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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 44 (Sunday - week 7) Fear! Fear and heartbreak! Fear and heartbreak... and humiliation! That's what he felt. In his dream, he was sitting at his desk, while person after person came by and berated him for what he was. Over and over again, someone new came into his cubicle to tell him in no uncertain terms what a disgrace he was... how disgusting he was. The only one who didn't was Robin. He could clearly see her standing back in the distance just watching everything with a satisfied look on her face, as if she was glad he was getting what he deserved. And worse, he knew he deserved it. And then, amid the turmoil of jeers, his boss, Tom Robinson showed up... and fired him! And everyone applauded. He cried, even in his dream, because he felt so bad... and because he couldn't blame a single one of them. He could only blame himself. Amid the jeers of his friends, he was forced out of the company as he cried woefully. And still, Robin only looked silently satisfied from the distance... never saying a single word. He nearly woke up, his sorrow almost pulling him completely out of sleep. But some dreams have a way of hanging on - even when they shouldn't. And somehow, in his dream, it was later... much later. And he was out somewhere - with Mel and Derek and Ray. And they all knew he had been fired. Derek and Ray seemed to both agree that he should have been. Over and over again they both told him he got what he deserved! Over and over again they both told him he was a disgusting pervert. There was no sympathy from anyone other than the small look of sorrow on Mel's face. Yet she did nothing to stick up for him and put an end to their deriding comments. Over and over again the persecution continued. His dreams somehow flashing back and forth between work and Robin and Derek and Ray... and Mel. Over and over again he was told what a disgusting maggot he was... how he should be totally ashamed of himself... how he should be totally disgusted with himself - and he was ashamed! But not one person ever mentioned what he could possibly do about it... how he could fix it. He didn't know it, but there were tears in his physical eyes that matched the sobbing he was doing in his dream state. Finally, in his dream, he couldn't take it anymore. He ran! He didn't know where, he just ran. Every time he saw someone, he turned and ran a different direction, trying to get away from everyone. Until finally, he was alone. Alone. Alone with nobody yelling at him. Nobody jeering at him. Nobody making fun of him. Nobody berating him in any way. And nobody loving him or even offering a single word of kindness. He cried. He sobbed. Because he knew without a doubt that he deserved just what he was getting. He was sick. He was perverted. He was... disgusting! And he couldn't help it. It was just something inside of him... he couldn't help it! Couldn't they see that? Didn't that count for anything? In his dream, someone touched his shoulder from behind. He turned and saw Mel there, smiling at him. She held him to her and he wept into her shoulder. Her caress felt ever so good. He cried like a baby as she kept telling him she would take care of him. She would fix it. But he didn't know how she could. He was... unfixable! She grabbed his hand and led him back toward the others. "How can you fix it?" he asked. "You'll see," she said, sounding awfully kind, awfully sure. She walked him straight up to Derek. "Kiss him," she said. He looked at Mel like she was crazy. "You can't be serious! How can this fix anything?" "You'll see," Mel replied. "Kiss him." But he didn't want to do that. Not at all! The very thought frightened him. "I can't!" "But you have to! You can't fix this till you kiss him!" "No!" Panic was coursing through his dream body now. Sheer panic! "You must!" He noticed that Derek didn't look very happy about the situation either. Yet Derek wasn't saying a word, he was only looking like he was horrified by the very idea of it. "No!" he shouted. "This is wrong!" "But you have to!" He shook his head. He couldn't do it. "No! I can't!" "But..." And the loud thunderous rock music blasted out of his pink clock radio, not just pulling him out of sleep, but jerking him harshly out of a nightmare that should have woken him long before. For a moment, all he could do was to lay there and pant, trying to catch his breath, trying to remember what he had been dreaming about. Torment and persecution... and something about kissing Derek. Ugh! A bit more sanity crept into his brain and he realized how miserable the overly loud music was. He rolled off of his blow-up mattress, feeling his legs hitting some empty baby bottles in the process. From his knees he reached over and turned the music off. Whew! The silence was like a huge relief - briefly. But the silence also allowed the feelings of torment and persecution back in again. He didn't know why, but he felt nothing but sorry for himself. What had he been dreaming about? It wasn't good, he knew that much. He vaguely remembered something about having to kiss Derek... and then he remembered that it was now Sunday... the day of their date. And that later tonight, he was going to have to kiss Derek - for real. He felt himself suddenly squirming inside over that - and he realized he was peeing madly into his diaper at the very thought of it. Why him? And why did it have to be Derek - his friend - if he could still call him a friend. One thing was for sure, once Derek heard what Robin would tell everyone, he wouldn't be a friend anymore. He wondered if Robin would call Derek before their date and let him know what happened yesterday. He hoped not. Tomorrow at work would come with its problems soon enough. Please! Please, one more day of normalcy... relative normalcy anyway. He happened to glance down at the bottles on the floor before he went out to the kitchen to look for her note. They were strewn all over the place from where he had kicked them as he rolled out of bed. But something was amiss. And then he realized what it was. He clearly remembered drinking only three bottles last night before going to bed - just as he always did. But there were four empty bottles on the floor now. Where had the fourth bottle come from? He remembered waking up yesterday with the odd bottle still in his mouth. Mel! It had to be her. Had she somehow got him to drink another bottle while he was sleeping last night? He found it hard to believe... yet the proof was there! The appearance of proof anyway. Was it possible she was just trying to trick him into making him think she had fed him another bottle in his sleep? Was it possible she had just put one of his other empty bottles there? It was possible, but it just didn't sound right. Had she really fed him an entire baby bottle - in his sleep? The very thought of it horrified him... while at the same time, it stirred something in his under exercised pleasure zones. He realized he was still sucking on his pacifier... that much was the way he remembered it. But... was it possible? Not really knowing, he pulled his pacifier out of his mouth and set it on the cardboard dresser next to his pink clock radio. Then he stumbled out toward the kitchen to see if she had left him a note. He realized it was a bit later than usual... well, later than he had been getting up, that was for sure. What was going on today - other than their date later? He was afraid to find out. It seemed like every single day brought only new horrors and humiliation. It just never seemed to end. He stopped in his tracks in the middle of his living room. But did he want it to end? He thought about that for a moment, but his brain wasn't working well enough to actually deal with that question yet. Thirsty for a drink - even from a baby bottle, he