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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 28 (Friday - week 4) Worry, fear, and confusion reigned supreme in every one of his dreams. And every one of his dreams were suddenly cut short by a big echoing scream of anger out of nowhere that was Mel's voice yelling the word, "What?" Over and over again it happened. Each dream causing his feelings of confusion to grow and grow. Each dream making less and less sense. He began tossing and turning restlessly... as much as his breast forms and overly bloated diapers would allow. The echoing shout grew louder and louder... "What? What? What? What? WHAT?" Feelings of worry and impending doom descended on him, making his fear grow more and more. A terrible nightmare that somehow was all too closely linked to the real world! Fear! Doom! Fear! Doom! WHAT? He awoke covered in sweat and breathing hard. His mouth was sucking as hard and fast as it could on his pacifier. He brought his hands to his face and rubbed his eyes, nearly scratching himself with the super long claws that were his fingernails. What had he dreamed? Now that he was awake, all that he remembered were the feelings of fear and dread that still coursed through him. Only faint bits of light filtered into the room from outside. It was still too early to get up, yet he knew he couldn't sleep. He rolled out of bed and climbed to his feet, his heart still racing from his nightmares. He was immediately more aware of his diapers and how bloated they were. Messy too - as usual. He noted once again that he didn't remember wetting or messing himself at all after he fell asleep last night - later than usual. And now he was up extra early. What had gotten into Mel last night? He didn't have a clue. But he was very worried that she might be mad at him for some reason. He just had no idea as to why. He waddled over to the doorway and switched on his light so he could see better. His eyes checked the time on his pink clock radio. Early. Very early. He waddled over to the radio to turn off the alarm so it wouldn't go off - but the alarm wasn't set! Strange! Suddenly worried about whether or not Mel had left him a note last night, he waddled as quickly as he could out to his kitchen. He slapped at the wall as he entered it to turn on the light. But the bright stark light only showed him an empty counter top. There was no note. Nothing. What was going on? He grabbed a baby bottle filled with her lousy tea out of his refrigerator and wandered out to his living room to sit in the only chair that he owned. As he nursed on the bottle, his mind tried over and over again to replay everything he could remember about the night before. All during dinner she had seemed fine... friendly even... in fact, she was really nice. Then they went to therapy together, and he didn't remember one thing out of the ordinary there... until it was over. And suddenly she seemed to be angry. Not just at him, but at Gloria too. Why? Or was it that she wasn't angry at him at all and was only angry at Gloria? He couldn't be sure. But she did throw him out of her apartment the minute she got home last night. What had he missed? Nothing that he could remember. But one thing was for sure, as angry as she seemed to be last night, he was going to be extra careful today to not make any mistakes! Mel stared blankly at the black depths of the coffee in her mug. She had had a restless night with very little sleep. Deceived! Betrayed! All her dreams had been ripped out of her. Now, in the early morning hours, she only felt the glowing embers of anger... and a bone deep weariness. She would have gone back to bed, but she knew she'd never sleep. Deceived! How could he do that to her? But he had really only proven that despite the fact that he was a sissy, he was still just like every other man on the planet - a self-serving bastard that can't be trusted! Just thinking about him again made her lose her taste for her coffee. Making a horrid face at it, she put her mug down and wandered back into her bedroom. She laid down on her bed again, hoping against hope that she could get at least a little more sleep. She was tempted to turn her alarm clock off in case she did manage to doze. So what if she was late for work? So what? Let her clients wait! She couldn't care less! But as she reached out to turn the alarm off, she stopped herself. No, she did care about her clients - unfortunately. She wasn't going to let them down... even though everyone in her own life was letting her down. With one final glance at her clock, she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. Ten seconds later, in a fit of anger, she reached over and turned the alarm off. She wasn't really sleeping anyway. She closed her eyes. Betrayed! Deceived! Chad opened the door to his closet and looked in. His eyes immediately fell on the only pair of pants still hung up there - the ones he couldn't wear. His gaze moved over to the other clothes - blouses and tops with skirts mixed among them. Damn! He was going to do it again. He was going to go to work wearing a skirt - again! Not wanting to select which outfit he was going to wear yet, he closed the door and went back to his bathroom, delaying the decision of what to wear as long as he possibly could. He spent extra time perfecting his hair and makeup, trying to make it look as good as possible... as feminine as possible. Not because he was a sissy, but because he was afraid that Mel might be angry at him and he wanted to do everything possible to make sure she wouldn't find any further faults with him. Visions of her punishing him continually ran through his head as he worked, keeping him focused on the tasks that continually made him less and less of a male... and more and more of a sissy. When his hair was finally done, and his makeup was finally done, dressed in only his diapers, plastic panties, waist cincher, and an all-in-one girdle, he again faced his closet. What should he wear? A skirt and blouse obviously. But which one? Having no preference, he pulled out the skirt closest to him along with the top that was right next to it. He knew they went together because Mel had grouped them that way. He held them up and looked at them. The skirt was solid black and tapered to fit fairly tightly. It had an elastic waist so it would probably fit him fairly well despite all the weight he had lost. It also looked a bit shorter than some of his other skirts. The top was a soft cotton print, mostly in differing shades of blue and white. It had white lace trim coming down along the low rounded neckline, emphasizing it beautifully. For the second day in a row he wasn't wearing pantyhose and he was rather enjoying the freedom. He pulled the skirt on and ran his hands down the front of it. It only came down to a few inches above his knees, but it did seem to fit nicely. He decided he really liked the skirt. He pulled the top on over it and checked his image in the mirror. Excellent! Now for the shoes. It was Friday. He and Mel always had their nails done on Friday evening. He was more glad than ever that he wasn't wearing pantyhose that day since he'd only have to remove them later before having his toenails done. He chose a pair of strappy high-heeled sandals to put on his feet and fastened them on. He felt good! He looked in the mirror, he looked good! He added his necklace and ring and checked his image again. Feminine... somewhat. The longer he stared at himself, the more he could see the shape of his male body underneath. Not really feminine at all... just sissy! Ugh! Mel's slumber was interrupted by someone knocking on her door. She groaned and looked at her clock. Damn! She had fallen asleep - which was a good thing. But the knocking had to be Sissy. And he was right on time again, darn it! She pulled herself