly backed out of the room. Kate was beside herself. She knew she had to be alone and think for a while. "You stay here!" was all she said to John as she left his room, closing the door behind her. Sally was in the hallway. "Mom, ..." Kate stopped her daughter from saying anything else by just raising her hand. "Go down and make sure dinner doesn't burn. It may be a while before anyone here feels much like eating tonight. Then leave me alone for a bit." Kate went into her room and fell on the bed sobbing. She cried for what felt like an eternity before she could finally stop and start thinking again. She knew she had some decisions to make. First of all, John had to be prevented from getting his hands on any more drugs. He obviously couldn't be trusted anymore and he definitely couldn't be allowed to hang around with those friends of his again. But now she had this new job and she had to support her family. She couldn't stay home and take care of them. They needed the money. Kate had no idea what to do about the situation. Around 7:30 she told Sally and John to go down to get something to eat. She stayed in her room. She still didn't have any answers. It was a very quiet household that evening. John and Sally sat down to eat, but neither of them really ate anything and neither of them said a word. They both worked together, without saying anything, to clean up the kitchen afterwards. Then they headed back to their rooms. Chapter 2: New Dawn, New Day, New Life The next morning, Kate woke the two teenagers up early for breakfast. Neither one of them said a word as Kate placed bowls of cereal in front of them. "I've been beside myself all night trying to figure out what to do with you two," Kate finally said to them. "The two of you argue like cats and dogs constantly, and I'm sick of it! Sally, I put John in charge and just because you didn't like it was no reason to feel the way you did. That was my decision to make, not yours. And John, being in charge doesn't mean that you can give orders. It means that you're supposed to be the responsible one and look out for everyone else. "The fact that you stole Sally's earrings and sold them to buy drugs shows me that you can't be trusted anymore. You'll never know how disappointed I am in you for that. So I'm afraid that you're both going to get punished severely. And John, I have a feeling that your punishment will be much worse than your sister's. I have to work to earn the money we need to live on, so I can't be here all day for you two. "So here's the new rules. First of all, John, since I can't trust you now, Sally is in charge while I'm at work, not you. Sally was at least completely honest with me and told me everything she had done. Beating you up was totally wrong even though you tired to hit her, but she did the right thing when she told me all about it. Secondly, since you stole her earrings and used the money to buy drugs, I'm going to let her punish you. For the rest of the entire summer, you are to do 'anything' she tells you to do, and knowing her, I'm sure she can get pretty mean. "And Sally, for your punishment, you will be in charge of your brother for the entire summer. I don't care what you do to him as long as it doesn't cause him any bodily harm. But you are to make darn sure he never hangs out with those friends of his again and that he never, ever has a chance to get his hands on any drugs again! You said you could control him and that you wanted to be in charge, well now you've got your chance. But know this, it's for the entire summer, and from this point on, where you go, he goes. You are not to leave this house unless he is with you. Your brother is in your care and you are responsible for him! "Now I have to go to work. Please don't make me get mad at you again when I get home." With that, she kissed them both goodbye and headed out the door. She was filled with guilt and apprehension over the situation she had just left behind. Sally and John just stared at each other while they finished their breakfast. "I'll never forgive you for stealing the earrings Daddy gave me," Sally said at last. John just hung his head. What could he say? He had a feeling it was going to be a long summer. When they had both finished eating, Sally told John to go and get washed up. She would clean up the kitchen. John had just come out of the shower and was about to get dressed when Sally came into his room and threw something at him. "I think that for now, I'm going to pick up where we left off yesterday," she said. "Put that on! I don't want you wearing any pants again today." John looked at the clothes that had landed on the floor in front of him. There was one of her dresses and a pair of her panties. "Do I have to?" he