continued out to the kitchen to find her note. Sissy, Three bottles as usual. Don't forget to call me as you're putting your one diaper on again. Maids uniform today. As usual, nothing to cover your diaper except your dress. Grocery shopping today. You can work on your list when you get here. There was nothing else. Nothing at all. A very short note. Not like yesterday. He still shuddered at the thought of the note from yesterday... not to mention everything that yesterday had brought. He remembered wearing his silly sissy dress to the drug store. Damn! Had he really done that? Unfortunately, he knew all too well that he had. And just the thought of it stirred his unending sexual... need. But yesterday had also brought Robin seeing him in his baby state at Sandy's. That thought killed any sexual urge he had felt. That thought brought a whole new level of horrors... horrors that waited just around the corner for him - tomorrow! He pulled three more bottles out of his refrigerator. He noted that two of them weren't sealed with tape the way she usually did the ones she left for him. He could just open them and pour them out and she'd never know the difference. But he didn't. He carried them, just as he always did, to his one and only chair, where he sat, and drank, and stared at the childishly colored pictures he had colored in the restaurants a few weeks ago. As he stared at the pictures, he couldn't help but be reminded that it was he who had colored those pictures, not someone else. Him! And they looked completely like the work of a child... a toddler. If anyone ever saw them and found out... He closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at them. He didn't want to go there. Mel sat up on the edge of her bed. It was later than usual, but not by a lot. She had allowed them both a bit of extra rest today. But of course, he should have been up for about half an hour already. She smiled at the thought. Him getting up before her was only as it should be. He needed to start getting used to getting up before her every day. It would be his job soon to make her morning coffee for her - and bring it to her while she was still in bed. Waking her gently every morning with the aroma of freshly made coffee right there for her. It would be his job... very soon. Very, very soon. She hoped. But unfortunately, not yet. She padded her way out to her kitchen to start making her coffee herself. Soon. Very soon. Her phone rang as the coffee was still dripping into the pot. She smiled. It had to be him! "Hello?" "Good mowning, Mistwess," his high-pitched sissy voice replied. "I'm just putting my diapew on now." He sounded like such a toddler sometimes. The thought made her smile. "Good." She glanced at the clock. "An hour and forty-five minutes, Sissy. The clock is ticking." "Yes, Mistwess," he replied. "See you in a little while," she said just before she hung up her phone. Chad checked his appearance in the mirror one last time before heading out the door. Everything looked... as usual. His hair was curled and styled as close to a feminine style as Cassie had been able to make it. His makeup looked... okay. He was wearing his blue stud earrings today because they would go the best with his blue dress that he would be wearing later tonight. He had left all his other jewelry off since he had a lot of cleaning to do and it would only get in the way. His glued on breasts bulged out the front of his maid's uniform very convincingly. The waist cincher he was wearing underneath his dress constricted his waist horribly - but not nearly as horribly as it used to. And without the girdle he usually wore over top of it when he went to work, it almost felt comfortable. Almost. The bright white apron tied around his waist actually seemed to emphasize how small his waist had shrunk since this whole thing started. There were no pantyhose covering his freshly shaved legs today. Not on the weekends anymore... or after work for that matter either. Since Mel had started this time limit requirement to make his diaper leak, they weren't allowed. Nothing was allowed to get in the way of his leaking diaper. That thought made him remember how maniacal she had seemed to get lately over how fast he reacted whenever she ordered him to show her his diaper. Exactly two seconds to get his skirt all the way up? It was impossible - and it always brought him a quick and painful punishment from her stick - which she seemed to be keeping closer than usual lately. He glanced down at the low-heeled shoes on his feet. They were the most comfortable thing he was wearing - by far. He took a deep breath for courage. He was about to undergo another round... another day... another session... of complete servitude and humiliation - both private and in public. And as every single day in the past had been, he had no doubt that today would probably be worse than the day before... although how that could be possible he didn't know. Although she always seemed to surprise him and find a way. He thought again about the date they had tonight. She and Ray... and him and Derek. Ugh! The very thought sent shivers down his spine. Well, Mel wouldn't have to work very hard to make today extra humiliating. The date for tonight practically guaranteed that! With one more gulp of breath for courage, he grabbed his purse, his diaper bag, and the plastic bag containing all seven empty baby bottles. It was time. He went out his door and walked straight to Mel's apartment - noticing that nobody else seemed to be outside yet. Hooray! His knock on her door was answered after only a moment. He curtseyed. "Good mowning, Mistwess," he said in his sissy voice. Mel smiled broadly at the sight of him - and especially at his curtsey. She just loved seeing him do that. Well, she would give him plenty of practice again today, that was for sure. "Good morning, Sissy," she replied as she stood back and let him in. She looked him over as he set his purse and diaper bag down under the table by the door. In his uniform, he looked - perfect! Just what she wanted to see. It should always be like this... it would always be like this - no, better, because he would be living with her! That is, just as soon as she won this bet! Such a bother that they had to wait. "I have your breakfast all set for you," she told him. Baby cereal. Yuck! As Mel put the tray in place, affectively locking him into his highchair, he couldn't help but think that by now he should be getting used to the miserable tasting glop she served him every morning. But he wasn't. Yes, he was getting better at eating it without making such a mess... although he still made somewhat of a mess, and no, he wasn't getting used to it at all. Worse, it seemed like most of the meals he ate were nothing but baby cereal lately, and none of it tasted very good. In his opinion though, the breakfast cereals she gave him were by far the worst! Bib around his neck, tiny baby spoon held in his left fist, he was soon doing his very best to shovel it into his mouth and ignore the lousy taste of the stupid mush. The baby bottle of juice she gave him to go with it came to his rescue frequently! Unfortunately, today, the bottle of juice was gone long before the cereal. Well, he would be getting more bottles today, most likely very soon. Of that he had no doubt! Especially since he had to keep to his strict wetting schedule. Once he was done with his breakfast, Mel wiped him off, but she left him in his highchair - again. She brought him another baby bottle, tea this time. His fifth bottle of the morning so far. Then she brought him his diet recipe book along with a pen and paper. "Should I plan for any meals with guests?" he asked in his sissy voice. Actually knowing in advance was a good thing. "Probably not till next week," Mel replied. Chad nodded, that was good. Then another thought hit