out of bed and grabbed her robe as she walked, wrapping it tightly around her. Sissy! The last person in the world she wanted to see just then... and the stinking, rotten, scum-bucket, bag of sissy bones was knocking on her door. She wasn't the least bit interested in seeing him - perhaps ever! She opened her door. Chad tried to put a big smile on his face despite the pacifier stuck in his mouth, trying to please her. He dropped his best curtsey. "Good morn..." "Get lost!" she shouted, and slammed the door in his face. Chad was shocked! More than shocked! What was going on? Obviously she was still mad. But why? What had he done? Feeling confused, he slowly went back to his own apartment. Before he went inside, he cast one more glance back at her door in hopes that she had opened it again and would welcome him inside. But her door remained closed. There was no sign of her at all. He went back into his apartment and stared at his blank walls. What was he supposed to do now? He always had breakfast at her apartment before he went to work. As horrible as her baby food breakfasts were, he was wishing for one just then. Having no idea what else he should do, he went back outside and headed down to his car. It was early, so he drove to his favorite fast-food restaurant and ordered through the drive through. He sat in his car in the parking lot and fretted about Mel while he ate. He had no idea what was wrong with her... or why she should be mad at him. Would she call him later? Would she apologize? He simply had no answers. With his breakfast finished, he continued his drive to work, getting irritated twice along the way because his too long fingernails kept getting in the way every time his thumb unconsciously tried to enter his mouth. It wasn't until he sat down at his desk that he remembered that today was the day that his divorce was supposed to be final. All his problems over Mel had put that completely out of his mind - not that he really wanted to think about it. There was nothing he had to do for it anyway... just sit back and wait till the paperwork was mailed to him - which could take several weeks. He felt bad, not to mention frightened, over his situation with Mel. And now thinking about his divorce being final only added more weight to his depression. He pushed the button to start up his computer, sat back, and stared blankly at as his screen. "Hi Chad," Robin's voice called cheerily from the entrance to his cubicle where she had stopped for a moment. As usual, her arms were loaded down with things. "Hi Robin," he returned rather flatly. He noticed Robin staring at him again. He was about to ask her what was wrong this time, but she spoke first. "Wait a minute. I'll be right back." She was quickly gone to her own cubicle. While she was gone, Chad glanced down at his clothes. As far as he could tell, there were no problems. He checked to see if he had maybe spilled something on his top while he was eating earlier. Nope! "Okay," Robin said breathlessly as she hurried back, this time with her arms empty. "I just had to put that stuff down. It was getting heavy." Chad expected her to come all the way into his cubicle, but she just stood at the entrance looking at him as if she expected him to do something. He wondered what she wanted. "Okay, stand up," she said as she stood there. "Let me see." "See what?" "You're outfit!" she replied like it was the only possible answer there could be. Chad hesitated. He well remembered her actions yesterday when it was more like she was feeling him up. He wasn't exactly in the mood for anything the least bit humiliating today. But Robin was waiting impatiently. "I can't see it as well if you're sitting down!" she complained. "Come on girl, show it off!" Rolling his eyes, he dragged himself to his feet, praying all the while that she wouldn't come any closer than she was now. Her face turned to a smile, which confused him a bit. "Turn around," she requested. Not sure if he understood her right, he said, "Turn..." "Around," she finished for him as she revolved a finger in the air to emphasize what she wanted him to do. Ugh! Women! Chad slowly turned all the way around. When he was facing Robin again, she had a huge smile on her face. "I love it! It's really cute!" Chad was floored. "You like it? Thanks." "Yeah, it looks super on you!" Chad looked down at his clothes, then back up at Robin. He smiled back at her. "Yeah, I kind of liked this too when I put it on." "The only suggestion I might make," Robin began. "Uh oh," he thought. "Is that... well... your legs. They look pretty good... for a guy. But... well, I just thought they looked better when you wore pantyhose instead of them being bare." Chad was a bit crestfallen. He had rather been enjoying not wearing pantyhose, but now it sounded like he needed to be wearing them again. He was a lot more comfortable without them. "Do I really need them?" he asked uncertainly. "Well, no, of course not. You look fine. Great, in fact. It's just that I think you would look better if you had some. That's all." "But I look okay, now?" he asked again for reassurance. "Yeah, of course," Robin repeated. Then she paused for a moment. "You wouldn't happen to have an extra pair in your purse, would you?" "No. Of course not," he replied. Robin rolled her eyes. "God! You have a lot to learn! What happens if you suddenly get a run? You're going to need an extra pair!" "But I'm not even wearing any. How can I get a run if I'm not wearing them?" "I meant for when you are wearing them! And it wouldn't hurt to keep a pair in your desk too." "In my desk... but I'm not wearing any at all. I don't need another pair!" he protested. Women! They could be so stupid! Robin shook her head in disbelief. Men! They could be so stupid! "Like I said, in case you are wearing any. You've got to be prepared. Besides, sometimes an extra pair of pantyhose can come in handy for the strangest reasons. You should always keep a pair handy." Chad sat back down. He wasn't going to win this argument - not that he even understood it. Besides, she had agreed that his legs looked fine as they were. That was good enough for him. Putting on pantyhose with his waist cincher was simply too hard to deal with! But Robin was staring at him again. "You know what would look super with that outfit?" Chad almost groaned. He wasn't sure he wanted to know, but the word, "What?" slipped out of his mouth. "Colored hose! Since you don't have any with you, you should get some in a solid color. Like I think some blue ones would really look great!" "Blue? Get some? I was going to stay like this. Besides, where would I get some pantyhose here? We're at work!" "I mean when you go to lunch, silly." "Oh. Like I said, I think I'll stay like this." "Suit yourself. It was just a suggestion. That's all." To Chad, all too many suggestions from women sounded more like demands. At least this was one he didn't have to follow! Mel walked out to Andrea's desk with a folder full of paperwork in her hands. She dropped the folder on Andrea's desk as if she wasn't happy with it, turned on her heel, and headed back to her office. Andrea watched her for a moment, then picked up the folder and looked through it. There wasn't anything wrong there as far as she could see. "Mel?" she called, stopping her employer before she could get back into her office. "What's wrong with it?" Mel just shook her head. "Nothing," She replied before heading straight back into her office. Andrea was puzzled. Mel had been acting strangely all morning... as if something major was upsetting her. And now this! There were no clients in the office just then and none were expected for a little while. She got up and headed for Mel's office. For once, she didn't knock like she always did, she just barged in instead. Mel looked up at her from behind her desk, but her