asked. "Isn't this a little ridiculous?" "Do you want another beating?" Sally replied. "I'm sure I'll probably give you one later, but right now, I might really hurt you. I said put them on!" And with that she left to get herself dressed. John was still in his room when Sally came back in a little while later. Sally saw that he had put the dress on, but hadn't been able to zip it up completely in back. "Turn around and let me help you," she ordered him. Sally finished zipping him up then lifted the back of his skirt. "Let's see the panties," she said. Her thin nylon panties actually looked pretty good on his backside. "They look good on you," she told him. "Now stand back and let me see how the dress looks on you." John took a few steps back. His face turned red with embarrassment as he stood there modeling his sister's dress, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Sally. "It's a bit tight on you," Sally said, "but it'll do for now. I think that maybe tomorrow we should add a bra." John just rolled his eyes. "Come on downstairs now," Sally said to him, "you can help me clean the house." Sally told John to dust the furniture while she vacuumed the carpets. John had just started when the phone rang and Sally answered it. He could hear her talking to Megan, her friend from just a few houses down the street. "Hi Meg... No, I don't think it would be a good idea for me to go there today, but you could come here... I'll explain when you get here... Okay, bye." John was suddenly very concerned. "You didn't invite her over here did you?" "Of course I did," Sally replied. "Well, let me change then." "Absolutely not! You're staying just as you are! I'm not sure what I'm going to do with you all summer, but for now, you're staying in that dress. If people come over and see you, then that's just too bad for you. Now get back to work!" John reluctantly got back to his dusting. He was suddenly very concerned. He didn't want anyone seeing him dressed as he was. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door and Sally let Megan in. John had wanted to hide, but Sally made sure that he stayed right in the room where he was and continued dusting. "What's going on?" Megan asked as soon as she saw John. Her eyes were practically popping out of her head. "Sit down and I'll tell you all about it," said Sally. Sally and Megan sat on the couch and talked while John worked. Sally made sure to tell Megan the whole story so that she knew everything. "So it's for the whole summer?" Megan asked. "Yeah, I'm stuck with him. I can't leave the house without him." "Bummer," said Megan. "I hope you're going to make his life totally miserable." "I plan to" said Sally, "but I'm not really sure what all I'm going to do yet. I guess I'll just have to see what comes to me." "I like the dress idea," said Megan. "Yeah," said Sally, "I'm thinking of keeping him in one all summer. Let him know he's not the man of the house around here anymore." Megan laughed. The two of them sat and talked all morning while John finished dusting and then vacuumed the carpets, after which, he was allowed to watch TV. At lunchtime, Sally and Megan went into the kitchen to fix lunch. "I liked your idea of feeding him the pureed baby food yesterday," said Megan. "Maybe you should do it again. I'd love to see that." "Sure," said Sally, "that's a good idea. We have lots of leftovers from last night's supper, so I'll just fix up some of the vegetables that way. Here, you heat this up for us, while I put his lunch into the blender." Sally pureed some carrots and lima beans together, then added a little bit of pot roast to the mixture for John's lunch. The resulting mess looked awful. "Yuck!" said Megan when she saw it. "You're going to make him eat that?" "I sure am," Sally replied. "Good," Megan said. "This should be funny." "I think I'll feed him first," said Sally, "so we can get this over with." When John walked into the kitchen for lunch, he immediately asked, "What's that?" when he saw the bowl Sally had in her hands. "Your lunch," said Sally. "I'm not going to eat that!" "Oh yes you are!" Sally said as she put the bowl on the table. "No! It looks disgusting," said John. Sally didn't waste even a second. In a flash, she was on top of him, grabbing several fingers of his left hand, and twisting the hand into a very unnatural and painful position. John immediately went to his knees in pain. "Oww! Stop! You're hurting me!" he screamed. "One thing you're going to learn very quickly," said Sally, "is that when I tell you to do something, you do it right away. You don't say no or ask questions. You just do it! Now stand up." Sally pulled upward a little on John's arm, and still keeping the pressure on John's