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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 18 (Tuesday - week 3) Numb! Depressed! Alone! His dreams echoed his real life. Driving home, over and over again, one point - that nobody cared about him. He was a thing. An object. Nothing more. Something to be used and thrown away. A thing without feelings. But he did feel. He had wants and needs. Powerful ones! But there was nobody who cared. Nobody to see him as anything other than what they believed him to be - a thing. His pink alarm clock blared loud music into his room waking him up. Saving him from further rejection, but not saving him from feeling used and depressed. He had gone to bed feeling that way last night. She had used him, then sent him home... showing no interest in him at all once her own needs had been met. While the music blared loudly, he stared at his ceiling - a blank slate full of nothing. Like him. Eventually he came to his senses a little more. He rolled over awkwardly and got up from his blow-up mattress. He turned the clock radio off. Blessed silence permeated the room once more. He was relieved, but not relieved. In his uncaring - uncared for state, he waddled into the kitchen, hoping against hope that she had cared enough to leave a note for him last night. But his counter was bare, blank, empty... like him. A tiny spark of anger flamed within him. He didn't bother with a baby bottle. He went straight to his bathroom and removed his diapers. He got into his shower and just stood there, letting the warm water pour over him. Washing his soul, as well as his body, clean. As if trying to rinse himself of the entire uncaring world. He let himself pee once he realized that he had been holding it. He felt better, but only a little. He got out and dried himself off. But what should he wear? In his present state of mind, he really didn't care. Would she care if he went without the diapers for a change? Would she finally pay a little bit more attention to him? He considered it strongly. But the more he thought about it, the more childish the idea seemed. He looked for the first time in a long while at his toilet. It was so wrapped up in her plastic cling wrap that it would take a major effort to remove it. The simple plastic wrap that made it off limits to him... reminding him whenever he looked at it of what he was no longer permitted to do - because of the bet. The sight always depressed him and made him feel funny inside. So he rarely looked at it. Having no other choice, he put his two diapers on as usual, followed by his plastic panties, all-in-one girdle, and pantyhose. This time, he did his makeup next. Only half-caring about how he was putting it on. He was surprised that it still came out somewhat acceptable. He put his new necklace around his neck and his ring on his finger. He attached his watch to his wrist. He opened his closet door and stared into it. His closet was another depressing place. Again her plastic cling wrap was all too evident. Denying him the clothes his body was born to wear. Forcing him instead to wear clothes that haunted his fantasies instead. But haunt his fantasies they did. He reached out and grabbed one of his blouses, looking at it closely. He hadn't worn one to work yet because she hadn't demanded it of him. His male shirts were the only male clothing he had left. Wearing them was still a coveted privilege. He considered wearing a blouse instead. Everything else he would be wearing would be female. Why not? But the coveted privilege won out. He glanced at the tiny dial on his watch. He was early. He sat dejectedly in the only chair he owned and stared at one of his blank walls. Blank wall. Blank mind. Mel sipped happily at her coffee. She was happy that is, until she remembered her date that night with Detective 'major pain in the ass' Grey. Ugh! She walked into the kitchen and dumped the rest of her coffee out. She suddenly didn't want it anymore. She checked her clock. It was almost time for Chad to arrive. That thought made her feel a lot better. Right on time the knock came at her door. She opened it. "Good morning, Mistress," he said rather flatly. His curtsey seemed half hearted. "Good morning, Sissy" she replied, a bit puzzled. She stood back and let him in. He had his diaper bag and his purse, but no bag of baby bottles. She looked him over as he stood in front of her. His necklace was there along with his ring. In fact, everything seemed to be in order - except for one thing. "Where's your pacifier?" she asked. He mentally cursed himself for forgetting it again. He was surprised that she even cared enough to ask. "I forgot it!" he said. But the tiny bit of anger he had felt earlier was starting to grow. "You forgot it? Again?" She shook her head. "And what about the baby bottles? Did you drink any today?" "No Mistress," he answered, not even bothering to curtsey. "Why not?" "Because..." He tried to find a good answer. But all he could suddenly feel was frustration and anger and rejection. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "What the hell do you care anyway?" And with that he turned and walked out her door. She was so taken aback that she stood there for a moment, trying to comprehend what had just happened. She ran after him. He was already almost to the stairs leading down to his car. "What's going on?" she demanded. "Like you really care!" he returned angrily. He began stomping down the stairs, then he stopped. He turned back to her. "You have no clue about me! You only care about your stinking self! You have no regard for anyone else's feelings but your own. Go to hell, 'MISTRESS!' Go to hell!" He quickly resumed his trek down the stairs and got angrily into his car. A minute later, he was gone. She stood staring after him. What had gone wrong? She had thought everything was going great. Obviously it wasn't. Watching him leave like that drilled a hole a mile deep into the pit of her stomach - as if her whole life had just walked out on her. What did he mean she didn't care? She cared tremendously! Couldn't he see that? Men! That was part of the problem. All they ever think about is themselves! Wasn't everything she was doing to him - for him? Wasn't it all part of his fantasy? Why wasn't he appreciating that? Just wait till tonight. She'd make him sorry! But then she remembered her date. Damn! But one way or another, she was going to punish him for this... and punish him good! Chad sat at his desk, slowly nursing the large cup of coffee he had bought that morning along with his breakfast. He had purposely forced everything that had happened earlier to the back of his mind. He wasn't ready to deal with it yet. Mostly, his mind was on his computer screen and the project he was finishing. He carefully flipped through screen after screen, clicking everything he could, checking it carefully. Finally, he took one more sip of his coffee. He reached out and shut the project down. A few clicks and some brief typing later, and he had sent an email to his boss, Tom Robinson. His project was finished, he had done really well with it, and he knew it. It felt good. He knew the clients would be really happy as well. It was just a shame that he'd never get to personally hear from them about it. But he knew that Tom would relay whatever they said. That would be more than good enough - especially the way he was dressing now. The only major thing he had left to work on was the project that he and Robin were supposed to be working on together. But so far, she had done all the work while he finished up this last project. He'd get busy helping her in a few minutes. But first... He opened up the spreadsheet that tracked his bet progress. The countdown column said forty five days as of today. In the column for how long he had managed to hold back, he