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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 46 (Tuesday - week 7) It was the most peaceful sleep she had had in a while. But that doesn't mean her dreams were without conflict - which doesn't mean that her dreams were without pleasure too. For in her dreams, she was in bed making love to... Ray - at first. Because in the middle of her dream, where things were just starting to get hot and passionate between them, Derek showed up and ruined it all. But this time it was an angry Derek. Angry enough to grab Ray and pull him right off of her. She was frightened by Derek's rage, but the fright didn't last. Ray and Derek argued - over her! As she laid back in her bed, watching the two hunks, she felt nothing but thrilled as they continued to argue about which one of them was going to make love to her. She wanted Ray to win because he was there first. She had already started with him. But... but there was just something special about Derek too. She really kind of liked him better for some reason. So, she was torn. The argument turned from a very heated discussion into a fist fight! In her dream, she sat up on the bed to watch and cheer for... both of them. She felt so honored that each of them would want her so badly. So special! But then someone else climbed up onto the bed with her, someone she hadn't expected. Sissy was suddenly at her side, holding her, kissing her, caressing her in the most intimate ways. And his touch felt so good, so arousing, so sensual. She laid back on the bed and let Sissy make love to her while she kept watch on the two hunks fighting over her in the distance. How perfect could anything get? But one of the two big men noticed what Sissy was doing and their fight stopped. Together they rushed at her... and Sissy. In their rage, they both tore Sissy from her grasp and threw him angrily away from her. Together they kicked and beat him horribly, chasing him further and further away from her, until finally, Sissy had no choice but to run away as fast as he could - never to be seen again. She felt heartbroken. Victorious, the two big men returned to her bed together, and together they caressed her and made sweet love to her, but it was a bittersweet love. Despite them, her heart ached horribly for Sissy, and despite the two hunks lavishing their attentions on her, she yearned for him. The alarm on her clock buzzed and she awoke. She felt like she had gained something - but in the process had lost something bigger. She just didn't know what that something was. She reached over and turned off the alarm as she sat up on the side of the bed. Her need for coffee was so ingrained in her that she didn't even think about it. She grabbed her robe as she got to her feet and slipped it on as she headed out toward her kitchen. As she watched the freshly brewing coffee dripping into the pot, her mind remembered that she had a date tonight - with Ray. She was looking forward to that. She was really hoping that it would be fun... and hopefully, would lead to - something else! But later tonight was still a long way off and other things soon made their way into her consciousness. Things like - Sissy. He had been so great last night - again! Really, the little sissy had the most wonderful touch. And his tongue! She remembered that he was supposed to be going out with Sandy and Cassie later tonight to visit their friends. She had a feeling that that was going to be an interesting trip. Her coffee finished brewing and she reached for the cabinet to get a cup, but she had to stop and correct herself as to which cabinet to open. She hated change, especially when it involved anything that she had to do before she had her coffee! A minute later, her coffee poured, she took a sip and carried it into her living room where she sat in her chair. Thinking about Sissy, soon led her to think about Robin. Yesterday had been strange. Not at all what she had expected. And Robin had actually ordered Sissy to suck his thumb! At work? Amazing! Did that mean... she almost didn't dare to think the thought... did that mean that Robin might become someone who she could count on to help with Sissy while he was at work? It seemed too remote a possibility to really give any credit to. But... was it possible? One minute he was sound asleep, the next, loud blaring rock music poured out of his pink clock radio, jarring him from a sound slumber into instant confused wakefulness. And he had been sleeping so well! As soon as he could collect his wits enough, he rolled over onto the floor from his blow-up mattress, scattering a few empty baby bottles in the process, and got to his knees where he immediately reached over and turned the overly obnoxious music off. What a way to wake up every day! Ugh! But he had to admit, it certainly worked! He took a deep breath and took stock of himself. His diapers were overly bloated as usual - messy too. His backside itched terribly because of the beating he had gotten last night. He hoped it wouldn't turn into diaper rash. He had put a bra on before going to bed last night to help support his glued-on breast forms. They still hung heavily from his chest. Of course, his penis was locked away inside of a chastity device and had been for a long time now. It had become mostly... useless. And last night... last night she had taken him in the rear... and he had orgasmed that way. Unbelievably! He climbed awkwardly to his feet, hampered by the thick diapers he was wearing. He resisted the urge to scratch a bit at his irritated backside as he stumbled awkwardly out toward the kitchen where she usually left him his note. Once again, the note was there, but it might as well have been the same one she left every day now. Except... this one had one extra line added. "Wear something with a full skirt today!" What did that mean? Why? Wearing a skirt was a given now - he had no other clothes anymore except women's clothes. And the way things had worked out, dresses and skirts worked the best for him - they helped hide the bulk of his diapers. Not to mention that she had restricted the number and style of women's pants that he could own anyway. Having no clue why she should specify a full skirt, he gathered his three required baby bottles from his refrigerator and carried them out to his only chair. Gingerly, he sat down and put the first one to his mouth as his eyes wandered over the childishly colored pictures she had made him create in the restaurants. But he had seen those pictures enough now that he barely noticed them anymore. Why a full skirt? And... which one should he wear? Mel stirred his baby cereal in the pot on her stove. She glanced at the clock... it was almost time for him to be here. The knock on her door was actually two minutes early. She turned the stove off and went out to open it. "Good mowning Mistwess," Chad said in his sissy voice as he curtseyed for her. "Good morning Sissy," Mel replied as she stood back out of the way to let him inside. She waited until he deposited his diaper bag and purse under the table she kept by the door. Then she looked him over. His hair was styled - good enough. His makeup looked - acceptable. She noticed that he was wearing the pink ear studs again today along with the rest of his pink jewelry. She could tell from his shape that he was wearing the required two diapers, waist cincher, and all-in-one girdle under his clothes. His reddish brown blouse was frilled along the entire neckline and went well with the colorful pattern on his skirt. And on his feet he was wearing a pair of brown ankle strap heels. Overall, he looked... not too bad - for a guy wearing women's clothes. She reached out and pulled his skirt to the side, seeing how wide it would go. Very good. "This is the fullest skirt I had," Chad said in his