hand, marched him over toward the table. Then Sally sat down in one of the chairs and made John lay across her lap again. "This is just to help you to remember your place around here and to do what you're told," she said to him. Then she lifted his skirt in back and started spanking his panty covered bottom. John was crying even before she started, but when the first blow landed, he really wailed like a baby. Megan couldn't believe what she was seeing. She stood transfixed and just watched the whole scene as Sally's hand came down hard over and over again on John's backside. John couldn't do anything except lay across her lap screaming and crying like a baby. Finally Sally stopped and allowed John to get up. His face was beet red and completely wet from his tears. "Now sit down!" Sally ordered. She then started to spoon-feed him the mashed up lunch. John was still crying so much that once again the food was going all over his face. Megan laughed and said, "I think he needs a bib." "Good idea," said Sally. "Why don't you tie that dish towel around his neck for now. I don't want my dress that he's wearing to get ruined." When Sally had finally finished feeding John his lunch, she ordered him to stand in the corner again while she and Megan ate. John was crying again as he pressed his body into the corner. "Wow, what a sissy baby he is," said Megan. "I can't believe he was crying even before you spanked him." "Yeah," said Sally "he certainly doesn't look like much of a man now, does he?" As Sally and Megan ate their lunch, they could plainly hear John's sobbing in the corner. "Hey baby," said Sally to him suddenly. "Put your thumb in your mouth and suck on it. Maybe we won't have to listen to you so much then." John slowly brought his thumb up to his mouth and started to suck on it. He really didn't have much of a choice. While his crying could still be heard, it wasn't nearly as loud anymore. "Much better," said Sally. Megan's eyes were once again popping out of her head. After lunch was over and Sally and Megan had cleaned up the kitchen, John was finally allowed to come out of the corner. As he started to take his hand away from his mouth, Sally suddenly said, "Leave it! I like it there. It makes you look more like the big baby that you are. You can suck on that thumb until I decide otherwise." As they went back into the den, Megan said teasingly to John, "I like that dress on you. It really suits you... since you're such a big sissy." John didn't say anything. His face just turned redder as he stood there sucking his thumb. "Say thank you to Megan," Sally said to him, "she just paid you a complement. It's not polite to say nothing." John let out a muffled "Thank you," through the thumb in his mouth. "Take your thumb out of your mouth when you say it and say it nicely. John took his thumb out of his mouth and said a very plain "Thank you." "Now put your thumb back in your mouth again," said Sally. "I think that since he's wearing a dress like a big sissy, he should curtsey when he says it," suggested Megan giggling, "and he should say it with a little more feeling." Sally smiled as she looked wonderingly at her friend. Megan was starting to get into the spirit of the game. "That's a great idea," Sally said to her. "Curtsey for us when you say thank you," she ordered John. Sally and Megan just sat staring at him, waiting for him to do something. "Well, we're waiting" Sally said to him. "Do you need another spanking?" John again took his thumb out of his mouth, awkwardly tried to do a little curtsey and said "Thank you," a little bit better this time. Then he stood looking at them with a pleading look in his eyes as he put his thumb back in his mouth. "That was terrible," said Megan." "It sure was," said Sally, "I think he needs some lessons." Megan and Sally spent the rest of the afternoon teaching John how to curtsey and say thank you just the way they wanted him to, like a big sissy. They made him practice over and over again making sure he would do it right. When Kate finally got home that night, Sally and John were working in the kitchen together like two old friends. They had prepared dinner together and the table was all set and waiting. Kate walked in the door and couldn't help but notice how much better the atmosphere in the house was than the previous evening. She had been afraid all day of what she might come home to. "Hi you two," she said to them, "how did it go today?" "Pretty well," Sally replied. Kate stared at John in Sally's dress, trying to find something to say without laughing. "That dress looks real cute on you," she finally said. John just looked at the floor, too embarrassed to say anything. "John," Sally said to him, "Mom just paid you a complement. Thank