entered twenty-five minutes. He was fairly sure that he was holding it a lot longer, but he was still trying to be conservative. Besides, it gave him goals to improve himself. He finally allowed himself to think about this morning. He had been stupid and he knew it. She'd probably punish him more severely than ever for it. But he didn't care. He had meant every word he had said to her. And it had felt really good telling her off. In a way, he was very sorry he had done it, but in a way, he was glad too. He closed his spreadsheet and took one more sip of his coffee. "Oh Roooobiiiin," he called over the top of the cubicle wall between them. Robin was startled to hear him calling her the way he did. It was so out of character for him... especially lately. She didn't even think about typing another character. Instead she immediately got out of her seat to go around and see what was going on - as if there was something wrong with him. She found him smiling and sipping his coffee. "You seem to be in a good mood this morning," she noted. "Not really," he replied, still not sure if he was more angry at himself for what he had done with Mel, or glad he had done it. "Well you could have fooled me." "I just finished my last project," he explained, "and I'm really happy with the way it turned out. That's all. I'm ready to start working on the new one with you." "Great! It's about time! Where do you want to start?" "Why don't we go over what you've done so far and decide together." "Sounds good to me," she replied. As he got up to go over to her desk she asked him, "So Chad, why is it that you always wear those dumb men's shirts? And don't tell me it's complicated because I might hit you!" He laughed. "All right, I won't tell you, but please don't hit me." She didn't even bother laughing. What could be so complicated about her simple question? So she tried one more time. "So what is it that you have against pretty blouses?" "Nothing," he replied. "I love them." "But you don't ever wear one." "I know. Maybe someday I will." "When?" "I don't know. Maybe someday soon." "I'll believe it when I see it!" She clicked her mouse a few times, taking them to the start of their project. But instead of talking about work, she asked, "How about a dress?" she asked. "Any plans to wear one of those soon too?" "Ugh!" he replied. "Don't push your luck!" This time, she laughed. Mel was fairly despondent all morning. She didn't want to concentrate on her work because she was too wrapped up in thinking about her problems with Chad. So when she saw the message saying that Gloria had called her, she returned the call immediately, because by that time, she'd rather think about anything except work. "Hi Gloria. It's Mel." "Girlfriend! Hey, I was just thinking we haven't done lunch together in a long time. How about today?" "Uh, I don't know Gloria. I'm kind of having one of those days, you know? I don't think I'd be very good company." Gloria could hear how depressed Mel seemed to be. "Listen. It sounds more like you need a good lunch outing with me. You can tell me all about then and maybe we can sort things out together." "I don't know Gloria. I've got court at one. We'd have to make it an early lunch." "Early is great for me. We won't have to wait for a table. See you in half an hour at the usual?" Mel thought about it for a second, then decided to go for it. "Yeah Gloria. Sounds good. See you then." Maybe together they could figure out a good way to put Chad in his place and keep him there! A little while later, Mel walked into the trendy restaurant. Before the hostess could ask to seat her, she spotted Gloria already waiting for her at one of the tables. She sat down with her. "Hi Mel. So what's getting you so down today?" Gloria asked. "I guess a couple of things. First of all, do you remember Will Grey?" "You mean the police detective?" "That's the one. He's kind of forced me into a date with him tonight." "If I remember correctly, you can't stand the guy." "You got that right! He's so darn manipulative." "Like you aren't?" "Okay, so maybe I am. But that's the point. We're both that way and I can't stand it!" "So you're stuck with this date?" "Something like that." "So go and enjoy what you can then kiss him off again like last time." "That's about what I plan to do." "Okay, so what else is eating you? I know it has to be more than that." "Ummm..." She paused to think for a moment. "I guess it's Chad. You wouldn't believe how he acted this morning. He yelled at me for heaven's sake! Right out of the clear blue, he told me off, then just stomped out and went to work! The bastard! Like he doesn't appreciate everything I'm trying to do for him." "What did you do about it?" "What did I do? Nothing! He was gone. There wasn't anything I could do. But later... well, I still have to figure out what I'm going to do to him later. I'm hoping you can help me with some ideas." "Uh huh," Gloria mumbled still looking intently at her friend. "What kind of things do you do for him?" she asked. "What?" "You said he doesn't appreciate what you do for him. What do you do?" "What do I do?" She had to think for a moment. "I'm trying to fulfill all his kinky little fantasies. That's what I'm doing!" "How about your fantasies?" "Well, yeah, mine too, of course." "Uh huh." She replied. "So what did you say to him this morning?" "This morning? God, not much at all! I only yelled at him a bit because he forgot his pacifier..." "Pacifier?" "Yeah, I love seeing him sucking on it. It's hilarious! I've been having a real problem with him forgetting it lately." "Oh, okay. What else?" "And then I yelled at him because he didn't drink any of his baby bottles!" "No baby bottles?" "Yeah! He knows he's supposed to drink some every morning and then bring me the empty ones." "But he didn't?" "No! Not even one!" "So it sounds like he was mad at you before he got there." "Yeah. I could tell as soon as I opened my door. His curtsey was so half-hearted and his voice was almost flat." "His curtsey..." Gloria was trying desperately to sort it all and keep the strange things all in their place. "So if he came in mad, then maybe it was something that happened last night. What did you do to him then?" "Last night? Not much. Just the usual. I had him fix me dinner and stand in the corner while I ate. He did ask me though about the dinner he had made for me and a few friends the day before. Would you believe it, he was looking for praise or something! Like I really need to tell him! That made me mad. But I enjoyed making him stand scrunched up into his little corner for an extra half hour before I let him out and let him do the laundry. Men! They're always wanting praise where it shouldn't be needed!" "I see," Gloria replied. "So he made you all dinner the day before too?" "Oh yeah. For a little sissy twerp, the guy can really cook. It was great!" "Uh huh," she replied once again. "So what else did you do last night?" She was hesitant to mention it. "Um... I kind of got off with him. If you know what I mean." "No. I don't know what you mean. Tell me exactly what you did." Mel felt herself blushing. "I like to tie him up and blindfold him so he can't see me. Then I make him lick me to orgasms, over and over again. Oh Gloria, you wouldn't believe how great it is!" "You do that a lot? You said earlier that it was the usual." Mel was blushing deeper now. "Yeah. I'm getting addicted to it really fast!" She giggled. "I see," Gloria replied, still trying to maintain her complete professional attitude. She was supposed to be out for a fun lunch with her friend, but there were times when that friend needed some real guidance. "And what does he get out of it?" "What does he get? What do you mean?" "I mean, does he get off on it too?" Mel laughed. "That's part of the fun of it all. He can't get off at