sissy voice as she pulled it to the side. But the moment he opened his mouth to say it, she got mad and rushed off. Chad knew he had messed up before the words were completely out of his mouth. All he could do was to curtsey as she rushed back toward him, her thick yardstick in her hands. "I'm sorry Mistress," he said in his sissy voice. "I forgot." There was nothing he could do but to stand there and accept the blows from her stick as she hit him on different parts of his body. "When are you going to learn to curtsey every time you open your mouth?" she said angrily as she hit him. Chad made no reply. "One way or another, you're going to learn!" she said as she offhandedly hit him two more times. "Now get in there and get up in your highchair!" A few minutes later, Chad was trying to shovel horrible tasting baby cereal into his mouth, using a tiny baby spoon held in his left fist, while he was sitting in his highchair wearing a bib. Mel poured herself another cup of coffee and leaned back against the counter to watch him like she usually did. "I'm glad things went better with Robin yesterday than you thought they would," she said. Chad looked up from his breakfast. "I'm not sure it was good at all! She was so angry - even when she left yesterday." "I would say that 'not getting fired' is something good." Chad nodded. "Yeah! That part is a big relief!" He dug another spoonful of the mush out of his bowl. "I want you to keep telling me about every little thing she says and does with you today. Like yesterday, if anything happens, I can't help you if I don't know what's going on." Chad shrugged, which caused him to spill a bit of the baby cereal already on his spoon. "That should be no problem... unless she makes me keep my thumb in my mouth all day again. It's really hard to type like that! And I still don't know why she did it!" Mel wasn't exactly sure either. "Just make sure you keep doing whatever she says! And don't forget to apologize to her as soon as she gets there!" Chad said nothing as he shoved a bit more of the lousy tasting cereal into his mouth. He thought about the apology she had made him practice over and over again last night. He still wasn't sure he would really go through with it - at least not quite like Mel wanted him to. As soon as he had finished his breakfast, Mel released him from his chair, but she didn't let him go to work yet. "Let me see your apology for Robin again," she ordered. Chad inwardly groaned. He dropped a small quick curtsey to Mel first - just in case. Then he launched into his little "routine" for Robin. He grabbed his skirt with both hands and dropped into as nice a curtsey as he could... "No! Spread that skirt as wide as it will possibly go. I want it flared as much as possible! That's why I asked you to wear it in the first place! Now do it again!" Chad grunted, then dropped yet another little curtsey for Mel - just in case, then he tried it again. He grabbed his skirt and dropped into his curtsey again - this time pulling wide with both arms as far as the skirt would let them go. "Better!" Mel commented. "Much better!" Chad bowed his head momentarily, then he rose up again and brought his feet right together next to each other and clasped his hands in front of him. Then he launched into his little speech. In his sissy voice he said, "I'm sorry Robin that I didn't do exactly what you told me to do yesterday. I promise not to give you any more trouble and to do whatever you say from now on." Once again, he dropped into another curtsey, spreading his skirt as wide as possible and bowing his head, before he got back to his feet again and put his hands together in front of him. He turned to Mel and curtseyed. "Was that good enough?" he asked. "Do it again," was Mel's only comment. She made him go through it four more times, just to make sure he had it down perfectly. "Now don't forget. You do it exactly like that. And this time, use your sissy voice too. No sense practicing it this way and then messing up by doing it differently. Got that?" Chad curtseyed. "Yes Mistress." What else could he say? A few minutes later, Mel watched him driving off toward work. She went back into her house and turned on her laptop. As soon as it was ready, she opened up her email program and began working on an email for Robin. "Okay," she said out loud to the empty room. "Now we'll see what we'll see! Let the games begin!" And with that, she made a little flourish with her hand, and hit the send button. Robin parked her car, gathered up a load of different things into her arms that she "might" want during the day, and headed in toward the building. She didn't see Chad's car yet, but that didn't mean that he wasn't here already. Her problem this morning was that she still wasn't sure what to do about him - or how she should go about even talking to him. She wasn't even sure she really wanted to talk to him yet... if ever. So she wasn't really looking forward to seeing him again. She had made the stupid jerk spend several hours yesterday afternoon sitting with his thumb in his mouth. And the idiot had actually done it! Well, he had deserved it! He wanted to be a baby? Served him right! She had been in no mood to be played with yesterday. She still wasn't, but she was at least thinking a bit clearer today. It still galled her what a stupid pervert the guy had turned out to be - and she never had a clue! Imagine, wanting to be somebody's... slave! The idiot! And he wanted to be a baby too? The two just didn't jive in her mind. Not that anything about him did anymore. As she approached his cubicle, she slowed her steps a bit. With a rather angry look on her face she looked into his cubicle as she walked past - and breathed a sigh of relief. The jerk wasn't in yet! Maybe he'd stay out the rest of the day... wishful thinking. She dropped her load of things onto her desk. Rummaged through her bag until she found her mirror and checked her face and hair. She stowed her bag into her desk drawer, and turned on her computer. Just a normal day, she tried to tell herself. But she knew better. It took a few minutes for her computer to fully boot up. When it did, she opened up her email program that she kept open all the time. She was surprised to see an email from Mel - already! What did the crazy woman want now? Did she dare open it? But opening it was a foregone conclusion. Dear Robin I'm just checking to make sure that Sissy really did apologize to you "properly" as soon as he arrived today. Please let me know as soon as he does - or doesn't! As always, feel free to call or email me, Mel Apologize? Robin remembered from a previous email yesterday that she should expect a "proper" apology from him. Whatever "proper" meant. But so far, the jerk hadn't showed up yet. Fortunately! She closed the email and opened up the internet to check the weather. Chad knew he was running a few minutes behind, so he was fairly sure that Robin would be in already. He didn't see her as he approached his cubicle, but that didn't mean anything since her cubicle was beyond his. Treading lightly, he entered his cubicle. He wasn't even aware of it, but he was trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to anger Robin, or even alert her that he was here. He stowed his purse in his desk drawer and closed it quietly. Then he sat down gently, as much from trying to be quiet as in difference to his still stinging backside. He started logging into his computer and was alarmed at how noisy the keys on his keyboard seemed to make. "Sissy!" Robin's voice called angrily over the wall between them. "I hear you in there! Are you supposed to apologize to me?" Well, he knew he couldn't avoid Robin forever. "I'm just booting up my computer," he called back, looking for an excuse to delay things. "According to your... mistress," she spat, "you're