her for it!" Kate was absolutely flabbergasted as she watched her son do a very pretty curtsey and tell her thank you for the complement. She couldn't contain her laughter any longer. "I love it! I absolutely love it!" she said. She went over and gave them both a hug and a kiss and said, "It's so good to see you two working together. And I'm also very pleased to see that dinner is ready. Let me go and freshen up a bit and I'll be right back so we can eat. When Kate came back into the kitchen, she said, "I see you two cleaned up the house, that's another nice surprise." "Thank John," said Sally, "he did it while Megan and I were talking." "Well thank you John," Kate said directly to him. John immediately did his curtsey and thank-you routine as he had been taught which surprised Kate again. All she could think to say was to repeat, "I love it!" During dinner Kate told them about her new job and Sally told her about how their day went. By the time dinner was over, Kate found something else to be thankful for although she didn't mention it. It was one of the most pleasant meals she had enjoyed at home in a long time. There was absolutely no arguing or fighting of any kind between her two kids. That evening they all watched TV together until 8:00 when Sally suddenly told John that it was time to get ready for bed. "But it's only 8:00," John complained. "Are you going to argue with me?" Sally threatened. "No, I'm sorry," John replied resignedly as he got up to go to bed. "You don't have to go to bed just yet," Sally told him as she followed him up the stairs, "I just want you to get ready." "Now what?" John thought to himself. Upstairs, Sally took John into her room instead of sending him to his. There, she helped him get his dress off, then made him put on one of her frilliest nightgowns. John was obviously not too pleased, but he never said a word. "Now you can go back down and watch TV again for a little while," Sally said to him. When they got back to the den, Kate looked at her son in the nightgown and said, "Well don't you look pretty." John, not quite sure weather he should or not, dropped into a curtsey and said "Thank you," again. This time Kate just smiled. At 8:30, John was sent to bed for the night and Sally sat and talked to her mother. "I must say" Kate said, "you're really making him toe the line. I was a little surprised to see him in a dress tonight, but when he curtseyed and said 'thank you' to me, I almost hit the floor. I figured you'd come up with a good way to punish him." "That's probably just the start," said Sally. "I'm not really sure what all I'm going to do with him yet, but I'm seriously thinking of turning him into the biggest sissy I possibly can. I don't think his old friends will want much to do with him then do you?" "No, I don't think they'll want to go anywhere near him," Kate replied. "Mom, I know you haven't been paid yet, but is there any chance you could buy me something for John?" Sally asked. "What's that?" "Well," Sally started, "John seems to be very embarrassed about being made to wear my clothes, but he's even more embarrassed when we treat him like a baby. I want to do a little more along that line. Is there any way you could buy a package of diapers for him tonight?" "Diapers!" Kate said surprised. "My God!" Then she thought for a minute and said laughingly, "Okay, but don't ask me to change him! Is there anything else you want?" "Well," Sally said, "if you think of anything else to go along with the diapers, it would be great. Oh, and a bib might be nice. Thanks Mom, you're the best!" Sally said excitedly as she hugged her mother and planted a quick kiss on her cheek. Kate returned from the store a little while later and handed over a large bag to Sally. "I managed to find a few things you might be able to use." Sally opened the bag and started to remove the contents. First she pulled out a large bib that had little yellow ducks on it. "Oh, it's perfect!" she declared before reaching back into the bag. The next item was a package of baby wipes. "I wasn't sure if you were going to make him use the diapers or not, but I thought I better buy some just in case," Kate said to her. Sally also pulled out a pacifier, some baby powder, and then much to her surprise, two plastic baby bottles, a baby dish for his food, and a rubber coated baby spoon to eat with. Sally laughed in delight. "I just know he'll love them!" she said to her mother. The last item in the bag was a large bag of adult disposable diapers. "Perfect!" Sally said, looking at her mother with a sly grin on her face. "I think John is going to be in for a big surprise tomorrow!" Chapter 3: Baby Steps The next morning, Sally was awake early and went down to get