all! I've got him locked into a really mean little chastity device - and I mean little! He can't feel anything! Period!" "So he never gets any..." Mel shook her head. "Nada! Nothing! Zip!" Gloria shook her head. "And how does he feel about that?" "I don't really know. It doesn't matter anyway, because with this bet, it's all about what I want." "I see," she replied once again. "Mel, I got to tell you. I've got to side with him. I don't know what you're thinking, but it's not right! Your little sexual games aside, you don't ever even talk to the poor guy. As far as I can tell, you treat him like a thing! You might as well be doing this with a robot or something! It's no wonder he told you off. According to you, the only thing you ever say to him is when you yell at him once in a while. And that doesn't count! What do you really know about him?" "I don't know? Not much. I know he's almost divorced." Mel replied. Since Gloria was suddenly siding with Chad, she was no longer sure of her mental footing. "Divorced! And you don't think he might be feeling a bit lonely... or maybe even abandoned? Have you been spending a lot of attention on him lately? Other than using him for your own little sexual gratification?" She had to think. "Not really. Not lately anyway," she admitted. "Mel, my bet is that he's feeling neglected. He feels like nobody cares the least bit about him at all! And from everything you've just told me, I think he's absolutely right! Mel, from what you've just told me, bet or no bet, you're going to lose this guy somehow." That thought instantly put a bit of panic into Mel. "No! I don't want to lose him. He's like a dream come true!" "Well maybe you should be taking a little better care of your play toys then," Gloria admonished. "At least talk to him once in a while. Let him know if he does something good occasionally. Otherwise he's going to feel nothing but worthless - like he probably does now. And you won't like the results if that gets worse!" Mel sighed. Gloria was probably right. She had been a bit on the selfish side lately. Even last night she knew that she should have done things differently. She just hadn't felt like bothering. And that had led to her current situation with him. "So what should I do?" she asked sheepishly. "Well, for starts, you might try apologizing to him. Then, I suggest you talk to him once in a while. You never know what you might learn. Oh, and if I were you, I'd get on that real fast. Or one way or another, bet or no bet, he's gonna walk out on you if you don't." Mel nodded. "Yeah, I'll think about it." She thought for a minute then checked her watch. "Damn! It's too late to catch him for lunch and I've got to be in court right after that. Ugh! And then tonight I've got that date with Detective 'Pain in the Ass'!" "I wouldn't wait too long," Gloria said, "it sounds like he's already pretty mad." "Yeah, I'll think about it," Mel replied. "Men! Why do they have to be such babies?" Gloria laughed. "Isn't that kind of what you want?" Mel giggled. "Well, yes and no." Her cell phone rang just then. "Hello?" "Hi Mel, it's Sandy. I was just making sure we were still on for tonight." "Yeah, sure," Mel agreed. "Great! What time can you get him here?" "I don't know. How about around seven. My date is picking me up at seven thirty. That will give me time to get him some dinner and get him changed first." "Oh no, Mel. Don't feed him. We'll take care of that." "You will?" "Yeah, in fact I stayed up late last night finishing the highchair. You don't mind if we use it before you do... do you?" Mel was a bit surprised. "No, Sandy. I can't wait to see it though." "Oh Mel, it came out gorgeous! Listen, you said I could babysit, so I'm kind of planning a big baby evening for him. Okay?" "That's up to you, Sandy. It's fine with me. I'll get with you later about anything else. Okay?" "Great Mel. Thanks!" Robin followed Chad out of the parking lot again at lunchtime. She followed him till he again turned into the gym, then she drove on to get a real fast lunch. Her friends at the break-table had reminded her this morning that she had promised to find out what was going on. And heck, she was curious. Very curious! "Hi Sissy," the receptionist called, the moment he walked through the door. What he wanted to tell her was to blow it out her ass! But he held his temper. Why should he bother with this anyway? Why didn't he just go home and unwrap all his regular clothes and change? The bet! That was why. The damn bet! He half heartedly dropped a curtsey to her and said a simple, "Hi." Fortunately she seemed happy with it and went in search of Cassie. He didn't bother curtseying or even saying hi to Cassie when she came out. He just showed her one of his "I dare you" faces instead. She stared at him for a few moments, questioningly, then she turned around and crooked her finger for him to follow her. "What's eating you?" she asked as soon as they were alone and the door was closed behind them. "Nothing," he replied. She didn't believe him. "Don't want to talk about it, huh?" "Something like that." Actually, he was getting more angry with himself now, because the more things that Mel had to find out about, the worse his punishment would be later. He was starting to really dread that. But instead of doing like he was supposed to do, his anger got in the way instead. He quickly started to get undressed so she could change him faster. When he had removed his pants and laid down on the floor, she handed him a baby bottle to suck on. She removed his wet diapers. "Still not messy," she noted. "The only suppositories I get anymore are the ones you give me. Mel hasn't said anything about not giving me any, has she?" That was news to her. "No, she hasn't mentioned it." "Maybe she just forgot." "I don't know. I'll check with her later though. I promise." "Can we maybe do without one today? Just in case?" She shook her head. "Sorry. I wish I could. I really do. But I promised her. Like I said though, I'll check with her later." She laid the fresh diapers out under him, then pulled out the bottle of baby lotion and squirted some into her hand. "Okay," she said as she rubbed the lotion onto both of her hands, "let's see how you do today." But the moment she placed her hands on him to try to arouse him, he put his hands down on top of hers. "Please?" he said. Pleading with her to not hurt him today. She looked at him for a long time. "Okay," she said softly. "Just this once. Okay?" He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you." She quickly grabbed a suppository and shoved it up inside him. Then she diapered him and waited till he finished his baby bottle. Robin finished her burger in record time and drove back to the Gym. Good! His car was still there! She plucked up her courage and went inside. She couldn't imagine what she might see. Chad in pink leotards maybe? The thought actually made her giggle. "Hi, come on in," the receptionist said as soon as she got through the door. "Can I show you some of the packages we have, or are you interested in just a general membership?" The receptionist was already spreading out pamphlets for her to look at. Robin glanced around at what she could see of the gym. There were a lot of women on the exercise machines, but she didn't see any sign of Chad. She was actually disappointed. "Um..." she finally said as she continued trying to spot him. "Actually, I'm here looking for someone." "Oh, no problem. Who do you need?" "His name is Chad," she said. "Chad? I'm sorry, this is a women's only gym." "But I saw him coming in here earlier," she protested. "And his car is still outside." The receptionist thought for a moment, then it finally dawned on her who the woman wanted. "Oh, you mean Sissy." "Yeah, he's a sissy alright. Is he here?" "No, I mean that's the name he uses when he