supposed to apologize - first thing! So by my book, that means first - before you do anything else!" Chad gulped. She still sounded awfully angry. Would she make him sit here all day with his thumb in his mouth again? He hoped not. Instead of answering, he hurried out to see her. Robin didn't even know why she cared so much. Well, the jerk probably should apologize to her - for a multitude of things! Not that she was really in any mood to accept an apology from him. Still... She saw him coming around the corner and starting to enter her cubicle. "Stop right there!" she ordered quickly. "I don't want you that close to me. Back up!" Chad was surprised. Back up? But he backed away from her until he was just out of her cubicle. "Further!" Robin ordered. "Like... the middle of the hallway, at least." Chad looked around, fortunately, he didn't see anybody coming. He backed up further. "Now. I guess I'm supposed to listen to some kind of stupid apology from you? So let's have it so I can stop looking at you. Not that I'm probably going to believe anything that comes out of your mouth," she muttered. Chad was a little taken aback by her attitude, but he was supposed to apologize so he figured he better do it. He just didn't see himself doing it quite the way that Mel wanted him to. Once again, he looked up and down the hall to see if anyone was coming - fortunately not. He wasn't about to give her the full version, but he did drop a quick little curtsey for her as a start. "I'm sorry Robin," he said in his girly voice, "for taking my thumb out of my mouth yesterday after you told me to keep it there." Should he add any more? It was already more than he wanted to say, but he figured he better add one more little thing that was - sort of - what Mel wanted. "I promise I'll try to do better and listen to what you want from now on." Then, since he had no better way to show that he was finished, he dropped another quick little curtsey. He watched her just staring at him. Was it enough? Could he go back to his desk now? "Huh!" Robin grunted as she shook her head. "Listen to what I want? I don't want to see you! Get out of here!" She purposely turned her back to him, hoping he would get the point. Chad was just glad it was over and hurried back to his desk. As soon as he was done logging into his computer, he decided he had better tell Mel about Robin's reaction. Robin stared at her computer screen, but her mind was more on the apology that Chad had just given her and on the email that Mel had sent. So that was Mel's idea of a proper apology? Well, she guessed it was a lot better than some. Not that she really cared. Should she answer the crazy woman like she wanted and tell her that she had received Sissy's apology? Against her better judgment, she opened the email and hit the return button and typed: "Yes, he apologized." Then she sent the email. Hopefully, she could put both her and Sissy out of her mind for a while. Mel saw Robin's email as soon as she got to work. She was glad that Sissy had actually apologized, but Robin certainly wasn't very forthcoming with the details. She closed the email and opened up the one from Sissy. From what she read in Chad's email, it sounded like Robin was still pretty angry - which made sense when compared with the email she had just gotten from Robin. So... now it was time to check on a few things. She opened Robin's email again and typed a short reply. Robin still had one or two little things left to do on her list from Tom Robinson, but it really amounted to nothing much. She could do it all in less than an hour, if she wanted to. But she was distracted from finishing any of it by another email from Mel. As much as she didn't want to open it, because she really didn't care what the woman wanted, she also couldn't not open it. Dear Robin, I'm very glad he apologized, but I'm worried that he didn't do it exactly the way that I wanted him to. Before his apology and also after it, he was supposed to give you a very nice curtsey, pulling his skirt as wide as possible in the process. I made sure he was wearing a very full skirt today so that his curtsey could be at its "sissy best." Please let me know if he did this. As always, feel free to call or email me, Mel Sissy best? That concept floored her. Yes, she knew the guy was a sissy, but it's just that the label had never struck her that much. In the past, before she knew better, she had thought of him more as one of those cross-dresser types. In fact, since he had been dressing totally as a woman for so long now, she had started to believe that eventually he would be getting a sex change - no matter how much he denied it. But a sissy? That label brought to mind a whole new level of concepts - and the realization that she knew less about someone who was a sissy than she did about someone who was a cross-dresser - which wasn't very much. But... was "sissy" an accurate label for Sissy? Not knowing, and also not sure she wanted to know, she went back and reread the details of Mel's little email. He was supposed to curtsey before and after - well, that much he had done. And the more she thought about the fact that he had curtseyed, the more she liked the term sissy for him. A woman apologizing to another woman wouldn't curtsey in the process. In fact, there were very few reasons why any woman now-days would curtsey at all. She herself had rarely done it in her entire life! She barely knew how! So now the term sissy was starting to take on a whole new meaning for her. And he was supposed to pull his skirt as wide as possible? Well, that much he certainly hadn't done! She had been surprised that he had curtseyed in the first place. Although when he had done it, she had pretty much dismissed it, waiting to hear what he had to say instead. So, bottom line, he had apologized, but not the way he was supposed to. She wondered what else he might have left out. Not that it mattered. She always believed that an apology should come from the heart for it to mean anything. So obviously, this was contrived and as an apology it didn't amount to a hill of beans! Not that she really cared all that much. She was still pretty much angry and disgusted with the jerk and she still wasn't all that sure how, or if, she should talk to him again. The idiot! After quickly reading Mel's email one last time, she was reminded of her problem with him yesterday where he hadn't done as he was told. Okay, she was overly upset and sensitive yesterday, she guessed she still was somewhat. But at least she wasn't as bad today - she thought. But still, the point was that obviously, when left on his own, he couldn't be trusted to follow through with what he was supposed to do! Just like a child! But then he wanted to be a child - well, he wanted to be a baby. But that was still a child! Was he now acting more and more like one? She shook her head in disgust and typed a short reply to Mel. "He curtseyed, but not at all like that. What else was he supposed to do - or say?" It was a while before Mel had time to check her email again. She wasn't sure if she was surprised or not that Chad hadn't apologized like she wanted him to. In fact, she had mostly expected that he wouldn't. But the part that she was really interested in was that Robin had replied again - and asked for details! That alone meant a lot! But how should she proceed? For once, she didn't want to frighten Robin off, so she knew she still had to be careful. Very cautiously, she typed her reply to Robin. Again, it was short and simple, only telling her the text of what he was supposed to say. But just before she sent it, as an afterthought, she added one extra little tidbit. It was almost break-time when Robin got the reply from Mel. Again, she was tempted to not open it, but like before, she was too curious as to what was in