him. "Mistress," he gulped before he asked his question. Actually he was afraid to ask it. "How about for me? Should I plan on making everything for one or two people?" In other words, how much baby food was he going to be eating next week? Mel thought about that for a few moments. It was a fair question. The poor guy really did need more than baby food to live on, but he did get lunch somewhere every day. That was something. And later in the week they would probably be eating at restaurants in the evening as usual. That was more decent food. She smiled wickedly at him. "Plan on just making dinner for me every night." The look on her face told him just as much, if not more than her words, and he died a little bit inside. Baby food. Lots of baby food. Chad was nervous. Not because they were walking into the grocery store together again. Not because he was again wearing his maids dress out in public. He was nervous because she had left the house without giving any consideration to how much time was left before he had to be leaking. And that time was rapidly running out. According to the clock in her car, he only had about twenty minutes left before his deadline ran out. They were out in public. What would she do when the time limit ran out? What would she do if he actually started leaking - when he actually started leaking? He was afraid to find out. And what made things worse, was that she was making him carry his diaper bag inside with him today. He had only finished five baby bottles so far this morning. More than enough. And he was peeing every few minutes like he usually did, a little bit at a time. It was so automatic that he barely noticed he was doing it anymore. But in order to make her time limit to get this diaper leaking, he had to keep doing it. She had made no mention of it before they left her apartment, but she had fastened her watch to her wrist, right in front of him. He guessed that was notice enough! But now that they were actually in the store, he had no way of tracking how much time was left. Why hadn't he worn his own watch today? Twenty minutes by the clock in the car... as of a few minutes ago. Was it possible to get all their grocery shopping done and get out before then? Was it possible? They were really only shopping for one person - her. Plus probably some baby food - for him. Yuck! Maybe they could make it. But somehow, he doubted that. He grabbed a shopping cart, dropped his diaper bag and purse in the child's seat, and followed her on their usual path down the first aisle. His wish for things go to fast today went out the window quickly as he watched her stopping to look at item after item of things they never bought. And since when did she bother to compare prices on anything? Damn her! She was purposely slowing them down. She purposely wanted him to start leaking before they left the store! What then? She wasn't even looking at him when he realized she was speaking to him. "We didn't practice having you show me your diaper before we left home," she said as she compared the prices of things she wasn't going to buy. "If I ask you, I suggest you do your best to make it inside of the two second time limit." Chad briefly wondered what she would do if he didn't make it. She didn't have her stick with her in the store - fortunately. Unfortunately, she wasn't done talking yet. "Because if you don't..." She finally looked over at him. The look on her face seemed awfully stern. "If you don't, then I'm going to make you leave your skirt pulled all the way up till we get home again." Chad's eyes bulged. She wouldn't! Oh yes, she would! He clearly remembered her taking his skirt away from him in the store yesterday, making him walk around with his diaper fully on display. His knees nearly buckled just thinking about it. The problem was, he never knew when she was going to issue the order! More on edge than ever, he slowly pushed the cart up the aisle beside her while she continued to look at way too much stuff. "Are you leaking yet?" she asked again without looking in his direction. "Not yet, Mistress," he replied. She looked back at him angrily. "You didn't curtsey before you said that!" Where had that come from? Now she wanted him to curtsey every time he opened his mouth again? But he was pushing the stupid grocery cart! He quickly dropped a curtsey. "Not yet, Mistress," he repeated. Geez! They made it all the way though the second aisle without her asking to see his diaper. He couldn't believe it! He also couldn't believe it when they made it through the third aisle as well. He was expecting the command at any second, and when it didn't come, it was almost like a let down. He knew it was coming, he just didn't know when. And having to stay ready for it at any second was wearing on him. He saw her turn to speak to him again and started to reach for his skirt so he could be ready to pull it up. "Are you leaking yet?" she asked. This time, he remembered to curtsey first. "No, Mistress." She glanced at her watch. "Time's running out!" He curtseyed again. "I know, Mistress." Was she going to ask to see his diaper now? "If you need to, you can grab one of your bottles out of the diaper bag and drink it," she suggested. Chad didn't even want to contemplate doing that. But then, he had already done that before... and worse! Their cart was collecting items, but not a lot of items. They already had quite a bit of food left from last week's shopping trip. But still, some things had to be bought. They were on the fifth aisle. He had just reached out and pulled a box of rice off of the shelf when the command came - catching him completely by surprise. "Show me your diaper!" In his panic, Chad dropped the box of rice to the floor and made a desperate grab for his skirt, almost ripping it apart in his haste to get it up in time. Mel smiled. "I'm impressed. You actually made it that time - sort of. It was just barely, but you made it." Chad was so glad. It was only then that he realized that he was standing in the middle of the grocery store holding his skirt up as high as it would go, completely exposing his soaked diaper underneath... and there were other shoppers on the same aisle with them - all of whom were now staring at them in total shock! He felt so embarrassed! In fact, he felt so embarrassed that he felt himself wetting more than usual again, right then and there! And right then and there, his diaper started leaking! "Mistwess," he said in his sissy voice, "I'm... I'm weaking!" Mel smiled and did her best not to laugh. "Yes, I can see that now! Good for you. Not only did you get your skirt up in time - just barely, but you also got your diaper leaking in time - just barely." Actually, it had taken him three full seconds to get his skirt up but she wasn't going to tell him she was going lenient on him because of the situation. Besides, she had purposely given him the command when he was busy with something else. Chad wondered what would happen now? Could he finally pull his skirt down? She wouldn't change him in the middle of the store, would she? He couldn't help but think about the diaper bag right there in the cart that she had made sure he carried in with him. "Um... Mistress?" he asked. "Can I lower my skirt now?" Mel seemed surprised by his question. "Why? We haven't changed you yet. What would be the point? You'd only have to pull it up again." Chad's knees began to shake as he realized what she was saying. She was planning on changing him in the store! Where? How? Right here? In front of everybody? He couldn't believe it! But he did believe it because she had done so many other things already that he couldn't believe! Mel looked around, several of the other customers were still standing with their mouths agape, but most of them had recovered and were just watching. Good, it was time to give them something else to gape at. She pulled the