comes in here." Robin was so startled she didn't know what to say. It took her a moment to come to grips with it. "He says his name is Sissy?" she asked. She wasn't sure she had really heard it right. "Yeah. Definitely." "Ooookaaayyy," Robin relied, dragging the word out as she was still trying to come to grips with that. "Is he here?" she asked. "Yeah, but he's in the back with one of the trainers right now. I have standing orders that they're not to be disturbed." "What are they doing?" she asked, really puzzled now. "I have no idea?" the receptionist admitted. "He comes in every day and goes back with the trainer for a little while, then he leaves. That's all I know. He should be out fairly soon though, if you want to wait." Robin decided that she really didn't want him to see her there. She just wanted to know what was going on. "No, no. I'm going to leave now. In fact, please do me a favor and don't even tell him I was here. Okay?" She didn't wait for an answer. She hurried out to her car instead. He was calling himself Sissy? Wait till the girls in the break-room heard that! Cassie watched as Chad fastened his pants. "I'll have to tell Mel," she said, referring to everything she didn't do today. "I know," he said sadly. He didn't really care. He was in for it one way or another. She tried to sound brighter, happier. "Hey, but we'll have some fun tonight though." That surprised him. "Tonight? What's happening tonight?" "Mel didn't tell you?" "No. What?" She shook her head. "If she hasn't said anything, then maybe I shouldn't." He was completely dressed now. She opened the door for him. "See you later," she said simply. Chad was puzzled. What did Mel have planned for tonight? And Cassie had said that they would have fun. The way she said it seemed to sound like he might have some fun too. Fun? That would be so nice. But the way things were going so far for him today, he seriously doubted that Mel would let him have any fun at all. Pain - severe pain was more like the plan for tonight! The way he was feeling, he decided to skip lunch and just go back to the office. He was too depressed just then to eat anything. Court was mostly a "sit around and wait" session while the case in front of hers bogged down the system. The whole time she waited, she brooded about Chad. Could it really be her fault? She really wasn't all that sure. Okay, Gloria had made some points. Some good points she finally had to admit. But what should she do about it? Chad sulked all afternoon. It was hard to concentrate on his work. It got even harder when Robin stuck her head in his cubicle, then started giggling and had to leave. She didn't come back. He was glad. He was in no mood for her company, even for work. He had really screwed up this morning. Badly! His dumb temper had gotten the best of him. Then to make matters worse, he had screwed things up with Cassie too. He was in for a really rough time, and the worst part was, he knew he deserved it. He thought again about Cassie's mention of fun. Fun would have been very nice. Mel checked her messages as soon as she got back to her car after court. She saw one from Cassie and returned her call. "Hi Cassie, it's Mel." "Hi Mel. Hey, what's up with Sissy today?" "What do you mean?" "He seemed to be really out of sorts today. And I got the impression that he's pretty depressed about something." "Yeah, it's probably my fault." "Listen, I put the suppository in him before I diapered him again, but when I tried to stimulate him a bit, he asked me not to, and I didn't. I know I should have done it for you Mel, but geez, I kind of feel for the guy, you know? I hate hurting him so much." "Yeah, Cassie. It's okay. Don't worry about it." "He said you weren't putting any of the suppositories up in him anymore. Should I keep doing it, or can I stop?" "No, don't stop. Not yet at least. That's my fault too. I've been getting lazy lately and not bothering. I need to get back into it a bit more. I'm planning on stopping them, but not yet. Okay?" "Sure Mel. Whatever you want. I just wanted to let you know. He was really in a mood today." "Thanks, Cassie. It's something that I have to deal with." "Okay, Mel. Is tonight still on?" "Yeah, I told Sandy I'd bring him by around seven o'clock." "Great. I know she's really looking forward to it. He doesn't know yet, does he?" "No, not yet. Thanks, Cassie. I'll see you later." Mel put her phone away. Gloria had been right, she really needed to talk to him. She glanced at her watch, it was the middle of the afternoon, he would be at work, and she had that darn date tonight. She pulled her phone out again and made a few more quick calls. Then she started her car and pulled out of the parking lot. It was break time! Finally! Robin got up from her chair and paused. She seriously thought about stopping by Chad's desk and saying, "Sissy, do you want to go to break with me?" But she didn't. She couldn't wait to tell her friends about it though. As she left her cubicle, she glanced into his, he was working on their project. She didn't pause long enough to see anymore. She had dirt to dish to her friends! As soon as she got to the break room, her friends were all asking to know what she had found out. They had all reminded her earlier in the day that she had promised to get them information, and now she had... some of it anyway. She took the time to slowly pour her coffee, then slowly saunter over to the table with a big grin on her face, just to build up their excitement. This time one of her friends found a chair and prominently placed it at the crowded table for her. She sat down like a queen and sipped her coffee. "Okay girl! Dish!" one of her friends finally said. She laughed. "Oh God! Wait till you hear! When I walked in there, I didn't see him at all, so I asked the receptionist about him and she didn't even know who I was talking about. It actually took her a minute to figure it out. And get this, he's telling them there that his name is Sissy!" There were gasps and laughter all around. None of the women could believe it. "What does he think he's doing?" one of the women asked. Robin shook her head. "I don't know." "He's obviously playing some kind of weird game," another person said. "Yeah, but what?" Someone replied. "So what's he doing in there then?" Someone else finally asked. "That's just it," Robin replied. "I still don't know... and neither did the receptionist! He goes in there every day and goes to the back somewhere with one of the trainers, then he comes out again a little while later. I swear, that's all the receptionist could tell me!" "Weird!" one of her friends said. "Yeah, really strange," someone else added. "So should we all start calling him Sissy now?" one of the women giggled. There was a lot of laughter from all around as woman after woman went through funny scenarios of walking up to him and using Sissy as his name. Robin laughed too. She had almost done just that earlier before she came to break, but had decided against it. "So Robin," one of the women finally asked anxiously. "Are you going to call him Sissy now?" Robin thought about it for a minute. "No," she finally decided. "I get the feeling he doesn't want anyone here knowing about that. So no... at least not yet!" "But later?" Someone asked. She nodded. "Oh yeah! Eventually for sure!" There was another loud round of laughter from everyone. "Hi Sissy." Chad turned quickly in his seat at the sound of Mel's voice. He was shocked to see her standing at the entrance to his cubicle. "What are you doing here?" "Get your purse and come with me," she said. "But I'm supposed to be working!" "Don't worry about it. Just come with me." He was very hesitant, but he got his purse out of his desk drawer and followed her - all the way outside and to her car that was parked right near the door. "Where are