the email. Dear Robin, Thank you so much for replying to me. Here's what was supposed to happen: He was supposed to give you a very nice curtsey, pulling his skirt as wide as possible while bowing his head in respect to you. Then he was supposed to stand up straight with his feet together and his hands clasped nicely in front as he said: I'm sorry Robin that I didn't do exactly what you told me to do yesterday. I promise not to give you any more trouble and to do whatever you say from now on. Then he was supposed to repeat the same curtsey he had given you at the start. I was hoping that this simple but sincere little routine would be acceptable to you and would also get the point across to him that he needs to follow your direction just as if it were me. Oh, one other thing. Did you know that his "girly voice" is not the way that I want him to talk? Even this apology was supposed to be given in his "sissy voice." As always, feel free to call or email me, Mel Robin must have read the email at least three times. Nothing that Sissy had done was like Mel had wanted it. For someone who was supposed to be his... mistress - what a laugh - obviously Mel wasn't all that good at controlling him. She knew without a doubt that she shouldn't really care, but it still irked her that Sissy was supposed to give a "better" apology to her than he did - even if it was contrived by someone else. But what should she do about it? In fact why should she do anything about it? There was no way she was going to get drawn into that crazy woman's games! Still, it irked her. And what the heck did she mean by his "sissy voice?" She glanced at the clock. Break time. With a bit of a huff, she closed the email and left her cubicle. She stopped at the entrance to Chad's cubicle. "Sissy, it's break time!" Chad looked up in surprise. Was she speaking to him again? He quickly got up from his seat and followed her out into the hallway. "Robin," he started to say, but he got no further than that as she quickly turned on him and forcibly backed him up against the wall. "What do I have to do," she said angrily, "make you go to break with your thumb in your mouth too? What's it going to take for you to understand that I don't want to talk to you yet?" Chad was too shocked to do more than stare at her wide-eyed. One thing he had learned about her in the last two days was that she seemed to get awfully physical when she was really mad. Silently, he followed along behind her to the break room. The act of walking seemed to stimulate Robin's thoughts - which immediately returned to Sissy... and Mel's email. Why should she care? She didn't! She absolutely didn't. But she couldn't stop brooding about it. Sissy should have given her a better apology than he did. He was supposed to... and... she deserved something better! And what the heck was his "sissy voice?" In the break room, she headed straight for the coffee pot and poured herself a cup, never glancing once back in Sissy's direction. She just knew he was there - like an unwanted extra arm or leg. She had already spotted the nearly empty box of doughnuts and grabbed the very last one. With a mocking look straight at him, she took a bite and acted like it was the best doughnut she had ever tasted - even though she hardly tasted it at all. Then she walked away toward the women's table as if she were ignoring him completely. Chad wasn't all that worried about not getting a doughnut, he was more worried about Robin and what she might do. He finished pouring his coffee and carried it over to the women's table where he found a chair nearby and sat down extra slowly so as not to irritate his backside any more than it already was. He decided to try to stay as quiet and as out of the conversation as possible today, just to be safe. But then, that was always what he wanted, the other women just never seemed to let him. Robin noticed how slowly Sissy sat down. She wondered if Mel had beat him last night. But after watching him sit, she was betting that Mel had. Well, he deserved it! But obviously the lesson hadn't stuck properly. Just like a child! The idiot! She watched him as one of the women teasingly asked him about when he was going to see Derek again and again Chad tried to explain that he and Derek weren't "dating." As funny and interesting as that used to be for her - last week, now she knew that something much different was probably behind it all. She didn't know exactly what, but those questions couldn't be asked here. As the other women laughed and talked, she sat silently, thinking, brooding. "Robin," one of the women broke her concentration. "You're being awfully quiet today. Are you feeling alright?" Robin shrugged. It's just that... she looked straight at Chad... "the... baby... has been driving me crazy lately." Chad instantly understood which baby she was talking about. Not her own. "Oh," the woman said in reply. "Well, he's what? One now? Once they reach that age where they can start moving around faster, they just seem to get into the darnest things!" "Don't they!" Robin replied, glaring at Sissy once again. She was saved from any further answers as the talk around the table instantly turned toward the ones with young kids. She had a baby of her own, a one-year-old who had just recently learned to walk, and he was now getting into all kinds of mischief. Was she now going to be saddled with another baby a - how old was Chad anyway? Not that it mattered. He wanted to be a baby and the more she thought about it, the more she realized he was acting like one! The jerk! He couldn't even apologize properly! The women started getting up from the table to head back to their desks and Robin did the same. So did Sissy. Amid a fairly large group of women, they both headed back out into the hallway. A few minutes later, Chad was trying to follow behind her as quietly and as unobtrusively as possible again. Robin knew he was still following her, she just chose to ignore him - for now. They turned down the last hallway where their cubicles were located. Robin walked right past his cubicle, heading for her own. But she stopped at the entrance to her cubicle and turned around. He was just turning into his own cubicle. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she asked. Chad was taken aback again. What had he done wrong now? He knew he hadn't uttered a word. In fact, he had hardly made any sound at all. "I got an email from your... mistress," she spat the word again, "a little while ago. And that silly little apology you gave me earlier wasn't even close to what you were supposed to do!" Chad saw her suddenly heading for him again and he backed away from her, straight into his chair where he winced a bit at the pain still in his backside as he fell into it. Robin noticed the look on his face as he sat down. "What's wrong? Did your... mistress... beat you last night?" When she got no answer, she yelled, "Tell me!" Chad nodded, as the fear started to grow in him. "I didn't say nod your head. I said tell me! Did she beat you?" "Y... Yes," Chad stammered. Robin nodded. "Good! I hope she beats you every night - because I can't think of anyone who deserves a beating more than you! "I still can't get over that you're doing such a stupid thing! It's... insane! And worse... you want to be a baby too? I just don't get it!" she said with a shake of her head. "Why would anyone... It's stupid, stupid, stupid!" She paused for a second. "You want to be a baby? Well, from what I see lately you're behaving more and more like one every day! Take that stupid excuse for an apology you gave me earlier. What is it? You're not man enough to do it properly? Well, we know that already! You're not even enough of an adult to take the responsibility of doing what you're told! Like a little baby, you tried to get away with something and