diaper bag out of the shopping cart and dropped it on the floor, then she turned the cart at about a forty-five degree angle up against one of the shelves. "Back up a bit Sissy," she told him. "Behind the cart." Chad didn't have very far to move, but he crammed himself as far back into the corner between the cart and the shelf as possible. Their shopping cart wasn't very full, which left him mostly exposed to anyone looking through it. Mel knelt down in front of him with the diaper bag and pulled a fresh diaper out of it. Her head and body hid most of what she was doing from view of the other shoppers, leaving him exposed mostly through the wire mesh of the shopping cart. She wasn't hurrying, but she wasn't trying to waste time either. Fairly quickly she had his leaking diaper off of him and was putting the fresh one in its place. Pulling and sticking the tapes tightly, she finally stood up. "Okay Sissy, you can lower your skirt now." Gratefully, Chad pulled the skirt of his dress back down and smoothed it and the apron over it back into place. Only then did he dare to look around at the other shoppers in the aisle. Red-faced, he noticed that some of them had left, but most were still standing right where they were, watching all too closely. His embarrassed gaze returned to the floor where he didn't have to see them. "Put your wet diaper away and let's keep moving," Mel said as she stepped back to out of the way. Chad quickly grabbed the wet diaper from the floor where Mel had left it and stuffed it into an empty plastic bag that he pulled out of the diaper bag. Then he put the diaper bag back into the child's seat of the cart. Finally, he picked up the box of rice that he had pulled off of the shelf but dropped on the floor the moment Mel had told him to show her his diaper, and threw that into the cart as well. With a sigh of relief, he was ready. Slowly, Mel continued further down the aisle, grabbing one or two things that caught her eye and throwing them into the cart. Chad said nothing and did his best to not look at anyone as he followed silently behind. They were just passing several other customers who had stopped further up the aisle and still hadn't moved when Mel said to him. "Do you need to get your baby bottle out and keep drinking it?" "No Mistwess," Chad replied in his sissy voice. Mel turned angrily. "What do we have to do to teach you to curtsey every time you speak?" Chad just gulped before he let go of the shopping cart and curtseyed to her right in front of the customers who were still watching them, only now up close. "No, Mistwess," he repeated in his sissy voice. "I'm fine... fow now. I don't need anothew bottew wight now." "Good," Mel replied without looking at him. "Don't forget, an hour and forty-five minutes!" As Chad and Mel turned the corner around the end of the aisle, the customers still in that aisle looked questioningly at each other and shook their heads, unable to believe what they had all just witnessed. Mel breathed a silent sigh of relief as they wandered down the next aisle. She had taken another chance - a bigger chance than ever before - and she had gotten away with it - again - she hoped. Of course they weren't out of the store yet. But she wasn't about to push the envelope any more today - hopefully. Not unless Sissy did something that would demand it. And she didn't really think he would do that. It bothered her a bit how bold she was starting to get with dominating him, especially in public. She didn't want to contemplate the kind of thing she might be doing if they kept this up much longer. Yet that was the very thing she was after in the long run, to keep it up - permanently. Oh well, no use worrying about what she might come up with in the future, today had been plenty fun enough. Well, maybe not quite enough. "Are you sure you don't need to be drinking from your bottle now Sissy?" she asked. Chad remembered to curtsey before answering, even though she wasn't looking at him. "I'm sure," he replied in his sissy voice before once more grabbing the handle of the shopping cart to catch up to her. They turned the corner to head up the next aisle. "Are you wet yet?" she asked. Chad wasn't really sure. He didn't think so. She had just put the fresh diaper on him! "Not yet, Mistress," he replied as he stopped to curtsey yet again. He saw her turning in his direction. This time he knew it was coming. Before the words were even out of her mouth he was already in motion. "Show me your diaper!" Since he had started before she had even said it, he actually managed to get his skirt up in time... and only afterwards did he remember once again where they were while he was holding it up. He couldn't believe it, she was really getting to him! He was more worried about getting his skirt up in time than exposing himself in front of other people! Mel smiled. "You're definitely getting better." He had actually made it this time, but then she had seen him starting for his skirt before the words were out of her mouth. Perfect! "You certainly don't look wet at all," she agreed. "Maybe you should grab one of your bottles and get busy!" Chad was about to argue, when he realized that it wasn't a suggestion but an order. He inwardly sighed as he curtseyed. "Yes Mistress." He opened the diaper bag and grabbed a bottle and put it to his lips as he followed her into the next aisle - where the baby food was. He cringed as he realized where they were. There would certainly be no doubting now who all the baby food was for! Chad was forced to stand back and watch - while he drank from his bottle - as Mel pulled jar after jar of baby food off of the shelves and put them into the cart. Far more baby food than ever before. Mel seemed to be barely looking at the labels as she grabbed a vast assortment of whatever was available. By the time they finally moved on, Chad's baby bottle was more than half finished, and the cart almost contained more baby food than anything else. While Mel had been stocking the cart, more than a few people had passed them by, giving them strange unbelieving looks. There were fewer bags of groceries for Chad to carry from the car up to her apartment when they got home. But many of those bags were fairly heavy because they contained nothing but jars of baby food. As Chad was carrying bags of groceries upstairs, Mel was going through her cabinets in the kitchen and rearranging things. By the time Chad had carried everything inside, she had almost completely emptied out one of her double wide cabinets and there were things cluttering up most of the available counter space. Chad watched what she was doing and wondered why she was doing it. He had groceries to put away and she was in his way... not that he'd ever tell her that. Even though she wasn't looking at him, he curtseyed before he spoke. "Excuse me, Mistress. Why are you doing that?" She briefly turned to look at him as she worked. "Oh, I'm just trying to organize things better. The way it is right now isn't going to work." Chad had no idea why that could be. Everything seemed to be working just fine as far as he could tell. But did he dare ask why she thought it wouldn't work? He decided not to. As Mel began picking things up off of the counter and going through cabinet after cabinet to look for someplace new to put them, he started going through the grocery bags and finding the things he could put into the refrigerator - which had most of its space now reserved for his baby bottles. Fortunately, he didn't have a lot of things that needed to be kept cold. As Mel moved more and more things into different cabinets and cleared a bit of space, he considered unpacking some of the other groceries, but since she was moving everything around, he didn't know where to put anything, so he left everything still in the bags. He watched her working for a minute before going