expression was almost blank. "Okay," Andrea began, "you've been moping around here all morning like the world's come to end! Out with it! What's wrong?" Mel rolled her eyes, but otherwise her expression changed little. "Not today, Andrea." "Bullshit!" With purposeful strides, Andrea walked all the way into her office and sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk. "You've been behaving terribly all morning! It's got to stop! Now tell me what it is!" Mel looked at her friend. "Have I been that bad today? Does it show that much?" "You're so out of it, you shouldn't even be here!" Mel took a big breath and let out just as big a sigh. Yeah, Andrea was probably right. She hadn't been behaving properly at all. Not very professional for a lawyer. "Sorry," she apologized contritely. "So what gives?" "Ugh!" Mel wanted to jump out of her chair and pace around the room, but she forced herself to remain calm. "Have you ever thought you were about to touch your dreams, only to have someone suddenly rip them completely away from you?" "Huh? Over and over again! Let me guess, it's got to be a man. Right?" Mel was about to say yes, but then stopped herself. "Sort of." "So start at the top and tell me all about it, while we still have time." Mel stared at her friend. She knew Andrea was right. She had to get it all off her chest. She told her about the trip to Gloria's last night and about how she found out that Chad had been fooling her. "Wait a minute!" Andrea said at the end. "Are you telling me you're giving up? You... the great Mel... giving up?" Mel blushed a bit. "I... I... I hadn't really thought about it," she stammered. "Maybe." Andrea shook her head. "I never thought I'd hear you say that. You're the one who always fights tooth and nail for every little thing - even when you shouldn't be. You never give up!" "I don't know that I am giving up! Like I said, I haven't really thought about it!" "Yeah... well as I see it, this bet was supposed to last for two months. Right? What's it been, a month now?" "Not quite." "So you're not quite half-way through, and already you're considering giving in?" "I said I don't know! I haven't really thought about it! And I'm certainly not going to quit half way through something. You know me better than that!" "So you're not giving up then?" Andrea asked with a smile on her face. She could literally see her boss coming back to life. "Not on your life!" Mel proclaimed. "I don't lose! Especially not to some... some... some powder-puff of a man! If I can go so far as to even call him that!" Andrea almost laughed. Yeah, her boss's fighting spirit was back again. There would definitely be no more bad attitude around the office from her today. "So what are you going to do about it? It sounds like he's got some pretty good reasons for fighting back." "Yeah, that's the problem, he does. Self-respect. Who would have ever thought that someone like him would be worried about such a thing?" "So what are you going to do?" "I don't know yet. I still have to figure it out." "But at the same time, from what you just told me, it sounds like you've made a lot of headway with him already." "Yeah, but not enough. I got so wrapped up in my own dreams and desires that I completely forgot about the terms of the bet itself. It's fine to keep him all dressed up and be my little frilly sissy maid toy, but that won't win the bet for me. He, on the other hand, has obviously not lost track of what's important. I have to make him completely incontinent by the end of next month, or I lose! And I don't like to lose!" "But like I said, you've already made some headway. You said a few minutes ago that all the suppositories you give him have robbed him of that control." Mel shook her head. "It's not enough. Besides, how do I know he can't still control himself after I stop the suppositories?" "So like I asked before, what are you going to do?" Mel shook her head. "I just don't know. I do have a plan for the suppositories. And from everything I can see, that part at least is working. And I do still have another month to go with it. It's the other side of him, the front side that has me troubled. How do I fix him so he can't control his peeing at all?" "I don't know. I have no answer for you. Besides, this is your fight. I'm just here to keep the office running and type up your paperwork." Mel smiled at her. "You do a lot more than that! Thanks for keeping me straight. I'm sorry I was such a bitch earlier." Andrea smiled as she got to her feet. "That's what I'm here for." Mel stared at the back of her office door after Andrea had closed it behind her. Andrea had been right. There was still a month to go, a bit more actually. There was still time, just not as much of it. Frustrated, she picked up a pencil off of her desk and threw it down again. She felt like she had wasted an entire month. How could she have been so blind? But obviously Sissy hadn't been wasting his time. Twenty-eight minutes. He said he could hold his pee for twenty-eight minutes. Almost half an hour. Mel didn't think she could hold hers that long - no, she knew she couldn't. How did he do it? One thing was for sure, the nice gloves had to come off! It was no more little-miss-nice-girl as far as he was concerned. She had to get tough! And with only a month left, she had to pull out all the stops and use every trick in the book! The only problem was, that there was no book. How the hell was she supposed to go about it? And with only a month left? Darn the man, anyway! A thought occurred to her. She reached for her phone and dialed Gloria's number. "Hi Gloria, it's Mel," she said as soon as her friend had picked up." "Mel! I'm so glad you called! I've been fretting over last night since it happened. I was so afraid you wouldn't talk to me anymore." "No. Don't worry about it. Listen. I can bring him in for a special session. I'll work out some kind of excuse so he won't expect anything's going on. Then you can hypnotize him again and convince him that he doesn't want those ideas of his after all." "Mel, I can't! I'm not going to do that! I feel bad enough about what I've done to him already. And I'm really torn over whether what I did was right or not. I mean, on the one hand, what I did wouldn't have worked at all if he didn't really want it, so because of that I feel justified. But on the other hand, he's obviously fighting so hard against it that he's able to completely throw off some of the suggestions. Which means I was wrong and he doesn't really want it." Mel listened to her friend's arguments. She tried to understand. But she was a lawyer. Much of her training was in forcing her opponents to see things the way she wanted them to look. "Listen, Gloria. Obviously he's very divided over this thing. It has to be really bothering him. Trying to choose between two different things that he wants can't be easy on him. In fact, I'm sure I've seen signs that these things are bothering him." A lie if she ever told one, but if it suits her purpose... "Why not help him out with his dilemma? A little 'therapy' from you could go a long way toward easing his mind and making him a lot happier. And... since we both know how much happier he would be if he really were incontinent, then.... Besides, he did say that when this bet was over that he wanted to try making himself that way again." Gloria thought about Mel's words for a moment. "That's true," she agreed - hesitantly. "I can have him there right after work today. Sooner if you've got the time!" But Gloria wasn't ready to be pushed that far yet. "No Mel. Not today. I still need to think about this." Mel's frustration returned. She hated stubborn people. "Okay, Gloria. How about lunch today? I'm buying." She could always convince her over lunch. Gloria was tempted, but she knew that Mel would only spend the entire meal