breakfast ready for everyone. She really only poured out three bowls of cereal, but John's went into his new dish. The dish was shaped more like a shallow bowl than an actual dish to help keep the food inside. Sally also filled one of his new bottles with milk and set it on the table next to his plate for him. When Kate came down for breakfast, John followed right behind her. "What's this?" John said without thinking when he saw the plate his breakfast was on and the baby bottle beside it. "Mom bought you some presents last night," Sally said to him. "I just know you're going to love them." John didn't quite know what to think. He certainly wasn't happy as he dropped heavily into his chair and started to eat with the tiny spoon. Both Kate and Sally watched him amusedly as they finished their own breakfasts. John's spoon didn't allow him to eat very fast so Kate was finished and was gone to work long before he was through. As Kate walked out the door, the last thing she saw was John trying to drink his milk from the bottle. She laughed all the way to work. When John finally finished, Sally sent him up to take a bath while she cleaned up in the kitchen. "And I mean a bath," she said to him, "not a shower. And pour some of my bubble-bath solution into it too. I'll be up to check on you in a minute." John had just gotten into the tub and was soaking under a sweetly scented mass of bubbles when Sally walked in on him. "Okay," she said to him, "I noticed yesterday that your hairy legs don't look too good, so we need to fix that now. Stand up so I can shave you," she ordered. "And don't worry about trying to be modest and hide yourself from me, I'm going to see it all anyway." John reluctantly stood up in the tub and had no choice but to let Sally shave his legs. But Sally didn't stop there. She went over every square inch of his body and made sure that the only hair left was on his head. She even shaved his pubic hair. When John tried to complain, Sally just told him to shut up and hold still. After rinsing him off, Sally took her naked brother into her room and made him lay on her bed. John wasn't sure what was going to happen and was a little fearful. When he saw Sally approaching with a diaper in her hands, he was started screaming. "No, no!" he kept saying fearfully. "I'm not going to wear a diaper!" "Oh yes you will," said Sally. "You don't have to like it. In fact I'm really glad that you don't, but you are going to wear it!" "No!" John screamed crying and thrashing around on the bed. "Yes!" said Sally as she slapped his face. "Now lay still and move those hands!" John could do nothing except lay there crying while Sally powdered and diapered him like a baby. Sally noticed that his diaper had a light blue stripe that served as a wetness indicator. "That could prove useful," she thought to herself. When she was done, she gave John the same stretch-waist skirt to wear that he had worn two days before. She knew that she was going to have to get him some clothes that fit, and soon. Then she made him hold out his arms while she fastened one of her bras on him. John was still crying and it was obvious he was not too happy about it, something that made Sally glad. Sally finished dressing John by stuffing a pair of pantyhose into each side of his bra, and then put one of her really girly t-shirts on him. The t-shirt was too tight to begin with and the padded bra made it even more so. He looked ridiculous. The skirt was full and it was short enough that it just barely covered his diaper. "Just one more thing," Sally said, and she popped the pacifier into his mouth, "and don't take it out for any reason unless I tell you to. Okay," Sally finally said as she stood back to look at him, "good enough for now. Go watch TV or something while I get dressed." John headed downstairs. The diaper felt thick and strange between his legs. The bra was tight and very uncomfortable. It felt strange every time his arms brushed against the fake breasts protruding from his chest. Things were certainly getting worse every day, and John didn't have a clue what he could do about it. Sally had finally just come downstairs to check on her brother when the phone rang. It was her friend Jenny from two blocks away. "Hi Jenny," Sally said to her, "what's up?" "I was calling all the girls last night," Jenny said, "to see if anyone wanted to come over to swim in the pool today. But Megan told me about your situation with your brother. I didn't call you since I really wanted it to be just girls today. I'm sorry. But I got to thinking about it, and since Megan said that you had John firmly under you thumb, that if you could guarantee he wouldn't be a nuisance, then you and John could both come. It wouldn't feel