back to the refrigerator and pulling out another baby bottle to drink - he did have a deadline to meet! By his count, this was bottle number seven for the morning. It was a lot, but not nearly as bad as yesterday had been. The further Mel got in her task, the longer it took for her to find places to put the items and the more frustrated she started getting with the task. Finally, Chad curtseyed again and asked, "Can I help you with anything?" Mel looked over at him briefly. She was about to tell him no, but then she thought better of the idea. She was trying to clear out a full cabinet, but finding places to put everything was getting to be difficult. And then she realized that he was the one who did all the cooking now, and he was the one who spent most of the time in the kitchen. It made more sense for him to be doing this rather than her. "Yes! You can put all this stuff away for me. Just don't put anything in that cabinet that I just cleaned out." "Why?" Mel looked at him harshly. "Did you just speak without curtseying?" He had only spoken the one word! And they were in the middle of the conversation! He quickly dropped another curtsey before answering. "Sorry Mistress. I was only wondering why you're doing it." "We need a place for all your baby food," she replied with a mischievous smile creeping to her face. "Since you'll be eating a lot more of it, I wanted to make more room for it." She pointed at the empty cabinet. "All your baby food now goes in there. That way, it will be easier to find." She smiled a bit broader. "And besides, if anyone comes over, then it will be a lot easier to show them exactly what you're eating now." As far as Chad was concerned, exactly what he was eating now was mostly... embarrassing. And the very thought that he would be eating mostly baby food now, sent a tiny shiver straight down his spine. As Mel backed off, he stared at all the junk on the counters. He randomly picked up an item... but where to put it? He was the one who was doing all of the cooking now. She never did anything in the kitchen anymore - except to make all the stupid tea she put into his bottles. And he didn't want to even count that. So basically, he figured that he could move everything around to suit himself better - as long as she would let him. He turned to her and curtseyed. "Mistress, may I rearrange it all to make it easier for cooking?" Mel was surprised by the question. But why shouldn't he? It was going to be his kitchen - soon. That is, until her new house was built. Then he'd have a brand new kitchen to arrange to his heart's content. "Knock yourself out," she replied as she turned and headed toward her living room. She turned back toward him again to add, "Just make sure you put all the baby food into one big cabinet - and make sure it's organized so anyone can see what's what!" Chad curtseyed again. "Thank you, Mistress." She smiled. She absolutely loved seeing him curtsey like that. It was soooo... sweet! Not to mention silly. "Show me your diaper!" The words came out of her mouth before she even knew she was going to say them. Chad was caught off guard yet again. But he grabbed the skirt of his dress and did everything he could to get it raised up high within the time limit. Unfortunately, he knew before he was halfway there that he didn't succeed. Mel was moving to find her stick before he had even gotten his dress up all the way. Fortunately, she didn't have to go far to find it since she had started keeping it "handy." She was back at him all too quickly and swung it at him, catching him just below his diaper with a very stinging blow. "Not fast enough, Sissy! But at least you're trying." Chad wanted to know how he was supposed to possibly get his dress up within the allotted two second time limit. It was impossible! Especially when he never knew when she was going to issue the order! He pulled his skirt back down again as Mel walked off toward the living room, twirling the stick in her hand as she went. He tried to put Mel... and her stick... out of his mind as he looked everything over. He opened every cabinet and every drawer. The task was big, but not that big. And... it kind of interested him. It was a lot better than cleaning the house or doing the laundry or... Uh oh! The laundry! He hurried out toward the laundry area. He noticed Mel had turned on the TV set and was also setting her laptop up in her lap. She never even turned her head as he got the laundry started. Every time he looked at her, she was buried in her work. He almost felt sorry for her. Almost. Rearrange the kitchen. Keep the laundry going. Drink more baby bottles. Keep trying as hard as possible to wet his diaper so it could leak before the time limit was up. His mind was so occupied with everything he had to think about that when Mel's phone rang it startled him. After several rings, he heard her finally answer it. "Hi Ray." Chad listened as hard as he could. Unfortunately, he couldn't hear very much from the kitchen. Maybe he could hear better if he checked the laundry? He wandered out past her. He saw her sitting back with a smile on her face and laughing as if she was enjoying talking to him. Was she? He quickly berated himself. Why shouldn't she enjoy talking to Ray? She was a grown woman. She knew what kind of guy Ray was. And why should he get upset over her talking to Ray? It wasn't like she was ever going to go out on a date with ... a sissy! She was a beautiful woman. She deserved to go out with someone - more qualified - once in a while. He barely noted that the washer was still running before turning around and heading back into the kitchen where he grabbed his latest baby bottle and did his best to not listen. He felt like such a sissy as he sucked on his bottle... such a loser. "Sissy..." Mel yelled a few minutes later. Chad hurried out to the living room, his hands already grabbing the hem of his dress, preparing to lift it straight up if she gave the command. She was off the phone. He curtseyed, but his hands never left his skirt. "Yes Mistress?" "That was Ray. He and Derek will be here about six and we'll all go in Ray's car tonight." Chad wasn't all that thrilled. He really wished this date wasn't going to happen at all. He especially wished that he wasn't going. The very thought of having to go out with Derek, even on a double date, bothered him a lot. Not to mention that having to be out on a date dressed as a woman was going to be very, very embarrassing! And then... then there was the end of the date! But what could he say to her? He curtseyed. "Yes Mistress," he replied. "You don't seem very thrilled about it," Mel noted. Chad shrugged. "I'm not." Mel was out of her seat faster than he thought possible. Her stick caught the side of his leg with another harsh stinging blow. He didn't have to ask what it was for. He quickly curtseyed again. "Sorry, Mistress," he apologized. Gee! It was hard to remember to keep curtseying every little time he even thought about opening his mouth! Mel sat back down again and set her stick within easy reach. "Why aren't you thrilled?" she asked. "Any girl would be excited to be going out with these guys, either one of them." Chad was careful to curtsey this time, in fact, he did it slower than usual to make sure she saw him doing it. "But... I'm not any girl," he replied. "In fact, I'm not a girl at all!" "Well, you're certainly not a man!" Mel replied quickly, and all too firmly. Unfortunately, Chad knew that fact all too well - as badly as it hurt to admit. He curtseyed, but it was a slight curtsey this time. "I know, Mistress. I know," he sighed. Mel forced herself to smile sweetly. And she really did understand... but what was happening was just too much fun to not press the issue further. "So what is it you're upset about, having to be on the date with Derek, or you're worried about going out as the