trying to talk her into doing exactly what she didn't want to do. And she really wasn't ready to make that decision yet... with or without Mel. "Not today, Mel. I... I can't do lunch today." Mel was disappointed. She was sure she could have convinced Gloria to help her over lunch. "Okay, Gloria. Maybe next week?" "Yeah, next week for sure Mel. And Mel, I really am glad you called. I was so afraid I was going to lose you as my friend. You were so mad last night when you left!" "Yeah, I was mad Gloria. But I'm over it now. Sorry about that. Next week then, Gloria." "Yeah, next week Mel." Mel put her phone down and sat back in her chair. Gloria wasn't going to help... at least not yet. But the next time they had lunch together, she'd convince her to help again. She needed that help. There was only a month left! Thank God Andrea had helped her get her head on straight. Speaking of Andrea.... Mel picked up the phone on her desk and dialed a number she had memorized from frequent use over the years. "Hi, it's Mel. I need something special, and I need it right away. And I'll pick it up myself." Chad was busy working when he heard his cell phone buzzing indicating an incoming text message. Hoping it would be from Mel, possibly to even explain her odd behavior, he pulled it quickly out of his purse. But the screen didn't show that it was from Mel. It was from his ex-wife. The message was short and simple. "It's over. Papers in the mail." He read it again, then closed his phone. It was over. He was officially divorced. Something deep inside was trying to convince him that he should be glad. But he wasn't. It was weighing on him more than he thought it would. He hadn't expected that. He was a failure! All because of what he was - a sissy! Failure! Failure! Failure! Robin suddenly appeared at the entrance to his cubicle. "Come on, Chad. Break time." But as Chad looked up, she quickly noticed that something wasn't right. "What's wrong?" she asked. Chad stared at her for a moment, then he opened his cell phone and found the message from his ex-wife. He held the phone out for Robin to take. Robin took the phone and read the message. Her eyes went wide with surprise. "Oh Chad, I'm so sorry! And in a text message no less! How cold!" Chad just shrugged as he took his phone back. "I didn't really want to talk to her anyway." "But it's bothering you?" "More than I thought it would. I'm such a failure!" "A failure?" He nodded. "If it wasn't for... this," he said, looking down at himself to indicate how he was dressed, "I'd be like everybody else... and still married... and...." He stopped himself there. He didn't want to get into things that he didn't want her to know about. "And what?" Robin asked softly. He shrugged again. "And lots of other things." Robin wasn't sure she totally understood. "A failure?" she tried again. The more he thought about it all, the worse he felt. He suddenly felt like crying as the frustration and full weight of his disappointment finally hit him. He turned his chair away from Robin so she couldn't see his face. His thumb tried to find its way to his mouth, but his extra long nail quickly put a stop to that. But Robin had noticed the tears beginning to form in his eyes. She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Hey Chad. It's okay. Lots of people get divorced." Chad tried to nod and say, "I know." But as the words came out, it was as if they pulled the plug on his tears. A moment later, he was sobbing openly, and he couldn't help it. The fact that he was crying like that in front of Robin only made it worse. Robin was so surprised to see him crying. She just continued to hold him and whisper kind words in his ear. It took a few minutes, but gradually he calmed down. She turned him around in his chair. His face was a total mess, with makeup running all over the place. "Feel better now?" she asked. He nodded and sort of got out a small, "Yeah. Sorry." She smiled. "Sometimes a good cry is all it takes." Chad was a bit surprised. Embarrassed, but surprised. "Yeah," he agreed. "I do feel better... sort of." Robin pulled on his arm. "Come on," she said, "you're a mess. Let's get you cleaned up." Chad let her pull him to his feet without thinking about it and started following her out of his cubicle. But she stopped him before they got very far. "Aren't you going to grab your purse?" Chad was confused. "What for?" "Isn't all your makeup in it?" "My makeup? I thought we were going to the break room." "Not till we get you cleaned up! You don't want to go anywhere looking like that!" Chad finally came to his senses after his bout of crying. He looked bad? Worried, he opened his purse and pulled out his tiny compact mirror. "Forget that thing!" Robin said quickly. "You're going to need a bigger mirror than that. Much bigger!" Bigger mirror? "Like what?" he asked. "The ladies room, dummy!" "Oh... But...." "Look, I know you're probably still using the men's room all the time since I never see you in the ladies room, but I can't help you if you go in there. Besides, the way you're completely dressing now, I don't know why you'd want to anyway." Chad was confused. "Want to what?" he asked. "Use the men's room instead of the ladies room, of course. Geez! You really are still out of it!" Chad was just taken by surprised. He hadn't been in a men's room, or a ladies room for that matter, in a very long time now. He really never had a reason to go into any restroom anymore. So what was he supposed to do? He felt more than a bit embarrassed about going into the ladies room. "Um..." he said trying to find something to say. Robin only saw his confusion. So she made up his mind for him. "Just grab your purse and let's go. Geez! Like I said, I can't believe you'd even consider using the men's room anymore!" Chad grabbed his purse and followed her towards the restrooms, stopping briefly at her cubicle so she could get her own bag. Obviously Robin didn't understand his real situation... which was just the way he wanted it. The closer they got, the more he stared at the men's room door. And the harder he tried to remember the last time he had been in there. He couldn't. He couldn't remember the last time he had been in any public restroom. He couldn't even remember the last time he had used a bathroom instead of his diapers. He was sure it had been somewhere shortly after the whole bet-thing had started. He just couldn't remember the last time he had actually done it. He followed Robin right up to the women's room door. He paused just for a second to glance again at the men's room door that was now so close. Robin opened the women's room door and started inside, she held the door wide for him to follow. Putting the men's room behind him, possibly for a very long time, he followed her in. The closing door behind him felt like it was cutting off and locking out another part of his life. But that was a part of his life he didn't really need anymore. But he missed it, never the less. Robin headed toward the row of sinks, then she stopped and pointed to the stalls on the other wall. "Do you need to do anything while you're here?" "Uh... no thanks," he replied. Robin grinned a bit. "Shy, huh? Don't worry. Just act like a woman and nobody will ever care. You start washing your face. Now that I'm in here, I've got to go." Chad watched as Robin went into one of the cubicles and closed the door behind her. He turned and stared into one of the mirrors above the sinks. Ugh! He did look bad. He had mascara running everywhere and his foundation was all smeared. There would be no help for it but to wash it all off and start again. He put his purse on the shelf above the sink, started the water running, and got busy. Robin came out of the stall a few minutes later. She washed her hands in the sink next to Chad, fussed with her hair for a moment, examined