right if you were left out." "Thanks so much," said Sally. "I know I would love to go. I'm not sure that John will, but what he wants doesn't really matter. In fact it might be just the right thing for him. Yes, I can certainly guarantee that he will be no problem and we'll both be there." "Great," said Jenny. "About 1:00 then. See you later." "Bye," said Sally. Sally walked into the den where John was watching a movie on TV and said to him, "Just because I'm stuck having to drag you everywhere I go all summer doesn't mean that I can't have any fun or see my friends. Jenny just invited us to swim in her pool this afternoon as long as I can make sure you'll behave. If you're good, I'll let you have a little fun this afternoon and swim in her pool. If you're not good while we're there, I'll make sure you really regret it. Believe me, I won't hesitate for a minute to spank you right in front of all my friends." John instantly perked up. "Don't worry," he said through the pacifier in his mouth, "I promise to be good." John was relieved that he was finally going to be able to get out of his sister's clothes and the stupid diaper he was wearing and get out of the house for a little while. Sally went to the kitchen and filled both baby bottles full of water and handed them to John. "Here," she said to him as she took his pacifier, "I want you to finish both of these as fast as you can. Don't put them down till they're both empty." Then, as John put the first bottle to his mouth and started sucking on it, she picked up the remote control for the TV and started flipping through the channels until she found a Barney program. "You can watch this instead," she said to him, "it's more appropriate for a big baby like you." The doorbell rang then, so she left him there to answer it. "Hi Megan," she said when she had opened the door and saw who was outside. "Come on in, I'm glad you came over." Sally and Megan went into the living room to talk where John couldn't hear them. "Jenny called me last night Megan began," sounding a little guilty. "I know," Sally told her, "I talked to her this morning." "Did she invite you to swim today?" Megan asked. "Yes she did," Sally said. "She told me that she had talked to you last night and you told her about my situation with John." "Good," said Megan. "I told her that you were pretty much put in charge of him for the whole summer and that you weren't allowed to go anywhere without him. I'm sorry if I shouldn't have told her that." "It's okay," said Sally. "Did you tell her about what we did to him yesterday?" she asked. "No," Megan answered her, "I didn't think I should." "This should be really interesting then when they see him today." Sally told her with an evil grin on her face. "Why?" Megan asked. "Are you going to make him wear a dress over there today? By the way where is he?" "Better than that," said Sally, "come and see." "Look who's here," said Sally as she and Megan walked into the den. Sally laughed in delight at seeing John drinking from the baby bottle. "Stand up," Sally commanded, "and say hi to Megan the same way you learned to say thank you yesterday." John reluctantly stood up and did a curtsey the way he had been taught and said a very contrite "Hello Megan." John's right hand was still holding the baby bottle and so he couldn't use it to lift his skirt as he curtseyed. But he did admirably just the same. "Very nice," said Megan. "I see you're wearing a bra today too. I think the bra and the baby bottle are very nice touches." "That's not all," Sally said to her. "Lift your skirt John." John reluctantly stood there and lifted the front of his skirt so Megan could see his diaper. "Oh," Megan cried in delight. "A diaper! How appropriate for a big sissy baby like you." "Come on," Sally said quickly to Megan, wanting to get her out of there before she said anything else, "lets leave him here and go up to my room. I want to try on some bathing suits before this afternoon." When they got to Sally's room, Sally said, "I think that John expects that I'm going to allow him to dress normally when we go to Jenny's later. I don't want to spoil the surprise for him." "You mean you are going to make him go like that?" Jenny asked. "Absolutely," sally answered. "Right now, I'm planning on turning him into the biggest sissy I possibly can and I want everyone to see him that way. His old friends won't be too interested in seeing him then." "No, I don't think they will," Megan agreed with her delightedly. Just then, the phone rang again and Sally ran to answer it. Megan followed and heard her say, "I'm sorry Bill, but John can't come to the phone just now, but he isn't really doing anything this morning, so if you want to come over to see him, you