girl this time?" Her question made him feel embarrassed and queasy - all at the same time. He almost didn't curtsey but he remembered just in time. "I think... both, Mistress," he admitted. "Why?" She would have to ask! He curtseyed again - he was getting really tired of doing it. "First of all, Derek is my friend. I don't feel right about it since he's going to have to go out with me instead of a real woman. That's just plain... a horrible thing to do to him!" Mel shrugged. "He lost the bet. It's the consequence he has to pay. He understands that, otherwise he wouldn't be doing it." Chad knew that, but he still didn't like it and it still didn't feel right. He almost spoke again without curtseying. The slight delay as he did so seemed to interrupt the flow of the conversation. "I think it's worse because he has to go out with me." "Because he's your friend?" Chad nodded, then curtseyed. "Yes, Mistress." She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. He still knows what he's getting into." Chad was about to speak, but he remembered to curtsey just in time before he spoke just the one word. "Unfortunately." Mel almost chuckled. "And what about the other thing? What about you being the girl this time? Why are you worried about that?" Chad stared at her wide-eyed for a moment. How could she ask such a question? Wasn't it obvious? He didn't even have to think about curtseying this time, he just did it unconsciously - and almost angrily. "Because I'm not a girl!" "As I said, you're not a man either." His curtsey was again automatic. "And I'm also not a girl." Mel smiled. "But I think we can now safely say that you're a lot less of a man now than you are a girl. Or... you're now more of a girl than you are a man." That statement made his head dizzy. More girl than man? He paused as he tried vainly to find a reply to that statement. Mel noted his lack of response and pushed on. "Tell me, in what ways do you still think of yourself as a man." Actually, once she asked the question, she was very interested in his answer because she had been systematically trying to erase every manly trait she possibly could. Chad went from being dizzy over what she had said before, to being shocked and dizzy over her current question. In what ways was he still a man? That had to be obvious! Again, he almost forgot to curtsey before opening his mouth, but he remembered just in time. "I... I am a man!" he replied. "Are you sure?" He curtseyed again - gee it was getting tiring. "Okay, yes, I'm a sissy... a big one! But I'm still a man." "In what way?" He couldn't believe she was pushing this. "What about you is the least bit masculine?" He had to stop to think for a moment, but a decent answer was not coming to his mind. He curtseyed, just to get it out of the way and also to stall while he still searched for a good answer. An answer that should be all too obvious. "Well," he finally said. And the first thing he could think of was his under-used and caged male appendage. "I have a penis. That makes me a man." Mel laughed. "Are you sure? As far as I can see lately, all you've got left is a bit of a 'growth' down there. Certainly not anything you could really call a male penis anymore. And saying it's a penis implies that you're going to be capable of using it on a woman and satisfying her with it. Somehow, I seriously doubt that that little 'growth' can do that. Besides, it's all covered and locked up. You can't even touch it or play with it, so it certainly can't give you any pleasure either. No, I'm afraid that that one won't hold up. You'll have to come up with something more than that!" Chad was shocked - again. Something more? Okay, so maybe it wasn't the biggest cock in the world and maybe it didn't respond like it used to anymore... but it was still there, little or not. But since she wasn't accepting his answer he searched for the next item. Again he curtseyed as his brain fought to come up with an answer. "My body!" he finally exclaimed. "I don't have a woman's body!" Mel was surprised at his answer and the look on her face showed that plainly. "Your body? How can you say that? Since you've lost so much weight, and since we've been keeping you in a waist cincher and the girdle, your body shape has changed drastically. Okay, so maybe your breasts are fake, but you can't tell that with your clothes on. And even without the girdle now, your body shape is definitely more feminine than anything else. I seriously doubt that if you started dressing like a man again, that your body would look much like a man in the clothes! In fact, I'll bet most people would think that you're a woman wearing the clothes. Okay, maybe a small-breasted woman, but still a woman." Chad was startled again. Was it possible? Had he changed that much? He wasn't really sure. He would have to think about that one. Of course he had lost a lot of weight, and Robin kept telling him how good he was looking now, but the realization startled him. Was it possible? He really didn't thing so, but... was it possible? Mel watched him struggling with what she had just said. It was time to move in for the kill. "Now let's look at the other side of the coin. Since you've lost so much weight and you have been wearing that waist cincher all the time, your body does look more feminine than masculine. Your hair is styled femininely. You wear makeup like a woman. Your nails are long and polished - and you're obviously used to having them that way. You only wear women's clothes - and mostly dresses and skirts at that! In fact, you're probably more comfortable wearing high heels now than I am. Let's see... You can't use your male voice anymore. Your little body movements and habits are starting to get more feminine every day." She paused for a moment before continuing. "You certainly can't have sex like a man anymore. In fact, you get a lot of pleasure from being penetrated like a woman now. Isn't that right? Don't deny it, because I know for a fact that it's true." Chad's ego was wilting more and more under her onslaught. The problem was, that everything she was saying was true! "And we won't even get into your baby habits!" Mel continued. "What man would wear a diaper, and drink from a bottle, and suck on a pacifier all the time? Why I'll bet that right now you'd like nothing better than to sink down to the floor and suck your thumb like a baby! Am I right?" Chad absolutely hated to admit it, even to himself. But under her long string of accusations, now that she had made the suggestion, he'd like nothing better. "Am I right?" Mel asked again. Chad curtseyed. "Y... y... yes, Mistress." "Well, don't let me stop you if you feel the need!" Chad was shocked. More than shocked. And it was worse because he saw her staring at him, waiting on him to do just that. Surprisingly, he felt his body sinking slowly down to the floor and his thumb rising to his mouth. He sat and sucked his thumb like the big baby that he was... and felt like the absolute biggest sissy in the world. A feeling that sent a major stimulation to his under exercised sexual need. It was true. It was all true. Everything she had said was true. He wasn't a man... not at all. He was a sissy. More of a sissy now than he used to be. Much more! Enough of a sissy that he couldn't even think of himself as a man anymore. Mel leaned over and smiled down at him evilly. "If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it has to be a duck... or in this case... one big sissy! Certainly not a man. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Not... any... more! All that's left is... a sissy!" She almost giggled as she watched him sucking his thumb harder and harder. There was more she wanted to say. Another direction she wanted to take him. But it would have to wait till later. He wouldn't be overly receptive to it... yet. She leaned back again. "Don't just sit there sucking your thumb. You probably need your bottle more than your thumb. Especially since your deadline is only a few minutes away!" His deadline! In the heat of the moment, he had actually forgotten about it! He quickly climbed to his feet and started for the kitchen where his bottle was. "Sissy!" Mel's voice lashed out. Chad stopped in his tracks and almost forgot to curtsey again. "Yes, Mistress?" "You didn't curtsey before you left." Curtsey before he left now? He curtseyed again. "Sorry, Mistress. Can I go now?" "Just as soon as you curtsey for me again," Mel giggled. Chad curtseyed, then hurried out toward the kitchen again. "Sissy!" Mel's voice lashed out once again before he got very far. This was getting really annoying! He curtseyed again. "Yes, Mistress?" "Show me your diaper!" Once again she had caught him off guard with the command, and despite his struggling to get his skirt up on time, by the time it was fully up, she was already swinging her stick at his exposed legs. Ouch! "Now go get your bottle," she told him. He quickly lowered his skirt - most of the way down, then turned toward the kitchen again. "Sissy!" her voice lashed out once again. As Chad turned back to her again, her swinging stick caught the side of his arm. "You didn't curtsey before leaving again!" Ugh! He curtseyed again. "May I go now, Mistress?" "Of course!" Then, just for good measure - or maybe just to be safe, he curtseyed yet again, before running to the kitchen to find his bottle. Mel laughed to herself as she watched him hurrying away. She was having fun today, more than she expected to. And all his constant bobbing up and down as she made him curtsey for the least little thing was amusing her to no end. Darn she loved seeing him do that! Still. After all this time. It was like it never got old. She glanced at the clock. He still had five minutes left before he had to be leaking. Fortunately, it looked like his diaper was about to explode already. But would he make it? She twirled the stick in her hand once again. Chad glanced at the clock as he put his bottle to his lips and began sucking furiously. Leak! Leak! Leak! Time was running out! He knew his diaper was totally soaked, he just didn't feel it leaking yet. He pulled his skirt up and lightly felt all around the leg openings. No wet spots as far as he could tell - darn it! Leak! Leak! Leak! Why was it that some diapers leaked easily and others resisted so much? He was concentrating as hard as he could on trying to pee. Leak! Leak! Leak! The minute hand on the clock moved again - as much as he wanted it not to. His desperation increased. Why was it that whenever he wanted to pee the most, he couldn't? Mel was watching the clock too. Time was running out awfully fast. She almost felt sorry for him, but rules were rules. And in this case, the rules were designed to help her win this bet! No let up could be possible. He needed all the incentive she could give him to keep peeing with no control at all. She only prayed that everything she was doing was going to be enough. The clock continued to run. Chad's eyes were glued to it, just as his mouth seemed to be glued to the baby bottle in his hand. Drink, drink, drink! Pee! Pee! Pee! Leak! Leak! Leak! But the peeing and the leaking just weren't happening yet. His attention turned from the minute hand to the second hand. One minutes left. Why couldn't he pee? He had to pee! He had to! With every second that passed, his spirits sank lower and lower and as the final second ticked by and the minute hand moved once again, he knew he had failed - again. "Are you leaking yet?" Mel called from the living room. He hated saying it. "No, Mistress." "Did you curtsey before you answered me?" Mel called back. Curtsey? She was in the other room for heaven's sake! She couldn't even see him! He could lie of course... "No, Mistress." "Did you curtsey again, this time?" she asked again. Geez!!! This was getting ridiculous! This time he took the time to curtsey before yelling back. "No, Mistress, but I just curtseyed now." "Good! I'll add some strokes to your leaking punishment later for not curtseying!" Chad sighed and curtseyed again. "Yes, Mistress." Now he just had to get his diaper leaking sooner rather than later or his bottom was going to be awfully sore! Two minutes later, Mel yelled back again. "Are you leaking yet?" "No, Mistress." "Did you curtsey again?" Darn it! He should lie for sure! "No, Mistress." "That's another one for later! Sissy..." This time Chad remembered to curtsey. "Yes, Mistress." "Did you just curtsey?" He curtseyed again. "I'm curtseying every time now." "Good. Keep doing it," Mel called back. "I'm getting hungry. Can you whip me up a nice chicken salad while you're trying to leak?" Chad curtseyed. This was so dumb! She wasn't even anywhere where she could see him! "Yes, Mistress!" Mel didn't exactly laugh out loud, but she was highly amused. She stared at her laptop. She was supposed to be working, and she supposed she was working, but she was only marginally getting anything done. She was having too much fun with Sissy instead. Curtsey, curtsey, curtsey. It was so silly. And absolutely the perfect thing for a sissy to be doing - she thought anyway. And even if it wasn't, she absolutely loved seeing him do it all the time, so it didn't really matter. All that mattered was what she wanted. She briefly wondered if she could ever get him so paranoid about curtseying all the time that he'd actually do it at work too - without thinking about it. She guessed it was possible, but since she couldn't be there, then she would have no way of knowing. Unfortunately, that thought led her to think about Robin. It was such a shame that she had told Robin the truth about Sissy. Things had not worked out well at all as far as that was concerned. And now Sissy was worried about his job. And she guessed that he should be. It was possible that by Monday he wouldn't have a job anymore. She had really messed up! Big time, as they say. But that was water under the bridge now. Now they would have to deal with things as they came up. Her current thoughts completely ruined her happy mood. Tomorrow would just have to bring what it brought. For now, she would concentrate on enjoying Sissy as much as she could. And tonight... well, she was very much looking forward to tonight. Tonight should be... interesting! "I'm leaking!" Sissy's voice suddenly called from the kitchen. It was about time! She glanced at the clock as she called back. "Did you curtsey again?" His reply was a bit delayed and much softer... "No." He had only been six minutes late. Six minutes! That's all. If she had kept his time limit at two hours he would have made it easily! But an hour and forty five minutes? It was too short! Sometimes he could make it, but sometimes his diapers could be awfully stubborn and decide not to leak in time. It wasn't his fault, it was the diapers! The diapers and... the too short time limit. Maybe she just liked beating him? Maybe. Chad finished spreading the diapers out on the floor to protect it just as Mel came walking up, her stick still in her hand. Not taking his eyes off of the stick, he curtseyed nervously, even though he didn't have anything to say. He wasn't looking forward to this - even though it wasn't all that many swats that he would be getting. Mel smiled at his nervous curtsey, even though he didn't say anything. As far as she was concerned, the more he curtseyed, the better - reason or not. "Okay, Sissy. Get that diaper off. Let's get this over with." Chad wasn't sure if he needed to curtsey or not. He hesitated, than curtseyed - just in case. He pulled the skirt of his dress up high again and left it there. Then he started unfastening his diaper. As usual, it was soaked and it dropped heavily to the floor. But then, they were always soaked - thoroughly. He