her makeup, and did a very slight touch-up to her lips. Then she leaned against the sink and watched closely as Chad worked on his face. "It's been a while since I've seen you doing your makeup," she noted as Chad continued to blend this and that all over his face as fast as he could. "You're certainly getting a lot better at it." "Thanks," Chad replied without turning towards her. He really just wanted to get his face fixed and get out of there. As he worked, he wondered, hadn't Robin mentioned something about helping him? Wasn't that why they were there in the first place? But so far, all she was doing was watching. She was making him nervous. Was he doing something wrong? But so far, she wasn't saying much. As he was working on his blush, the door suddenly opened again. Chad stopped what he was doing, the brush still held against his skin and watched as another woman came into the room. The woman seemed to do a classic double-take as she was taken by surprise to see Chad there. "Hi," Robin said very casually to her without moving a muscle from her given position. "Hi Robin," the woman returned, still staring - almost suspiciously - at Chad as she headed for one of the stalls. Chad was amused to notice how loudly she clicked the lock shut after she closed the door. He went back to his face. The woman came out a few minutes later, still staring at Chad as she went to another of the sinks, washed her hands, checked her face, then left. Chad expected Robin to make some kind of a comment about the woman who had just left, but Robin didn't say anything. As he continued working on his lips, he realized that there was no reason for Robin to say anything. The woman belonged in there. It was normal for the woman to be in there. What wasn't normal, was for him to be there! Finally, Chad finished with his lipstick. He rolled the stick back into the tube and took a good look at his face. Not too bad for a rush job. "Interesting!" Robin proclaimed with a look of approval on her face. "You're definitely getting better at it. That's for sure." "I have to do it every day," he replied as if complaining. "Just like a woman!" Robin laughed. "Yeah. I guess." "Hey!" Robin exclaimed as she suddenly started digging through her bag. "I've got something new that should help to cheer you up after your bad news earlier. I really love it! Want to try some?" "What is it?" "Ah!" she replied as she finally spotted what she was after in her overly stuffed bag. "This!" she proclaimed as she brought out a small bottle. She sprayed a spritz from the bottle onto her neck and inhaled deeply. "Mmmm. Lovely." "Perfume?" "Of course. Hold out your wrist." Chad wasn't all that sure about it, but he did as she suggested and held out his wrist. Robin sprayed some of her perfume on it. "Rub your wrists together," she directed. Chad started rubbing his wrists together so that the perfume would be on both wrists. But as he was doing it, Robin suddenly stuck the bottle out again and sprayed his neck too. "Hey!" he protested. Robin giggled. "Doesn't it smell heavenly?" She sniffed at him. "Darn, you smell good now!" They both giggled a bit. "Now don't you feel a lot better?" Chad took another look at himself in the mirror... and smiled. "Yeah," he replied, slightly surprised at himself, "I do!" It was a bit difficult for Chad to get used to the constant smell of his new perfume as they walked back toward their cubicles. But there was no doubt that he felt better than he did before he fixed himself up. He felt better because his makeup looked better, he felt better because he liked the outfit he was wearing that day, and he was starting to enjoy the constant smell of the perfume that Robin had sprayed on him. He thought he almost felt... feminine. But as Chad was reveling in his pleasant feelings, another feeling quickly intruded - the need to pee. As always, he held it back and quickly checked his watch to start timing himself. As he continued back to his cubicle though, his mind realized something else. It used to be that when he entered a bathroom - any bathroom - the need to pee got suddenly much worse. This time, he never felt the slightest urge at all while he was in there... not till now, completely out and away from the bathroom. How strange! They each dropped their purses off at their desks, and with Chad feeling fairly light hearted for once, they headed for the break room... which Chad was certain would be emptying out by now - which didn't hurt his mood either. Chad's estimation was close. The room wasn't empty, but as they walked in, a large group of women was heading for the door. "Hi Robin. Hi Sissy. You're late!" one of the women called as they approached. "Yeah. Sorry," Robin replied. "We had to have a little cry this morning." "Oh? What's the matter," one of the women asked her. "Not me! Him!" she replied, pointing at Chad. Chad's face suddenly felt like it was getting red underneath his makeup as he heard a few giggles. "His divorce was made final this morning." "Oh, you poor thing," someone said. "Would you believe it, his ex only sent him a text message to tell him. She didn't even bother to call him!" "The bitch!" someone in the back exclaimed. Chad shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't want to talk to her anyway." "Well, I don't blame you! Imagine, a text message!" "It's okay," Chad replied. "I really don't mind." "Hey Sissy," one of the women asked. "Is the divorce because of the sex change you're trying to get?" Chad was momentarily taken aback. "I'm not getting a sex change," he replied. "Oh, so you just like dressing like a woman?" another woman noted. "No sex change, girls... at least not yet." "I'm not getting a sex change!" Chad reiterated. "Of course not, dear," the woman replied, then laughed. "Not yet, anyway." "Hey, I like your outfit today," another woman said, changing the subject. "Thanks," Chad replied, blushing slightly. "Isn't it great?" Robin asked. "I'm trying to get him to buy some blue pantyhose during lunch. I think they'd go great with it." There was a hearty chorus of women suddenly agreeing with her. Chad felt like he was being pressured again. "What's wrong with not wearing any pantyhose?" "Nothing!" Robin replied. "It's just that we all think you'd look better with some, that's all. And I think blue ones would be perfect with that outfit!" Chad felt the pressure more than ever. Women! Why couldn't they just leave well enough alone? Andrea hung up the phone after telling one of their clients that Mel had just stepped out and would be back shortly. A common occurrence. Another client was due into the office shortly. The question was, who would get there first? No real problem either way. The door opened and Andrea fully expected to see a man in the usual grey business suit walking in. Instead, she saw a large mass of color being pushed through the doorway. Surprisingly, Mel was the one carrying the mass of color - which turned out to be a very large bouquet of flowers. Mel deposited the large colorful bouquet right on Andrea's desk. "This is for earlier!" she explained, then walked off with a smile on her face. Andrea put her nose up against the beautiful bouquet and breathed in deeply. Fabulous! All her favorite flowers. She loved getting flowers, they always made her feel so good. She noticed the card stuck in the bouquet near the top. She plucked it out and opened it. "Thanks for keeping my head straight - Mel." It was just like Mel. At times she could be a real bitch, other times she was simply driven. But when it counted, she could be the sweetest person in the world. A thought struck her, she picked up her phone and dialed Mel's extension. "Just don't forget about Sunday!" Mel laughed over the phone. "Not on your life!" Mel hung up her phone feeling good. Flowers were a just the right touch sometimes. People