thought I wouldn't know about it! Well I do know about it! I know exactly what kind of apology you were supposed to give me, right down to what you were supposed to say to me!" She stared at him sitting fearfully in his chair for a moment. "Get up!" she ordered as she turned around and started out. "Let's try it again!" She didn't know if she was angry or what, but she went straight back to her cubicle. Chad was in a state of shock. Robin knew what was supposed to be in the apology? Obviously she had heard from Mel again. Still feeling a bit fearful, he got out of his chair and headed back to her cubicle. Robin was opening up her email program when she heard him enter her cubicle again. She turned on him quickly. "Did I say you can come in here? Back up! Back out into the hallway again!" She watched until he was back to the middle of the hallway before turning her back on him. She opened up Mel's email and read it through thoroughly, paying strict attention to the words that Chad was supposed to say. Then she turned around to face him again. He was still in the middle of the hallway. Good! "Okay, I'm waiting," she said. "Now let me see how you were supposed to apologize." Chad stood there for a second. He didn't know why he felt a bit afraid, but he did. He inwardly gulped, then looked up and down the hallway to make sure nobody else was around that would see him. "I'm waiting!" Robin said impatiently. Chad again started with a small curtsey toward her. "Stop right there!" Robin yelled angrily. "That's not what your friend said you were supposed to do!" She turned quickly in her chair and read out loud from Mel's email so that he could hear. "He was supposed to give you a very nice curtsey, pulling his skirt as wide as possible while bowing his head in respect to you. Then he was supposed to stand up straight with his feet together and his hands clasped nicely in front." She turned back to him again. "Was that little... thing... you just did anything at all like what you were supposed to do?" The fear inside of Chad grew a bit more. "N... No," he replied. "See! Once again you're acting like a child and trying to get away with something! Geez! Now let's see it properly!" Once again Chad looked up and down the hallway to make sure nobody was watching. This time he curtseyed exactly the way Mel wanted him to, pulling his skirt wide, bowing his head, and standing back up with his feet together and his hands clasped nicely in front of him. Then he launched into his little apology speech - in his girly voice. When he was done, he repeated his curtsy routine once again. Robin stared at him for a moment, then grunted and shook her head. The term sissy was starting to grow on her. The idiot! She shook her head. "Come here!" Chad started moving toward her cubicle but she stopped him just before he could enter it. "Now tell me," she said a bit more calmly, "what the heck is your 'sissy voice'?" Chad's eyes went wide. Mel had told her about that too? He looked down at the floor bashfully. "Um... she makes me talk that way because it makes me sound more childish and like a..." his voice dropped to almost a whisper, "sissy." Robin just stared at him. More childish? Like a sissy? Well that figured. "What way? Explain." Chad was getting more and more uncomfortable talking about it. "Um... well basically I replace all the 'R' and 'L' sounds with 'W'." He looked up at her finally. "So Robin comes out as 'Wobin' and hello sounds like 'hewwo'." Robin nodded. "I see." Even though she wasn't entirely sure. "According to your mistress friend Mel, you were supposed to give me that apology in your sissy voice too. Weren't you?" Chad nodded bashfully. "Yes." "Then why didn't you?" He shrugged. "It's embarrassing," he finally admitted. "And curtseying like a... I don't know what, and everything else you do isn't?" He nodded. "Yes it is. Very!" "So what's the difference between this and everything else? What makes talking like an idiot any more embarrassing than... whatever?" But Chad didn't really have an answer so he just shrugged his shoulders indicating he didn't know. He felt like a child being yelled at by a grownup. Robin rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Now... do you think you can go back there and this time, finally do it properly?" Instead of answering, Chad just nervously nodded his head. Then he started moving back out to the middle of the hallway again. Robin shook her head. "Geez," she muttered, "just like a child." Then a little louder she said so he could hear, "You want to be a baby again? At the rate your going, you're going to get there really soon! I can't believe how childish you behave. Why didn't I ever notice it before?" Chad made no reply. He just backed up to the spot where he had already apologized from before... twice! He glanced even more nervously up and down the hallway. Out in the open like this, doing it over and over again, was starting to tempt fate a bit more than he would like. Once again he dropped her the rather lavish curtsey and once again he launched into his little apology speech - this time in his sissy voice, and once again he finished with the same curtsey again. When he was finished, he just stood there in the hallway, staring at her, unsure about what he should do. Robin had taken the whole performance in. Somehow, changing the voice the little bit that he had gave the whole thing a different meaning. Somehow, it made the whole thing seem more childish. Somehow, it made her think again about the term sissy - which was really starting to make more and more sense to her. She saw Chad suddenly start walking back towards her again. "Stay there!" she ordered, and watched as he backed up again to stand right where he had been. Now what? Now what was she supposed to do with him? Send him back to his desk? Try to put him out of sight, out of mind? Somehow, that all seemed... just wrong! He had made her so angry - first when she found out about his stupid bet and his... inclinations, and secondly by not at least apologizing correctly to her. He had tried to shrug her off as not deserving of a decent apology. Well... she could deal with that! "Do it again!" she ordered. Chad was shocked. "Again? But I did it perfectly. I promise!" "I didn't say you didn't. Now do it again!" Chad briefly closed his eyes in frustration, then once again launched into his little routine. Robin watched him carefully one more time. When he had finished, she said, "Again!" Chad was dumbfounded. She really wanted him to do it again? Why? But before he could begin again he heard her say, "And again... and again... and again... and again! Just keep doing it over and over till I tell you to stop!" Keep doing it? "But what if somebody sees me?" he asked nervously. "I don't care! You're the one who didn't do it right in the first place! You're the one who likes being embarrassed. I hope someone else does see you! Now do it again!" Horrified, Chad again launched into his little routine, but halfway through it, he saw Robin turn away from him and open up one of the programs on her computer like she was ignoring him. When he finished, he stood there and waited. "Keep going," Robin ordered with her back still to him. "Just keep doing it - over and over and over again." "How many times?" Chad asked, still not believing what she wanted. Robin turned briefly back to him. "Only a child would ask a question like that. I said, just keep doing it. There are no set number of times. You'll do it till I get sick of hearing you!" Then she turned away again. What could Chad do? He went into the formal curtsey again and kept going. Robin tried to work a bit on the things she had to finish, but something was nagging at her brain - besides the sound of Chad droning on in the background behind her. Giving in, she opened up the email from