can... Okay, see you in a few minutes then...bye." Bill was part of the bunch that John always hung around with and he usually had a very unpleasant personality. "Oh, you're cruel," said Megan with a sparkle in her eye as Sally hung up the phone. Sally just smiled. Before going back upstairs, Sally checked in on John, he was still watching Barney, and was now starting on his second bottle. Sally picked up the empty one, refilled it and handed it back to John. "Finish this one too," she told him. John was getting worried that he was going to have to pee soon and all the water Sally was making him drink was only making it worse. "What happens when I have to go to the bathroom?" he asked afraid of what the answer might be. "That's the point of all the bottles," Sally said to him, "I want you to wet your diaper." Then she quickly turned and left the room with Megan following her. She didn't want hear John complain that he didn't want to. John really wanted to protest, but there was suddenly no one there to talk to. He had been afraid that was going to be the answer, and now Sally had confirmed it. Wetting himself like a baby was something he knew he didn't want to do. And he knew that the more he thought about having to pee, the stronger the need was going to get. John had finally started on his third bottle when Sally came back into the den. "Look who else is here," she said to him. When John turned his head, there was Bill who was staring back wide-eyed at him. John wanted to run as fast as he could, but there was nowhere to go. They were all blocking the door. "What's going on?" was all Bill could say. "I'm afraid we found John's stash of drugs and so for the rest of the summer he's being punished," Sally said to him. "Actually, the only reason I asked you over this morning was because I wanted you to see him so you could tell all his friends not to call him anymore. He's not allowed to see any of them, and as you can see, he's trying to develop a new and better personality." Megan laughed to herself. "Now," Sally continued to Bill, "please leave and spread the word." Bill just looked amazed at Sally and then back at John who was starting to cry. "Geez!" was all he could say as he shook his head and headed for the door. When he was gone, Sally smiled and said to Megan, "I don't think John will be getting too many calls from his friends for a while, do you?" "No," Megan answered. "I don't think so." John was crying openly. Sally refilled the empty bottle and handed it back to him. "You know what to do with this one too," she said as she and Megan left to go back to Sally's room. By the middle of John's fourth bottle, he had to pee really badly. He knew he was supposed to use his diaper, but he just couldn't. He stopped drinking and began squirming more and more trying to hold it back. Finally he decided that no matter what Sally would do to him, he was going to use the bathroom so he ran out of the den heading for the nearest toilet. Unfortunately for him, Sally and Megan were just coming back downstairs when they saw him run out of the den. Sally ran after him and caught him just as he got into the bathroom. "Just what do you think you're doing?" she asked him harshly. "Let me go!" John screamed, "I have to pee!" "I told you to use your diaper," Sally said. "I can't!" John cried as he fought with her to free his hands so he could get his diaper off. "Megan," Sally called to her friend. "Find me something to tie his hands with." Megan looked quickly around the house but didn't know where to find any rope. "What can I use?" she came back and asked Sally who was by now holding John in a very painful hold to keep control of him. Sally thought for a minute then said. "There's some duct tape in the bottom kitchen drawer. Get that." Megan ran to the kitchen, found the tape and brought it back to the bathroom as fast as she could. "Tape his wrists together," Sally said to her as she held John's wrists up behind his back. Megan dutifully wrapped several layers of tape around his wrists and then cut the tape off. Sally got off of John and let him go. John jumped up and thrashed around trying to get his hands free, but it was useless. He was crying again. "Please, please take this diaper off of me and let me pee," he kept pleading. "You can pee anytime you want," Sally told him, "but the diaper stays on! Now back to the den." John was still squirming and dancing around trying not to wet himself as he was marched back to the den. Sally picked up the unfinished baby bottle to hand to him then realized that he could no longer hold it in his hands. "Oh darn," she said. "I wanted to keep him drinking from the bottle, but he can't hold it anymore, and I really don't feel like holding it