didn't send them often enough. Her thoughts turned once again back to Sissy. She was still angry, but she was also more determined than ever now. Could she really blame him for what he was doing? Damn! Yes she could... but at the same time, no she couldn't. She wouldn't be a good lawyer if she couldn't try to understand her opponent's position. But that certainly didn't mean her opponent ever had to win... especially in this case! Another thought suddenly struck her. Wasn't today the day his divorce was supposed to be final? She wondered how he was handling it. Men! As far as she was concerned, most of them were uncaring bastards when it came to something important. But then, Chad was only partially a man. He was certainly still a bastard, but was it possible for him to feel anything else at all? A tiny wicked spark suddenly lit in her eyes. He was a sissy - for sure. Would he be embarrassed if.... Or maybe he wouldn't care at all. Or maybe he would really like it. Either way, it was probably the right thing to do in this situation. She picked up her phone again and dialed. Chad glanced at the clock on his computer monitor. It was almost time for lunch. Time for him to go and get his diapers changed again. Hopefully, Cassie wouldn't be a pain like she was yesterday and she would play with his asshole once again. That thought brightened his day. The sound of voices in Robin's cubicle suddenly caught his attention. He thought he heard someone say "Sissy." "Oh wow!" he heard Robin exclaim. "He's right next door!" Chad was shocked. Someone was looking for him? Under the name of "Sissy?" He quickly got to his feet, just as a young guy turned the corner from Robin's cubicle into his. He heard the guy saying, "Are you Sissy?" But Chad's eyes were completely captured by the bouquet of flowers in a large vase that the delivery man held. Chad was stunned. Someone had sent him flowers? "Never mind," the delivery guy said as he set the vase down on Chad's desk, "I can see that these obviously are for you." Chad finally pulled his shocked eyes away from the bouquet to look at the man. The poor guy was obviously a bit shocked to see who... and what... "Sissy" really was. He just continued to stare curiously at Chad, unable to take his eyes off him. Chad felt very uncomfortable under the delivery guy's scrutiny. He had never gotten flowers before and wondered if the guy was waiting for a tip or something. Was he supposed to tip the guy? He honestly had no clue. Getting flowers was a totally new experience for him. The delivery guy finally shook his head and mumbled something about, "Enjoy them," and left. Chad stared after him for only a moment before turning back to the colorful vase. "Wow," Robin exclaimed, "you've only been dressing like a woman for a few weeks, and already someone is sending you flowers! I wonder what I've been doing wrong all these years. Are they from a man?" Chad was still trying desperately to wrap his mind around the concept that someone had sent him flowers, so it took a moment for Robin's question to finally soak in. "What? Oh, I don't know. I can't imagine why anyone would send flowers to me." He took a moment to try to imagine a man sending them to him. The very concept of it made him feel funny inside. "Isn't there a card?" "Oh, I didn't think of that," Chad replied as he searched the top of the bouquet for a card. He found it quickly and pulled it out. "Sorry about your divorce," he read out loud. "Hope these help. Mel." Mel had sent him flowers! Were they really her way of saying she was sorry for the way she had acted last night and this morning? Or was she truly sorry about his divorce? Or perhaps both? "Mel? Isn't that your makeup-lady friend?" Chad was a bit confused by her question. Makeup lady? Then he remembered that that was the only thing that Robin really knew about Mel - that she was one of the ones teaching him how to do his makeup. "Um... she's really just a friend," he replied, reluctant to explain things any further than that. "A very good friend... obviously." Chad stared again at the colorful bouquet. "Yeah. I guess so." Robin leaned over the bouquet and took a big sniff. "Mmmmm. They smell soooo good!" She looked closely at the flowers and touched a few of them. "Look, there's even a few pink roses scattered around. I just love roses. Don't you?" Chad really didn't care. "I guess so," he replied. Robin looked at him funny. "You guess so? What are you favorite flowers? Are any of them here?" "My favorite? I don't have a favorite. I can't even tell you what most of the flowers in there are... other than the roses of course." Robin shook her head. "God!" she exclaimed. "You'll never make a very good woman. There's just too many things you don't know!" Gloria sat alone at one of the tiny tables in the sandwich shop that was within walking distance to her office. She took a few tiny bites from the sandwich in front of her, but mostly, she hardly realized that she was eating. Her mind was totally on Mel and Chad instead. What had she done? What should she do? Had she really done something wrong? Or was what she had done the right thing to do because Chad really wanted it? Her dilemma was compounded because there was plenty of evidence to support all sides of every argument. So basically, she just didn't know. And therefore - she worried about it. Plus... Mel was her friend. That made things even worse. Should she go along with Mel's wishes - just because she was her friend? Something about that didn't completely sound right... but still, it was very tempting. So what should she do? If she could just talk to him again... hypnotized of course. That would be the only way to really get at the truth. But she didn't want Mel around when she did it. Mel would only make matters worse by insisting, probably all too vehemently, that she put the suggestions back into Chad's head again. There was no way she would do that, unless she was clearly convinced that he really, really did want it. And the only way she could be convinced, was to hypnotize him and talk to him. But only without Mel! Would Mel let her hypnotize him and talk to him... without her around? Somehow, she seriously doubted that. But there was only one way to know for sure. She would have to call Mel and ask her. Still fretting over her dilemma, she took another bite of her sandwich. Suddenly, she wasn't hungry anymore. Disgusted, she wrapped up what was left of her lunch and dumped it into the trash can on her way out of the sandwich shop. As she walked back to her office, she decided for sure to call Mel. There was no harm in asking... was there? Chad walked through the door to the gym and was immediately confronted by the receptionist staring at him expectantly. He stopped a few feet away and stared back. He knew she was waiting for him to curtsey for her, but he wasn't going to do that. Not anymore! "Aren't you going to curtsey pretty for me?" she finally asked. "No," Chad replied quietly but firmly. "Not even since it's just me today?" "No," Chad reiterated, feeling very sure of himself. "Oh poo! You're no fun anymore!" she exclaimed and stomped off to find Cassie. Chad felt proud of himself as he watched her walking off. He felt like he was much more in charge of himself again... like he should be! Did he dare not curtsey for Cassie? He was tempted, very tempted. But when Cassie finally walked up, he decided to stay on the safe side of things. Cassie was Mel's friend after all, and she did change his diapers for him every day, not to mention doing other things to him that felt "oh-so- good!" He dropped his curtsey and greeted Cassie like he always did. The receptionist looked up at Cassie with kind of a "darn-it!" look on her face. She seemed to be frustrated at Chad's behavior. Cassie just shrugged and said, "Don't worry about it," to