Mel and typed. "The apology he gave originally wasn't even close to what it was supposed to be. I've corrected the situation and he is practicing it over and over again now. Do you always have this much trouble with him?" Gloria's phone rang while she was waiting for her next patient. "Hello?" "Hi Gloria," Mel said cheerfully. "Hey Mel. How is everything going? Lunch today?" "Definitely!" Mel replied. "Good, because I still want to hear all about your date!" Mel laughed, "Somehow, I knew you would! See you later?" "I'll be there," Gloria confirmed. Mel hung up the phone with a smile. And that was when she noticed the email that had come in from Robin. She opened it and read it... and smiled. Amazing! But how to respond? An idea occurred to her, but... did she dare? She finally decided there was only one way to find out. She typed her reply: "Why don't you meet me for lunch today so we can talk." Then she gave Robin the restaurant, time, and where she and Gloria usually sat. If Robin actually showed up, she wasn't too sure how Gloria would like it, but that was a small price to pay. Robin read Mel's reply. Lunch? She had to be kidding! Her reply was typed and sent very quickly. "No way!" She glanced at the clock, then back at Sissy again. He had been doing his little apology continuously for about fifteen minutes now and she was sick of it - and him. "Sissy!" she turned toward him, stopping him in mid-curtsey. "Enough! Get out of my sight now before I find something else to make you sorry!" She watched as Chad hurried rather contritely toward his desk. The idiot! Mel wanted her to meet for lunch? Ridiculous! Chad lugged his diaper bag toward the gym door. He was still a bit tired after all the exercise he had gotten that morning - curtseying so much. But today he was more interested than usual in having Cassie change his diapers - that is, if that receptionist Cindy wasn't going to be in there with him again. She wasn't yesterday, and by the way things had gone yesterday, he didn't get the feeling she would be today. Maybe, never again! That would certainly be good. He was mostly interested today because last night he had managed to orgasm from the anal play with Mel. And Cassie always played with him when it was just the two of them. Would he be able to orgasm today? He really hoped so. And now he couldn't wait to find out. Once again, he opened the door to see both Cassie and Cindy, the receptionist, already up front waiting for him. Yes! Yes! Yes! Cassie turned toward Cindy the moment Chad walked through the door. "He's all yours today. Just remember what I told you to make sure you do." Excitedly, Cindy replied, "Don't worry. I will." Chad glanced back and forth between the two of them trying to figure out what was going on. He's all yours? That didn't sound good at all. He was especially worried when Cassie stayed at the front desk and it was Cindy who came out from behind it. "Hi Sissy," Cindy said with a mixture of excitement and taunting. Then she stood there and stared at him expectantly. Chad again glanced back and forth between them. Then, again bowing to the inevitable, he dropped a curtsey and greeted first Cassie, then Cindy. Cindy giggled. "You're soooo sweet! Come along now, I'll be taking care of you today." Wide eyed, all Chad could do was to stare at Cassie in horror as he followed Cindy back through the gym full of exercising women, some of whom said hello to him as he walked past. Still in shock, he followed her all the way back to the little room where Cassie changed him every day. Except this time it wasn't Cassie! Cindy appeared to be all business as she closed the blinds on the little window in the door and took his diaper bag from him. Chad just stood there and watched as she opened his bag and started pulling out the things she would need. "Aren't you going to get undressed?" she asked. "I can't change you with your clothes still on." Almost in a fog, Chad started removing all his clothes. When he was down to just his two diapers and plastic panties, Cindy handed him his bottle and he laid down on the floor so she could change him. As Chad drank his bottle, he noticed that Cindy seemed to be going out of her way to act like she knew what she was doing. In one way, she seemed to be all business as she pulled his plastic panties off of him and untaped his diapers, but the look on her face reminded him of a child playing a game - which he supposed was probably exactly what was going on. Carefully, Cindy untaped each layer of diapers and pulled them back, being extra careful as she pulled away the last layer. Chad figured that Cassie must have told her that sometimes he started peeing at the least opportune moments. The memory of which embarrassed him - and excited him too. With the diapers out of the way, still acting business like, Cindy started wiping off his front side, being careful around his chastity device, as if it were some kind of physical injury to his body. When she was done, she picked up the baby lotion - and stopped. With a broad grin on her face, she set the lotion down again and leaned over closer so she could inspect his device further. She reached out and grabbed the lock, wiggling it around a bit. "Does that hurt?" she asked. Chad shook his head. "No," he replied with the nipple to his bottle still between his teeth. Cindy grew bolder. She reached out and grabbed the hard plastic of the device that encased his shriveled penis. She wiggled it back and forth a few times. "How about that?" she asked. Chad didn't know if she was serious or just playing. "No," he said once again. He really wished she would just get on with it and finish diapering him. Cindy wrapped her hand around the device as best she could and squeezed, but it was solid and she knew immediately that she wasn't accomplishing anything. She tugged on it a bit, then leaned in close to try to see the teeth inside of it a bit better, then she tugged again, watching as the teeth seemed to bite into his delicate flesh. "How about that?" she asked. "Yes!" Chad replied. "Please don't pull any harder." Cindy's only reply was to giggle. She pulled the device up a bit and grabbed his naked balls instead. She marveled at how strange they felt, like two little nuts inside of a soft leather bag. Maybe that's why she had heard them referred to as "nuts" before. She squeezed a bit and watched his face. She saw his eyes go wide with concern. She squeezed harder and his eyes went wider. She squeezed a bit more... "Please!" Chad cried in alarm. "That hurts!" But as Cindy let go of him, her only reply was another little giggle. She went back to playing with his chastity device and flicked her finger against the hard plastic over top of where he penis was, as if she was trying to flick it against his bare penis instead. It made kind of a soft tinking sound as she did it. "Did that hurt?" she asked. Chad just shook his head. What on earth was she doing? Cindy flicked her finger again, but she didn't have to ask to know that it didn't hurt him at all. She searched the top of the desk and found a pair of scissors and grabbed them. Chad grew concerned at the sight of something like that being brought so close to such a sensitive part of his body. But Cindy didn't open the scissors. Grabbing them by the closed blades, she used them to tap on his plastic chastity instead. "How about that?" she asked. "Does it hurt when I do it with the scissors?" Chad could certainly feel the added pressure as she tapped, but it wasn't really hurting him. He shook his head without bothering to remove the bottle from his mouth. Cindy tapped harder, the scissors now making a much more distinct sound. She looked up at him. She could see the concern in his face, but she knew she wasn't hurting him. Which was good! She didn't want to hurt him. She just didn't