we going?" he asked. "I don't know yet," she replied. "Let's just drive." Neither one of them said a word as she pulled out of the parking lot. The silence continued as they drove further down the street. Mel was just driving. She had no destination in mind, she just followed the road as the awkward silence continued to grow between them. The silence was shattered when they both spoke at exactly the same time. "I'm sorry," Chad said... just as Mel was saying, "We really need to talk!" They looked briefly at each other, but Mel had to keep her eyes on the traffic and the awkward silence began to build up again. Not knowing what else to do, Mel suddenly pulled her car off the road into the first available driveway and parked in the first spot she could find. She shut off the engine. They each looked at each other briefly, then both of them stared straight ahead out the windshield at the stream of passing cars on the road in front of them. Neither one of them really knew where to start. "I'm sorry," Chad finally got out, still looking ahead at the passing cars. "Me too," she admitted, also looking straight ahead. "I know I was wrong for acting like I did this morning, but..." he searched for words to explain how he felt, and when he found them, they almost exploded. "But I was just so damn frustrated! I don't know what you want anymore! I'm trying, I really am, but am I doing something right? Am I doing something wrong? I don't know! You won't tell me. Last week was great, I knew where I stood and you told me everything you wanted me to do. But now? I don't have a clue! And it's like you use me for your own little sexual needs, then put me away out of sight and out of mind. I might as well be your damn... dildo for all you care!" She winced at his words. "I'm sorry," he said again, much more contritely. "I don't know what's really gotten into me. Just take me back to work and I'll gladly take whatever punishment you have planned for me later. I deserve it. This won't happen again... I hope." He sighed and kept staring out the window. She looked over at him. He wouldn't even look at her. She could see how frustrated and angry he still was. She stared at the purse he was holding in his lap and all the women's clothes he was wearing on his body. This all had to be enormously difficult for him. From what she had read, almost nobody ever did the things in real life that she was making him do. Yet he had done them and she knew that deep down he was loving it. But still, it had to be so difficult for him. "I'm sorry too," she finally said softly. "You're right about absolutely everything." He still wouldn't look at her. "It's just that... you've come so far, so fast and... well, the truth is that lately I've just been lazy. Too lazy! I forgot that while you're working so hard at everything that I have responsibilities too. I neglected them. All of them. I'm sorry." Was he even hearing her? He didn't act like it. He just kept continuing to pout as he stared out the windshield. "What can I do to make it up to you?" she finally asked. "Don't punish me for one!" he said flatly, continuing to stare at the traffic ahead of him. "I'm not going to punish you. This is my fault, not yours." Finally he looked at her. It was the first good sign she had seen. "Can I have my old clothes back?" he asked hopefully. "No!" He winced, but she saw him smile too. They looked at each other for a moment. "I just need to know what you want," he finally said. "Do you like something, do you not like something. It's like I've been cast adrift lately. Like you don't care about me at all... and I know that you shouldn't care about me, there's no reason for it, but still... I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself today. That's all." She nodded. "I don't blame you. I think I'd feel the same way. Probably worse. Look, I promise to try harder again. Okay?" He nodded this time. "Yeah, me too. And Mel, I'm really sorry about this morning." "So am I Chad. I'm sorry for neglecting you so badly." She had purposely used his real name, just as she had noticed he had used hers. They were out of character just then. No role playing at all. "When is your divorce final?" she asked. "The end of next week." "Maybe we'll plan something special for then." He shook his head. "I don't think I want to do anything. It's too depressing." "Okay, we'll see when the time comes." They stared at each other for a moment, each of them trying to figure out where to go next. Finally he said, "Mel, I liked it when you left me notes every day. It was easier to know what you wanted me to do or to wear. Can you do that again?" She thought about it. "I don't know, Sissy." She purposely used the name she had given him this time, bringing them both back where they belonged. "I don't think you need it anymore. You know what I want you to do now." "But that's just it, I don't know! What pants do you want me to wear? What shirt? I have no idea!" "Those are your choices now. I want you to get used to selecting your own clothes." "My choices? What choices? The only male clothes I have left are my shirts. There are no choices anymore!" "You still have choices," she replied. "They're just different ones now." "Yeah," he replied a bit sullenly. "Very different!" She laughed just a bit. "You'll get used to it... in time. What do your friends at work say?" she asked. "What friends! Nobody talks to me anymore. Nobody! Except Robin, of course." "She's the one you work with?" "Yeah, she has the desk next to mine." Mel was surprised to feel the pangs of jealously rearing up in her again at his mention of the woman. But she had asked for it when she brought the subject up. Annoyed, she started her car again. It was time to get moving. "What's happening tonight?" he asked as she drove out of the parking lot. "Ugh! Don't remind me!" "Well?" he asked. "Cassie hinted at something, but she wouldn't tell me what." She sighed. "I have a date tonight that I'd much rather not have." "So? What's that got to do with me?" She smiled wickedly at him for a moment. "While I'm gone, I've agreed to let Sandy babysit you." "Babysit? Why?" "Because she wants to. And because she and Cassie have been a big help to me so far! So I'm expecting you to behave yourself perfectly for them. Is that clear?" He was still trying to comprehend whatever babysitting might mean. "I guess so," he finally replied. "Hey, where are we going? My company is back the other way." "Home," she replied. "You can help me get ready for my date tonight." Robin checked around the corner at Chad's desk yet again. He was still gone and work was over for the day. He had been gone since she came back from break. His computer was still on, but there was no sign of him at all. She was a bit worried about him. Since it was the end of the day, she shut his computer down and turned off the light over his desk. Before she left though, she opened the drawer where she knew he kept his purse now. It was gone. Puzzled, she went out to the parking lot. As she got into her car, she spotted his car, still there. What had happened to him? Having no clue, she drove home to her family. Instead of going directly to Mel's apartment, she had them stop at Chad's apartment first. She rooted through some of the things he had to wear and finally grabbed his baby-doll nighty and one of his onesies. She noticed his pacifier sitting next to his clock radio. She picked it up and shoved it directly into his mouth. Finally, she had him change out his low-heeled shoes for ones with a higher heel. Feeling much more satisfied, she took him to her apartment. There were still several hours to go before Detective Grey would be picking her up, but she still had to get ready for him. And sometimes getting ready could take several hours. "Start my bath water," she ordered the minute