her. Then she turned to Chad. "Come on, Sissy. Let's get you into the back." Chad's feeling of victory over the receptionist continued as he followed Cassie through the room full of exercise equipment and sweating women. While he knew they were all watching him closely as he walked past, he barely gave them another thought. "I like your outfit today," Cassie noted as they walked. "Thanks," Chad replied. "I kind of like it too. Although Robin kept trying to convince me that I should buy some blue pantyhose for it while I'm at lunch." Cassie opened the door to the office and let him go inside first. "Blue?" She looked him over carefully and nodded. "Yeah, blue would work very nicely with that outfit. Are you going to get some?" Chad rolled his eyes as he started to get undressed. He didn't really want to mess with pantyhose at all. He searched for an answer... "Um... they're too much of a pain to put on with this darn waist cincher I'm wearing," he finally explained. "Oh, they are?" Chad stopped undressing for a moment and looked at Cassie's figure with her tiny waist. "I guess, like Mel, you've never worn one either." "Nope, not that I can remember." Chad began his chore of undressing again, and caught sight of his red toenails. "Besides, it's Friday. Mel and I always get our nails done on Friday and she has me remove my pantyhose before we go so they can do my toes easier." "Ah!" Cassie exclaimed as she pulled a baby bottle out of his bag. "That makes sense. Hey! This bottle is empty!" "Oh yeah! Mel wouldn't let me into her apartment this morning. She usually puts the fresh bottles in while I'm there." "She wouldn't let you in? How come?" Chad shrugged. "I don't know. And last night she threw me out too. I haven't a clue as to why." "Hmm." Cassie grunted as she checked through the rest of his diaper bag. "Plenty of diapers here though," she mumbled as she continued to paw through the bag's contents. "So no problem there." She pulled a few diapers out of the bag along with the baby lotion, some wipes, and the jar of suppositories. "Do you want me to fill one of these bottles with water for you?" Chad was surprised by her question. "No thanks," he replied. "I'll be fine." "Are you sure? You know that Mel wants you to drink one every day." Chad knew. He also knew that one less bottle would make it all the more easier for him to control his peeing later. But Cassie was right, Mel did want it. Yet.... "No thanks," he said again. "I'm sure it will be okay." Cassie shrugged. She would have insisted - for Mel, but she was still haunted by what authority she really had over him. She made a mental note to call Mel later and talk to her again about it. She waited till Chad finished undressing and laid down on the floor. And then she noticed something different. She sniffed the air slightly and smiled. "Hey, are you wearing perfume today?" Chad blushed. "Yeah. Robin sprayed it on me." "The same Robin who thinks you should get some blue hose?" "Yeah. Same one," Chad replied rolling his eyes. Cassie stored that information in the back of her mind as she went to work on Chad's front side. As she spread the baby lotion around whatever wasn't covered up by his chastity device, she again took particular notice of his tiny cock. Was it even smaller than yesterday? She wasn't sure. But she was sure that it certainly wasn't any bigger. She didn't have a lot of knowledge about guy's cocks, but from the two experiences she had had when she was younger, and from what she thought she knew from many other sources, a guy's cock was certainly supposed to be a lot bigger than what she was looking at. Was it normal for a cock to be that small? She knew his cock used to be a lot bigger - all the time. Was it actually shrinking? She didn't really think that was possible, but it sure seemed like it. Strange! But interesting! Once again, nothing she did on his front side seemed to make his tiny cock even twitch a bit, let alone get any bigger. It might have been dead meat locked up inside of that plastic cover for all she could see. Trying to get any kind of reaction out of him was now a totally useless exercise. "Okay, Sissy, roll over. I think we're done here... maybe forever!" Chad wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he dutifully rolled over and immediately brought his knees up under him too. This was the part he was looking forward to! Cassie checked his backside as she started smoothing the baby lotion all over it. "It looks like your rash is nearly gone now," she noted. "Fortunately," Chad replied, his voice muffled by his position. "It wasn't a fun experience. I don't want to go through that again!" "Hmmm. If you continue to wear diapers, like it looks like you will be, you may have no choice about that." "The new baby lotion works pretty well," he replied. "That should take care of it," he replied with confidence. He closed his eyes and started concentrating on Cassie's hands rubbing all over his backside - delicious... sensual... addictive! And when her finger finally touched directly on his asshole, this time it didn't send lightning bolts through his system. Instead, it sent a huge surge of sexual passion and desire through him. He wanted it... he needed it! His desire for it was almost all consuming. And when he felt Cassie's finger actually enter him, he moaned in pleasure despite himself. But by that time, he wasn't really paying attention to anything except Cassie's wonderful attentions to his backside. Cassie stuck her finger a bit further into his tiny hole and wiggled it around a bit. She watched as he reacted. The poor guy was loving it so much, he almost appeared to be hurting. She pushed her finger in a little further, pulled it out and pushed it back in a few times, then pulled it totally out again. It was time for something bigger, much bigger. She grabbed her toy that she usually used on him and held it up against his waiting hole. The moment she touched it to him, she saw him shudder. She started to shove it gently into him, but faster than she could react, he suddenly pushed himself back against it... opening himself up to take as much as he could. Before she knew it, she was holding onto the plastic ribbed dildo for dear life as he bucked back and forth, fucking himself as hard and as fast as he could. Chad was desperate. Desperately desperate! It felt so good, yet he needed more and he needed it badly. Faster, harder... it made no difference! Still he tried over and over again to reach that peak that he could never quiet reach... the peak that only came from sexual orgasm. Try! Try! Try! Try! Push! Pull! Squeeze! Relax! Nothing did any good. It felt great! It felt wonderful - almost like he could really get there if he just kept at it. But as good as it felt, he never really got close. He was breathing hard and fast as he realized it - puffing in great huge gasps. But in the end, he finally realized that no matter what he did, he couldn't get there... the "there" of sexual relief! He was still denied. Still a prisoner of Mel's unique manipulations. He slowed his breathing along with his motions... rocking back and forth now to a much slower, much calmer rhythm. Slowing, slowing, less tension, less pressure, less rocking... until he finally stopped for a split second, then collapsed fully to the floor. He felt Cassie pulling her toy out of him. It was impossible! As wonderful as it felt, it was just impossible for him to get off that way. For the briefest of moments, he considered not ever trying again, but he knew better. He would try, and try, and try with every chance he got. As far as he could see, it was his only chance for relief... at least till this bet was over with. Besides, he really did love it. Why should he quit or refuse to do it. It felt great! With a huge sigh of frustration, he rolled over onto his back. Cassie