know a lot about men and getting the chance to play with this one - with his male parts all encased like they were, was just too much of a temptation. Besides, if she hurt him, then Cassie wouldn't let her change him anymore. But for now, she could still play. Since she wasn't hurting him, she began teasing him by rhythmically tapping on it over and over again as if she were playing a song with the tapping. She didn't tap really hard, but it was still hard enough for him to feel his device being driven down with each stroke, pulling on it at the base over and over again - and unfortunately causing the little teeth inside of it to dig in momentarily each time. The vibrations also stimulated him just a bit while at the same time, the tapping set his teeth on edge. With the extra stimulation, he could suddenly feel the teeth in his device irritating him more and more. "Stop!" he suddenly cried as he pushed her away with one hand. Cindy looked surprised. "Was that hurting you?" "Yes!" Chad complained angrily. It wasn't really hurting - yet, but if she continued then he had no doubt that it would be. Cindy was surprised and also a bit fearful. She hadn't wanted to really hurt him, she was just... playing. She threw the scissors back onto the desk and picked up the bottle of lotion instead and began spreading that wherever she could. Chad was just grateful that she was finally getting on with it again. What the heck had she been doing anyway? Cindy finished with his front side and ordered him to roll over. Chad put his bottle down and did as she said. He missed Cassie here. He had been really looking forward to Cassie playing with him again. He could feel Cindy wiping him off and then spreading the lotion all around, but it was absolutely nothing at all like the way Cassie did it. Cindy finished with the lotion and wiped her hands off. Then she reached for the jar of suppositories. "According to Cassie," she said as she opened the lid, "these are the most important thing we're doing here." Chad disagreed completely. She pulled one of them out of the jar and looked at it. "I just wish putting this thing into you wasn't such a gross process!" "Don't do it," Chad suggested - ever so casually. Cindy shook her head. "I have to. I promised Cassie." "But you don't really have to. Cassie will never know - and I promise I won't tell her!" Cindy shook her head again. "Cassie said you would probably try to talk me out of it!" With that, she took the pill, placed it up against his tiny hole, and started pushing it in with her finger. Since she hadn't lubed him in there the way Cassie did, not to mention she hadn't stretched him out a bit first, the pill was hard to push in at first and Chad could easily feel the resistance. But her perseverance won out and it didn't take long until he felt her entire finger invading him as far as it would go. Ugh! He hated those stupid pills! But as she got the pill all the way in, Chad felt something else too. He suddenly felt the urge to pee again. As he had tried to do all morning, he clamped down hard as soon as Cindy removed her finger and did his best to hold back against peeing. He couldn't check his watch but that didn't matter. What mattered was that he tried his best to hold it. Cindy had him roll over again and she quickly swapped out his soaking wet diapers for fresh dry ones. She wasn't as fast as Cassie was though and before she finished, Chad was really struggling to hold back. He didn't want to embarrass himself any further by having an accident in front of Cindy, so he persevered and prayed she would get his diapers fastened up soon. Cindy had no idea of the struggles Chad was going through, but she was all business again as she did her best to pull the first diaper up tight and tape it in place properly. But as she was pulling the second one up, she realized that the first diaper she had just taped in place looked a bit different - or was it just her imagination. She stared closer to see if she had made a mistake, and she noticed it changing some more. Surprised, she looked up at him. "You're..." "Yes!" Chad replied before she could get the word peeing out of her mouth. He was embarrassed that it had happened in front of her, but at least he had managed to hold on long enough for her to get the first diaper securely taped. A few seconds sooner and it would have been much more embarrassing! Mel glanced around the restaurant one last time as she and Gloria sat down to lunch. But as she expected, she didn't see any sign of Robin. "What's wrong?" Gloria asked. "I had invited someone else to join us today. I was just checking to see if she actually might have come." "Who?" "Robin. But don't worry, she said she wasn't coming." "Wait a minute! Is this about that big mistake you mentioned yesterday that you wanted to talk to me about?" Mel nodded, "Yeah. I really messed up." Gloria sighed. "Okay, out with it! Let's get this over with so I can find out about your date instead! So I take it this concerns Robin?" Mel nodded. "Yeah. I just wanted to meet her!" Mel explained before she said anything else. "And what on earth did you do to her?" Mel looked sheepish. "I told her everything about the bet. And then I took her over to see Chad at Sandy's where she had him totally babyfied - and then some!" "And?" "She didn't take it too well." "I'm not the least surprised. What happened?" "She got really mad." "I have no doubt. And?" "And... We were really concerned that she would blab too much to the wrong person and Chad would lose his job." "And did she?" Mel shook her head. "Not yet. But she still seems to be awfully mad." "And you wanted to talk to her today to try to calm her down a bit. So you invited her here to lunch but she refused." Mel nodded. "Something like that." "Anything else I should know?" Mel shook her head. "So I take it that things aren't as bad as you thought they were?" "So far. In fact, I'm wondering if things are better than I thought." "So there's no problem?" "That's just it, I'm not really sure. That's another reason why I wanted to talk to her today." Gloria wasn't really interested in talking about Robin, she was more interested in hearing the details of Mel's date. She leaned forward, "So let's forget Robin. Tell me about Ray!" Robin drove around trying to figure out what she really wanted to do. She had told Mel that she wouldn't meet her for lunch, but now she was reconsidering that. Should she talk to the crazy woman? She didn't want to, but she still had some questions... no, to be fair, she really just wanted another chance to give the woman a piece of her mind! But should she? The restaurant Mel had mentioned was up ahead, and since she was already there, she turned into the parking lot, wondering if she should really do this or not. "Right there in the movie theatre?" Gloria asked incredulously. "Right there!" Mel confirmed. "Believe it or not!" Gloria shook her head. "Oh God! If it would only happen to me!" She leaned forward, anxious for more details. "What did you do?" Smugly, Mel leaned back in her seat. "What else? I reached over and put my hand right on his..." She stopped, startled because out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Robin in the restaurant, standing near the front and looking for her. "I don't believe it," Mel said. "She's here!" "Who?" Gloria asked, frustrated that the story had been interrupted. Mel stood up and waved her hand in Robin's direction. "Robin," she called out without trying to be too disrupting to the other customers. Gloria looked and saw a woman walking towards them, obviously Robin. She wasn't very happy - and neither was Robin from the looks of things. "You're going to owe me big for this one," she muttered. Robin walked up to the table and eyed the stranger uncertainly. "I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't