they walked through her door. While he was doing that, she put her purse down and pulled her cell phone out to check for messages. She was pleased to see that there weren't any. She had left instructions with Andrea to hold all her messages unless they were really important. Of course, a message from Will Grey cancelling the date for tonight would have been most welcome. She walked into the bathroom where Sissy was watching the tub fill with water. She grabbed a box of her favorite bath beads and handed it to him. "Let's try this one tonight," she said. She watched as he began to tentatively pour some into the water. He poured a little bit, then stopped to look at her. "How much?" he asked through his pacifier. "A lot more than that! Just keep pouring and I'll tell you when to stop." He went back to pouring again. "Good!" she finally said. She breathed in the fragrant scent of the water. "Mmmm. That smells heavenly." Her body was relaxing already just from the aroma. She looked at him. "Diapers, plastic panties, and shoes," she said. She watched as he stripped down to just what she wanted. She loved seeing him like that, especially with the silly little pacifier in his mouth. He looked so... funny! She picked all his clothes up for him and put them into her clothes hamper herself. Her bathtub had plenty of water in it now. "That's enough," she told him. He turned the water off. "See how much is in there?" she said. "Next time, remember that. That's what I like." "Yes, Mistress," he said as he dropped a quick curtsey. His little curtsey thrilled her completely. Yes, she loved watching him. It was so... rewarding! But now it was time for her bath and she was still dressed. It would be so nice to have him help her with her bath... scrub her back for her, maybe even other places too. But somehow, she just couldn't bring herself to get naked in front of him. She knew it was silly. She had been naked in front of other men before when she had made love with them. Okay, there weren't all that many, but still, there had been a few. But for some reason she was still reluctant to undress in front of him. It didn't really make sense, but she couldn't help it. She removed her shoes and threw them into the corner of the bathroom. She removed the watch that she wore on her wrist. She pulled her hair up on top of her head so it wouldn't get wet. Then she took a deep breath. She had to force herself to unbutton her blouse in front of him. It was almost difficult and it took her a long time. Feeling more paranoid than ever about it, she slowly peeled her blouse off, leaving the top part of her body only covered by her bra. She had the same problem with the slacks she was wearing. Very slowly she forced herself to drag them down her legs. Chad watched her slowly undressing in front of him. He was mesmerized. She was doing it so slowly... so sensually. She was purposely trying to make him hard - where she knew that he couldn't get hard. And oh boy did he want to! Every second that went by - watching her, that he didn't get any pain from his miserable chastity device because he had gotten a tiny bit harder, seemed like heaven... because he got to really enjoy watching her and there wasn't an ounce of pain. She was down to her bra and panties now. There was no way he could take his eyes off of her. She was hesitating now, building up the tension before she removed one of them. Which would she take off first? He waited in breathless anticipation. Mel tried hard to bring herself to remove just her bra in front of him. She stood there. She brought her hands up to the clasps behind her. She stood there like that for an eternity. But she just couldn't do it. With a tiny shake of her head, she lowered her arms again. Finally, she decided she would get into her tub just the way she was - as if she was wearing a bikini bathing suit instead of a bra and panties. She stepped into the tub and laid back. The warm water felt so good. It would have felt better if she was completely naked, but it still felt good. "Kneel down next to me," she commanded. And he did so. She could see that he still hadn't taken his eyes off of her. Well, that was good. She had to wonder what was really going on in his mind just then. She had a pretty good idea of what most guys might think, but he was a sissy. He was different. She handed him her big soft sponge. "Clean my back," she said as she leaned forward. Chad took the sponge from her and began running it lightly over her back... dripping the warm water over her, caressing her skin with it. He couldn't believe it, she was purposely teasing him, denying him the sight of her naked body by keeping her bra and panties on. Obviously she knew that doing it like that would only add to his excitement. He thanked God that his chastity device was still not hurting him, it would have completely destroyed the moment. But he also knew that right now that pain wasn't very far away at all. Mel felt the sensual touch of the sponge snag on her bra. She hated it. It was just all wrong. She wanted to be naked to feel his attentions unhindered. "Stop," she finally ordered. She looked around at what she could see of her bathroom and her eyes fell on the clothes hamper where she had just put the clothes he had been wearing. "Get your shirt out of the clothes hamper," she said, an idea coming to her. Chad was puzzled. He pulled his shirt out of the clothes hamper and started to put it on. "No, don't wear it," she said. "Not like that anyway. Roll it up a few times then tie it around your head. Blindfold yourself so you can't see me." He was shocked. She could be so kinky sometimes. She was toying with him again, denying him the right to see her naked. As he tied his shirt tightly around his eyes, blocking off all his sight, he could feel his sexual need surging again. He was so thankful that his chastity device was still not hurting him. As he once again knelt down next to her tub, she finally plucked up the courage to remove her bra and panties. His hands were feeling for the sponge again and she handed it to him. Once again he began caressing her body with it. Chad dipped the sponge into the warm water and drew it slowly over her back. Again and again, very slowly and carefully he rubbed her beautiful skin with it. He couldn't see her, but he could feel her under the sponge. His mind imagined every wonderful curve of her body. Being without sight seemed to make him appreciate it all that much more. He caressed her with the sponge, over and over again, moving gradually from her back to her front. Down and over her naked breasts. Wonderful breasts. Lovely breasts. He was sure of it. Then he moved down further. All the way down to the little place between her legs. He heard her gasp with pleasure as he cleaned it gently, once, twice, three times... then he did it all over again. Finally, he moved down to her legs as he carefully caressed them one at a time. He couldn't see her with his eyes, but he could see her with his mind. His imagination memorized every nook and cranny of her. Mel was slowly going crazy under his attentions. It took a supreme effort to control herself. He was magic! But she finally came to her senses when he reached her feet. "That's enough," she told him. She still had to finish getting ready for Detective 'Smug.' "Just stay there like that," she commanded. Then she grabbed her razor and shaved her legs. It would have been nice to have him do that for her, but he couldn't do that blindfolded - she didn't think anyway. But it might be fun to find out... some other time. "Hand me the towel on your left," she said. She watched him reach out and search with his left arm for the towel that she could have grabbed easily herself. He found it and pulled it down. She took it from him and stood up in the tub. He was still on his