watched him carefully as he rolled back over. He had been like a wild animal today - trying so hard. She actually felt sorry for him. As he laid there, she quickly looked down directly at his cock. It wasn't one tiny bit bigger than it had been earlier. Not one bit! Yet she was sure that what she was doing to him was somehow sexually stimulating for him. Somewhat anyway. By his actions, she had assumed that it had been very sexually stimulating. Yet he hadn't grown the slightest bit - as far as she could see. Just dead meat. On an impulse, she reached out and flicked the plastic trap surrounding is penis with her finger. No reaction. None at all. Incredible! Did he even care? It was an interesting question. Mel took another bite of her salad and chewed, even though she wasn't tasting anything she put into her mouth. Her mind was on other things instead - Chad, Gloria, Sissy, Robin, Chad, Cassie's receptionist, Sissy, the women that Chad had been rude to by not curtseying for them, and again - Chad. What should she do about all of them... especially Sissy? At the heart of all the problems was Chad - the deceiver! The one who had led her on, making her believe that he was really becoming more and more of what she thought he was. Acting like the perfect maid and servant. Perfect! To the point where she couldn't see anything else but her own fantasies. And all the while he had been working against her... working at maintaining the very control that would win the bet for him. Chad, Chad, Chad! Or rather Sissy, Sissy, Sissy! What she really wanted to do was to punish him like he'd never been punished before! He deserved it... the jerk! Thinking he could pull the wool over her eyes like that? Damn! He had almost really done it! But was it too late now to do anything about it? She hoped not. One thing was for sure, things would be much tougher now. And therefore, she would have to be tougher too! He needed to be taught a lesson for what he had done. He needed to be put in his place! And that was another thing... he was a sissy! Hadn't he himself had some idea of what a sissy's place should be at the very beginning of all this? They had talked about it! It was one of the reasons she had been so drawn to writing the contract in the first place. Both of their fantasies... all in one! That was what this was all about! But lately, it seemed like he wasn't acting the part like he should be... at least according to everything she had thought or read about on the subject... she wasn't exactly an expert. But she did have some preconceived notions about it. And everything in her limited experience told her that he wasn't behaving like he should. He suddenly seemed to be thinking way too much of himself and doing way too many things he shouldn't! Not curtseying to the women at the gym? Not curtseying to the receptionist? What else had he been doing that wasn't exactly right? Well, maybe it was time to teach him a lesson. Time to teach him exactly where he stood in the pecking order of things. Time to do something he wouldn't soon forget - if ever! But exactly what should she do? That was the question. She could picture in her mind exactly what she'd like to do with him... that would teach him a lesson for sure! Of course it would also get him, or more likely both of them arrested, so going that far with him was definitely out. But... but... but... maybe... maybe she could do something just a bit less - if she was careful. Something that would still get just as much of his attention and really teach him his place. And... and... and... it would definitely be an awful lot of fun! She giggled as her cell phone rang and she quickly dug it out of her purse. "Hi Mel," Cassie's voice came through the receiver. "Hi Cassie. What's up?" "I just wanted to talk to you a bit about Sissy." "What's wrong? He wasn't rude again, was he?" "No, not really... well, not to me anyway. The only thing I wondered about was that he still won't curtsey for our receptionist. But then I still don't know where we stand on the issue of authority." "Cassie, I've just been thinking about that very thing, and let me put it this way. You have full and total authority over him... and so does your receptionist... and any other woman that's there." "So if I think he should do something, then he should be doing it?" "Definitely! I'll spell it out more for you later, but basically, he has no rights at all! As far as I'm concerned, he's lower than the lowliest snail on the planet!" "You're kidding, right?" "Well, that's the concept anyway... I think. Just plan on him having to do whatever you tell him to... or he'll be answering to me!" "Okay Mel, if you say so. Sounds good to me. And I'm sure our receptionist will be interested too. Oh hey, Mel. What I really wanted to tell to you about though, was the way he reacted today to the toy I used up his backside. You should have seen him, he was like a wild animal with that thing! But Mel, I swear, his little penis didn't grow at all. And I mean nothing. The damn thing is so small now I can't even believe it!" Mel laughed. "Thanks Cassie. That's great to hear. At least something is going right." "Yeah, no problem there! There was one other tiny little thing though, I hope you won't mind." "What's that?" "Well... he didn't have any fresh bottles with him, only empty ones. So he didn't get anything to drink today. I asked him if he wanted me to fill one of them with water, but he said it would be okay if he didn't have any today. He said something about you not letting him in this morning was the reason he didn't have any full ones?" "Yeah, I was having a bit of a hissy fit this morning. Sorry. But he didn't want to drink anything?" "Nope. Not at all. I guess I could have made him, but I still didn't know where I stood with him. But hey, at least he did smell nice today, that was different. He was wearing a really nice perfume with that cute outfit." "Perfume? Yeah he does have some nice stuff. He just never bothers to wear it. I even borrowed it once myself." "No, he said Robin sprayed it on him." "Robin!" "Yeah, he also said she's been after him all morning to buy some blue pantyhose to go with the outfit he had on too." "Blue pantyhose?" Mel tried to remember what he had worn today, but she couldn't. Not at all. "Hmmm," Mel mused to herself for a moment. The Robin woman again! She was really beginning to hate her. But still... considering some of the new things she had in mind for Sissy... "Cassie, did he say he was going to get the hose?" "No, he definitely wasn't going to get them. He claimed they were too hard to get on because of his waist cincher. He also mentioned you had a nail appointment tonight and they'd only be in the way." "Yeah, that's true. Still... Okay, thanks Cassie. I really appreciate it. I'll get back to you later, okay?" "Sure, Mel. Great." "Oh Cassie! I just thought of something. Those two women... the ones he wouldn't curtsey for... do you know if they'll be at the gym tomorrow?" "Probably not. I only see them on weekday mornings." "How about your receptionist?" "No she only works during the week too." Mel was a bit disappointed. She'd have to come up with another idea. But what? "Okay. Thanks Cassie. I'll talk to you later." Mel hung up her phone and nearly threw it into her purse. Damn! Now she had even more to think about than before. Chad wouldn't take the bottle he was supposed to... and the damn Robin woman again! What was she up to? Well, one way or another, Chad was going to get what he deserved. He was going to get put in his place and welded there. He was going to get taught a lesson he'd never forget. The only question was... how? Chad felt happy and proud as he sat down at his desk. Proud because he had stood up to the receptionist at lunch again today and had won, and happy because not having to drink the