hated having to do it, but he had no choice since Mel was standing there waiting with her stick in her hands. He got into position, leaning up against the back of the chair. Hating this part even more, he braced himself and purposely raised his naked butt up as high as he could, making it an inviting target for her wicked stick. Unfortunately, he didn't have to wait very long. He heard the swoosh of the stick just a bare second before he felt the stinging pain erupt across his backside. Ouch! That hurt! It was all he could do to keep his hands off of it and not rub it. He stood up and curtseyed. "Thank you, Mistress," he said in his sissy voice. Then he got back into position for the next one. Ugh! "You know, Sissy," Mel said as she waited for him to get ready again. "I wonder if we're being too easy on you." She saw him raise his backside again. She swung her stick - hard! Smack! She had to wait till he stood up and thanked her. Chad didn't know what to think. Too easy? In what way? Not in any way that he could see. He curtseyed. "Thank you, Mistress." Mel watched him getting back into place. His backside already bore the distinct red marks from where she had hit him. "I'm thinking that one little stroke from my yardstick is not nearly enough to give you more incentive to try harder." Swoosh... Smack! It was all Chad could do to not cry out in pain as the stick made its stinging impression on his already flaming backside. Little stroke? That hadn't been a little stroke at all! Not one bit. It hurt! What was she thinking - not enough incentive? "Thank you, Mistress," he said in a rather husky sissy voice - after his curtsey. He was already fighting back the tears. Mel saw the look of alarm on his face as he thanked her, then started getting into position again. Good. "I'm thinking that we need to double the number of strokes... No... I doubt that would be enough either." Chad was already panicking. Double? And even that wasn't going to be enough? What was he going to do? It was already too much! Swoosh... Smack! Ouch! "I wonder if five would be enough," Mel mused out loud. She clearly saw the panic in his face as he stood up and curtseyed. His thank-you sounded even worse than usual since he actually stuttered as he tried to say it. "Five smacks from my stick for each minute that you're late." She watched as he got back into place again. "That would be... let me see... for the six minutes this time... thirty swats!" Swoosh... Smack! Chad barely had time to register thirty swats before the stinging pain once again erupted on his tender backside. Five swats for each minute? It was way, way too much! He curtseyed again. "Thank you, Mistress," he blubbered. But his thoughts were more on trying to contemplate five strokes for each minute over. Thirty swats? But Mel was still musing things over, only she was doing it out loud. "Or maybe ten strokes for each minute would be better?" She paused as if to consider that idea. "Yes! I really like that number better." Panic was setting in full force inside of Chad as he raised his backside up for her to hit... which she did immediately. Swoosh... Smack! He wasn't sure which registered worse, ten strokes for each minute, or the pain from her latest blow. He stood and curtseyed, noting that the tears were starting to leak out of his eyes. "Thank you, Mistress." Mel paused to look at him seriously. "By my count, that was six strokes already Sissy. What's the rule? What didn't you do?" It took Chad a moment to realize what she was talking about. Unfortunately, he remembered all too soon. He almost spoke without curtseying again. But fortunately, he remembered just in time. "I didn't pee during my punishment, Mistress. Five more strokes." Mel smiled. "That's right! And don't forget, I owe you four more for not curtseying earlier too." Four more too? That would make a total of... fifteen! And there was nothing he could do about it. He curtseyed before he said, "Yes, Mistress." Mel watched him getting back into place again, ready for his next set of swats. "I think I like this rule," she said before delivering the next blow. Swoosh... Smack! "Five swats for not peeing during your punishment. Actually, I think that's very reasonable of me. Don't you?" Chad curtseyed. "Yes, Mistress," he stammered. "Thank you, Mistress," he also squeaked out before getting back into place again. Mel smiled. "Now... Now we just have to figure out, what should be the proper punishment for each minute that you go over. Five swats... or ten." Swoosh... Smack! By the time that Mel had delivered all fifteen strokes, Chad was crying uncontrollably. But the bigger issue on his mind was whether Mel would decide on five strokes for each minute over, or ten. She had only given him fifteen strokes this time and his backside was on fire. He didn't need any more incentive. He was already doing everything he could to get his diapers to leak. What more could he possibly do? He stood up after her last stroke and curtseyed. He thanked her - sort of... What came out of his mouth wasn't exactly intelligible. And then he realized that he was peeing again... way too late. He wanted to cry all over again just for that! Chad stared at the corner - seeing... nothing. His backside still stung, but only a bit. It seemed to hurt worse because before she had put another diaper on him, she had stuck another miserable suppository up inside of him. Yuck! Just once he'd like to go without one! Just once! He knew that Mel was in the kitchen eating the salad he had made for her. He had finished making it after she had diapered him again. And his own lunch? His lunch was already sitting out on the counter, waiting for him... sort of. Mel had made him pick out what he wanted to eat for lunch - from the baby food cabinet only - and put it all the jars out on the counter so she could approve them. By having to pick it out himself, he felt a bit like she was trying to make him humiliate himself. And now... now he was stuck back in his corner again. His wonderful little corner... not! Stuck standing on his stupid "perch." Perched... like a bird in a cage. Only there was no cage around him, just two walls that he couldn't move away from. He guessed the walls formed a cage of sorts. He certainly couldn't get away from them. Stuck! There were so many other things he could be doing! Useful things! Necessary things! Like laundry! He was still way behind with that. And cleaning... cleaning anything and everything. But instead, here he was, put away. Out of sight and out of mind. Not allowed to move a muscle. Not allowed to make a sound. Not allowed to see anything. He supposed he was lucky that she didn't put earplugs in his ears so he couldn't hear either. He wasn't about to mention that because it might give her ideas. Stuck, where the only stimulation he had was what his body felt. Like how much his legs ached after a while. Or how much his toes ached after a while. Or... Oh! He was peeing again! Wonderful! And then the feeling was gone. He supposed that it was pretty bad when the most exciting thing you can possibly feel is when you wet yourself - and you're looking forward to it! He wished he could feel it more often. Of course, if he did, then maybe his diapers would leak sooner. That would be a good thing. He knew that Mel would certainly like that. But he seriously doubted that his body was capable of peeing more often than he was now. What was he supposed to do if she decided to raise the punishment level for not leaking on time? He was already doing everything possible. It was already killing him. He didn't really want to contemplate such a thing. It would be bad! Very bad! Mel watched him in his corner as she finished her lunch. He hadn't moved a muscle - again - as far as she could see anyway. Amazing! Just what she wanted, but sometimes she wondered how he could do i