knees as she stepped out to finish drying herself off behind him. She could see him keep turning his head just a bit as if he was trying to see her, which was silly because she knew he couldn't see anything blindfolded as he was. She grabbed her robe that she kept hanging on the back of her bathroom door and put it on, tying the belt around her waist tightly. "Okay," she said finally. "You can take that shirt off your head again." Chad removed the shirt from his head. He blinked several times to clear his sight. He turned as well as he could in his kneeling position to look at her. He was disappointed, she had her robe on. He knew she would be covered, but he had hoped anyway. "Come on, help me pick out what to wear for tonight," she said cheerfully. He followed her to her room where she went straight to her dresser. She hunted through the top drawer, sifting through piles of pale colored wispy material. She briefly held up at least half a dozen pairs of panties before she finally selected a pair. She turned around and showed them to him. "What do you think? Sexy enough?" He felt like electricity was suddenly running through his body. "Yes, Mistress," he said dropping a slight curtsey. She smiled that wicked smile of hers again. "I'll bet you wish you could wear them. Don't you?" The electric current running through him grew stronger. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, again with another curtsey. But his eyes were locked on the wispy panties she held in front of her. She sidled up to him and whispered into his ear. "But you can't, can you. You have to wear diapers, and only diapers. Little baby diapers. Baby diapers for the sissy baby. Too much of a sissy baby to wear big girl panties." She laughed as she moved away from him. That electric current running through him seemed to be centered directly at the root of his cock right now, and he could suddenly feel the tiny first stings from his chastity device. He forced himself to try to remain calm, willing the still tiny stings to go away. Without removing her robe, she turned her back to him and began pulling the panties up her legs, further and further. With the robe still covering her, she pulled them all the way into place and wiggled just a bit to situate them properly. She turned her head back to see if he had been watching. She doubted he had even blinked. Oh, this was fun! She quickly moved to her closet and opened the door, breaking the spell that had seemed to hold him in place. She searched quickly through dress after dress, discounting most of them. She pulled one out, then another. She turned to him and held one up to her body. "Which one do you think, this one?" She watched his face for a moment to let him see the dress in front of her. "Or this one?" She switched to the dress in her other hand. He couldn't tell. They both looked great to him. He shook his head. "They're both great Mistress, I can't decide." "Sissy. Come on, you can do better than that!" Then a thought struck her. "Look, I need you to think like the real sissy that you are. Now which one would you wear to make a man think you're really hot?" Again that jolt of electric current ran through him in all the wrong - or maybe right - ways, and the bit of pain he was still feeling from his chastity device intensified. He had never even thought of thinking about a dress that way. He moved to where he could get a closer look at the dresses. They were both short, or appeared to be anyway. One looked like it would leave one of her shoulders bare, while the other one looked to be very low cut. It was a really tough decision. He pointed to the one with the lower cut neckline. Hesitantly, he said through his pacifier, "That one I think." She smiled and ran over to her full length mirror and held it up in front of her. She nodded, then turned her head towards him. She was smiling. "Yeah, it just might do the trick." She hung the dress on the back of her closet door for later. While he watched as she did her makeup, he had to wonder, earlier she had sounded like she didn't want to go out with this guy at all. Now it was more like she couldn't wait to seduce him. Why? And what about him? He had a sudden bad thought. Would he ever go out with a woman again? What woman in her right mind would ever go out with someone like him? Nobody, that's who! But when this bet is over... he promised himself that somehow he would get his life back again. He might have to move to the most out of the way place on earth to do it, but somehow he would get it back again. It was only then that he realized that the pain he had been ignoring had finally gone completely away - fortunately! When she finished her makeup, she reached for one of the bottles of perfume on her counter. She picked it up then stopped, thinking for a minute. She turned to him. "Sissy, would you mind if I borrowed a little of that heavenly perfume you got last weekend?" Why would he mind? He never used it. He dropped another curtsey. "I'd love for you to use it, Mistress," he replied. She smiled at him. "Go get if for me please, quickly." He took two steps toward the door, then stopped. He looked down at himself. He was only wearing his diapers and high heels. He turned back questioningly towards her. "Go like you are, Sissy. Just take your keys and nothing else. Maybe there will be some nice people outside who would enjoy seeing how you look right now as much as I enjoy it." He hesitantly turned toward the door. He hated it when she made him do things like this. He fished his keys out of his purse, took a deep breath to calm himself, then ran as fast as he could for his own apartment. He breathed a sigh of relief as soon as he got there and closed the door behind him. He quickly found his perfume and dashed back to her apartment. Closing her door behind him was like a huge relief. It was so embarrassing to be outside, dressed like he was! He handed her the perfume and watched as she sprayed herself. "Oh, that's such a pretty scent. Don't you think?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress," he replied with yet another curtsey. "Here," she said holding the bottle out. Before he could react, she sprayed him in three different places with it. Suddenly the embarrassing smell was all over him - and he knew he couldn't get away from it. What could he do? He dropped another curtsey and said, "Thank you, Mistress," yet again. She smiled at him. "You should consider wearing this more often. It really is beautiful." He didn't even want to think about that! She looked at her clock. There was still plenty of time. She walked into her kitchen and pulled a baby bottle full of her tea mixture out. She handed him the bottle and pulled out his pacifier. She pointed at his spot on the floor and he obediently sat down and began drinking. She felt satisfied. Things were getting back to normal again - where they should be. When his bottle was done, she stuck his pacifier back in his mouth and changed his diapers. "Not messy again," she noted. "I didn't eat any lunch today," he explained. "It usually happens after I eat." She nodded her understanding and finished diapering him - without inserting another suppository. No sense making things even worse for Sandy and Cassie. She looked back and forth between his onesie and his baby-doll nighty. She finally opted for the nighty because she thought he looked cuter in it. Then she put it on him. He was as ready as she was going to get him. It was her turn to finish getting ready now. She made him scrunch himself into his corner with orders not to dare move while she finished getting dressed. Chad was back in his corner again. It was beginning to feel like home to him. A terrible home, but a familiar place never the less. It sounded like she had gone back into her bedroom again. That was one of the