for him right now." "I have an idea," said Megan, "but it will mean undoing his hands for a minute. "Ok," said Sally, "I'm game." Sally grabbed John's wrists and held him down while Megan untapped them. Then she grabbed John's left hand, which he was holding in a tight fist, and started to wrap the tape tightly around it so that he couldn't open it. When she finished with that hand, Megan picked up the baby bottle, and forced John's right hand around it, then started wrapping the tape around his right hand and the bottle. When she was finished, there was no way that John could even let go of the bottle. "Okay," Megan said at last, "all done, let him up." Sally let go of John and got off of him again. Then she and Megan stood back to watch as John thrashed at his diaper with his now useless hands. Sally started to laugh. "I'll tell you what John," she said to him, "if you can get your diaper off now, you can use the bathroom like you want." John was crying again. No matter what he did, he just didn't have any way to remove the diaper. Sally walked over to him and suddenly yanked his skirt down to the floor. "I have a feeling that you'll be wet pretty soon she said to him, and now, we can see it. Now you just stand right there so we can watch you and put that bottle in your mouth again and keep drinking!" John was in absolute agony over having to pee and he couldn't hold still. He was crying but he put the bottle back into his mouth and pretended to drink from it. Sally and Megan sat down and just laughed at him. A few minutes later, Megan said to Sally, "Is that blue stripe on his diaper turning darker at the bottom?" Sally looked closer, "It certainly is," she confirmed. "He must be starting to wet himself, but by the way he's still dancing around, he isn't nearly finished yet." John was still trying not to wet himself, but he was getting tired and he had felt a little bit of pee leak out into his diapers. But it was getting harder and harder to hold back and a few minutes later, despite all his efforts to stop it, the pee was just flooding out of him into his diaper. There was just no stopping it. He bawled like a baby as he felt the warm pee flooding around him and filling his diaper. "Finally," Sally said at last. "See, you can pee in your diapers. Just like a big baby." Then she walked over to him, pulled his skirt back into place, sat him down in front of the TV again, and shoved his bottle back into his mouth. "Now finish that!" she said to him as she and Megan walked out of the room again. John was miserable. The agony of having to pee was now replaced by the unfamiliar feeling of the warm wet diaper around him. He sucked on his bottle again as he cried. Megan soon left to go home for lunch and to get ready for their swim herself. "I'll stop here on the way over and we can all walk together," she said to Sally as she left. Sally went into the kitchen to prepare an early lunch for John and herself. With John's hands taped up and useless, Sally knew there was no way he could feed himself, so Sally ate a small salad by herself then mixed some peanut butter and jelly together in a bowl for John. She brought John into the kitchen, sat him down and fed him his lunch. John was grateful to finally get something he liked instead of the mashed up lunches he had been getting. When he was through, Sally brought a pitcher of water over and refilled the bottle still taped in John's hand. Then she went up and got a fresh diaper for him, and changed him while she made him suck on the bottle. John was certain glad to have his diaper changed. When she was through, Sally sent him back in to watch children's TV shows until it was time to go. "Don't we have to leave soon?" John asked her. "Pretty soon," Sally confirmed. "When can I get changed?" John asked her. "I just changed you," Sally said. "No, I mean to go out," said John. "You are changed to go out," said Sally with an evil grin. Oh, but don't worry, I packed a bathing suit for you. You can change when you get there." John was horrified. His sister was planning to take him out of the house dressed just as he was. This was something he hadn't even contemplated. A few minutes before 1:00, Megan knocked at the door to wait for Sally and John. Sally was wearing her bathing suit under her top, but John was still dressed the same way he was earlier except that he was now wearing his sneakers on his feet. Megan laughed. "This should be funny," she said, as Sally literally had to push John out the door. It was bad enough for John to be outside dressed the way he was, but watching Sally lock the door behind them seemed to make matters even worse. He knew he would have no choice but to publicly humiliate himself in front of everyone.