problems with his corner, when he was in it, all he could do was to try to listen... and to think. There was nothing else. He again felt the first faint signs that he would have to pee. He easily pushed it to the back of his mind and half forgot about it. His control was normal again, completely. Could he hold it for an hour now? He doubted it. Tomorrow he would be conservative with his hold-back estimate in his spreadsheet again. She finished fastening her dress, then went to find a pair of shoes. She started to put one pair on, then she stopped and kicked them off again. Detective 'Nuisance' had said he wanted her to dress sexy. Her dress was sexy. She had one pair of shoes in her closet somewhere with a much higher heel - black patent leather stilettos. She hadn't worn them in years now. It took her a few minutes to find them. She slipped them on. She instantly felt taller. The shoes were a bit uncomfortable not to mention unstable, but if he wanted sexy, then that's what she would give him. She wondered how Sissy would feel wearing the shoes she had on. He'd love them no doubt. He had a high-heel fascination for sure. Maybe she should get him some - someday. She brushed her hair again and pulled it back behind her with a fancy hair clip. She rechecked her makeup. She was as ready as she wanted to be just then. She walked back out to her living room. He was still stuck tightly in his corner. He hadn't heard her coming and she caught him with one heel slightly off the ground. "Feet together!" she ordered. He instantly fixed his stance to where it should be. She laughed internally. This was so much fun. She glanced at her clock. It was almost seven. Close enough. "Okay, Sissy. It's time. Let's go." He gratefully pulled himself away from his corner and turned around, trying to stretch a few of his aching muscles as he did so. He stopped and stared at her. She was fully dressed and standing still so he could appreciate her. And appreciate her he did. From her hair down to her black patent shoes. His gaze lingered the longest on her shoes... wow! He looked up into her face. She was a gorgeous woman, but this was the first time he had really seen that. She never dressed this way before. He would love to go out with her, love to take her to bed... but those thoughts were quickly dashed as he realized his own situation and personality. She was going out with a real man tonight... even though she said she didn't like him, the guy would undoubtedly be someone she could respect. Nothing at all like him. He was a sissy and unworthy of her attentions. He hung his head and dropped a very nice curtsey to her. "You look very, very nice tonight, Mistress." She was pleased, especially by the way she had seen him looking at her, and then his final reaction. It actually thrilled her to the core. "Thank you, Sissy," she replied. She was about to tell him to get his purse and diaper bag, but she realized that he didn't have his diaper bag. She guessed it was still back in his car at work. "Grab a plastic garbage bag from the kitchen," she ordered. "And then put at least six bottles in it from the refrigerator." His eyes went wide. "Six!" She smiled that wicked smile again. "You heard me! Get to it!" While he was doing that, she dug a bunch of disposable as well as the heavy cloth diapers out of her cabinet, along with a bunch of other things. Everything Sandy and Cassie could possibly need to diaper him many times, in any way that they wished. When Chad came back with the bag full of bottles, she filled the bag with the things she had gathered. "There. That should do it," she proclaimed. "We better go now or you're going to be late!" He had spent a few minutes while he was in the corner trying to grasp the concept of being babysat, but he hadn't been able to wrap his mind around it. What exactly did that mean? He had no idea. He took the heavy plastic bag from her when she handed it to him and then grabbed his purse. She opened the door. It was still fully light outside, undoubtedly there would be people around who would see him. But what choice did he have? Nervously, he followed her outside. She walked slowly and purposefully toward Sandy and Cassie's apartment and he followed closely behind her. There were a few people in the parking lot who stared at them. One gorgeous woman dressed to the nines ... and him... a sissy baby. Talk about an odd combination. Mel knocked on their door and it was opened almost immediately by Sandy. But instead of greeting Mel, she looked straight at Chad and squealed with delight. "Oh Sissy! Aren't you just the most precious thing!" Chad was momentarily scared when she pushed past Mel to quickly hug him, then drag him into her apartment. "Hi Mel," Cassie said from inside while Sandy was looking Chad over carefully. "You really turned out great tonight!" "Thanks, Cassie," Mel replied, also watching Sandy lavishing attention on Chad. "Oh Mel," Sandy finally said, "come on, let me show you what I did." She dragged Chad by his arm into the kitchen with her. Chad stopped and stared, not believing what he saw. She had a highchair there - a big one! And it was obviously decorated for a baby girl! "Didn't it turn out great?" Sandy asked Mel. Mel was totally surprised by what she saw. It was beautiful. She had never seen a highchair like it. All the highchairs she had ever seen before were rather plain compared to this one. The whole thing was painted pale pink and white. There were tiny hearts, flowers, and doll appliqu?s pasted all over it. It was really quite pretty. The only part that didn't appear to be fancy was the tray he would be eating off of... that part alone looked to be very plain - as it probably should. It was a beautiful highchair. A big one, but a beautiful one. "Sandy," she said, then stopped as she searched for words. "It's amazing! You've outdone yourself with it for sure!" "So you like it?" she asked. "Like it? That's probably an understatement. You really went all out on it!" "Well, I was having fun," she admitted. "I hope I didn't go too far with it." "Too far? Sandy, it's fantastic!" Sandy squealed with delight. Then she pulled the tray off of it. "Okay little baby, guess where you need to sit." Chad was hesitant. She really meant for him to sit in that thing! It looked big enough, but something about it made him feel really squeamish just looking at it... let alone sitting in it. Slowly, he walked over to it and turned around so his back was to it. The seat was a bit higher than he liked and he had to stretch on his toes to get his backside up on the seat, but once there, he was able to easily slide all the way back into it. There was a round chair rail at just the perfect height to rest his feet on and he unconsciously hooked his heels over it. Sandy drew some white nylon straps from the back of the chair around him and fastened the buckle attached to them together with a loud click, then she pulled the straps tight. "We don't want baby to fall out, do we?" Fall out? He was shocked. She had even included a seatbelt. He was an adult for heaven's sake. Okay, he was also a big baby, but he wasn't about to fall out of the thing! Sandy picked up the tray by its sides and held it in front of her. "Okay, baby, put your hands in your lap." Chad looked at her, she couldn't be serious! But he did as she told him to. All too quickly, she was placing the try on top of the armrest and pushing it forward. There were some very obvious clicks as it came closer and closer up to his chest. Then one final click as it pressed tightly against him. "There, that should do it," Sandy said, sounding satisfied. Chad tried to pull his arms out, but he couldn't. His elbows kept hitting either the sides of the chair or the back. Why had she bothered with the seatbelt? There was no way he could get out of the thing! He l