know you would have another guest today." It was only because of Gloria's presence that Robin hadn't already started giving Mel another mouthful. "Robin, this is Gloria," Mel introduced. "Gloria, this is Robin." Then she sat down. But Robin remained standing. "I'm sorry," Robin said again. "I should leave." She started to turn away, but Mel stopped her. "You're here. The least you can do is let me buy you some lunch. I owe you that much at least." Robin bit back the remark she really wanted to make. As far as she was concerned, Mel owed her a lot more than that. "I don't know," she said with a glance at Gloria. "There are things I was going to talk about that aren't for..." She glanced in Gloria's direction again. "Are you talking about Chad?" Robin nodded. "It's okay. Gloria here knows everything about it." "And then some," Gloria muttered half to herself. Robin stared suspiciously at Gloria, still unsure. "Sit down," Mel told her. "You're here. Let's talk." Robin finally pulled out a chair and sat down, but her stare didn't leave Gloria. "Are you another one of those... dominant type women who goes around with a whip in your hand?" Gloria's eyes bulged and before she knew it, she let out a big laugh. "No! I'm a therapist. I specialize in relaxation therapy." "A therapist?" Robin repeated. Then she looked angrily over towards Mel. "She's the one who needs therapy, but not the relaxation kind." Gloria laughed again. "I couldn't agree with you more! But to be honest, since this whole bet thing started, what I really think, is that what both Mel and Chad really need is someone to knock their heads together and pound some sense into them!" Robin was totally surprised to hear Gloria say that. "You mean that?" "Totally!" she replied with a cautious look straight at Mel. She saw Mel smirking back at her. It took a moment for Robin to take that in. Here was someone who was on her side! "So I'm not wrong in the way I think?" Robin asked. "Not at all!" "Then why don't you do something about it?" "Like what?" Gloria asked. "Like stop them! It's madness!" "Yes, it is. But it's a lot more complicated than that." Robin momentarily buried her head in her hands. Complicated! "Chad used to tell me that it was complicated, and I didn't believe him. Now I find out that it really is incredibly complicated. I don't think I can take any more!" "I know what you mean," Gloria replied. "Unfortunately, it goes with the territory." Ignoring Mel completely, Robin said, "Look, I just want to know why they're doing it in the first place. It's stupid!" With a glance at Mel, Gloria replied. "That it is. But like I said, it's complicated." She paused to figure out where to start, but just then the waiter came back with Mel and Gloria's drinks. "And what would you like?" the waiter asked Robin. Robin hadn't even seen a menu. She wasn't even really sure she wanted to eat. "It's my treat, so order whatever you want," Mel told her. Taking a stab at something she liked, she asked, "Do you have chicken fingers and fries?" "Of course," the waiter replied as he wrote it down on his pad. "And to drink?" "Just iced-tea," Robin told him. The waiter finally left and Robin looked back to Gloria, once again ignoring Mel. "So what's the answer?" Gloria stared at her for a moment before replying. "Unfortunately, what they're doing is an answer. Maybe not the best one, but it is an answer." Robin was puzzled by that. "What do you mean?" Gloria took a sip of her drink before replying, trying to give herself a bit of time to collect her thoughts. "Most people wouldn't think of doing what they're doing," she started. "You can say that again!" Robin agreed. "But then, you and I are most people. Mel and Chad aren't. Especially Chad." "Chad?" Gloria nodded. "Most of the parts you don't like really boil down to him and his individual needs." "His... needs? He needs to have his head examined!" Gloria smiled. "Maybe, but the truth is, it wouldn't do any good. Those needs in him are awfully powerful. He can try to suppress them, but in the end, they're going to find a way to come out, no matter what he does." "Wait a minute," Robin interjected. "What needs?" "They're actually based on sex, but as I said earlier, it's a lot more complicated than that. In his case, he has somehow gotten his brain confused between normal sex, and humiliation - in his case, specifically transgenderism and infantilism." "You know you're on the verge of losing me," Robin replied. Gloria nodded. "I'm sure. Let's just say that Chad craves humiliation. He has to have it. It's like a drug. Eventually, he'll do anything to get it. And the diapers and dresses and stuff are his ways of attaining that humiliation." Robin shook her head. "You have no idea how sick that sounds!" "Oh yes I do! But that's the way it is. This bet works out well for Chad because it fulfills all his wildest fantasies." Robin jerked her head towards Mel. "And what about her?" Gloria smiled. "Mel? Well, let's just say that she's not without a few needs of her own." Robin tried to digest that. "So what am I supposed to do about it?" Gloria looked at her with surprise. "Nothing." "Nothing? How can I do nothing? I have to work with the guy!" "So?" "So I'm just supposed to pretend that I never heard any of this stuff in the first place?" "You can try if you want. But what you do is really up to you. And you don't have to do anything." "Up to me?" She shook her head. "Maybe I don't have to do anything, but that doesn't mean I have to like any of this!" Gloria leaned forward. "That's the best part. You don't have to." "I don't?" Gloria shook her head. "I don't like it either." Now it was Robin's turn to shake her head. "So what do I do? It's driving me crazy! You have no idea how angry I am at him for doing something so... idiotic!" Gloria shrugged. "Like I said, deal with it any way you want. Whatever makes you feel the best. But just keep in mind that Chad's problem is not going to go away. It's like a disease he has to live with it for the rest of his life." Mel finally leaned forward, she had been sitting back somewhat amused by the fact that Robin had ignored her completely. But now... "If you're looking for ideas about what to do about it, then maybe I can help." Chad had gotten back a bit early from lunch, but now it was past time for everyone to be back to work, except he was fairly sure that Robin wasn't back yet. Or was she? He never once heard any sound coming from the other side of the wall between them. Since he thought she wasn't there, he chanced getting up and checking to see, hoping that if she was there that she wouldn't get too mad at him for disturbing her. But fortunately she wasn't back yet. Or unfortunately. Now he was worried that she may have had an accident or something. He went back to his desk still worried about her. Since she wasn't there, he chanced opening up the spreadsheet he kept for keeping track of his bet progress - or lack thereof as was usually the case. Seventeen more days to go before the testing would start. It seemed like an eternity. No, it was an eternity. Sort of. He found yesterdays date so he could fill in the amount of time that he remembered being able to hold back. Five minutes. Just five little minutes. Five lousy minutes. How had he lost so much? And how had he lost so much over the weekend? Well, to be honest, yesterday hadn't been the best of days and mostly he had been too worried about Robin and what she might do so he really couldn't try very hard. Even though he only filled in five minutes for yesterday, he was confident that he could do a lot better today. He had to! He closed the spreadsheet quickly before Robin could see it - if she ever got back. Where was she? Robin knew she was running late, very late. And she cared, but not all that much. She simply had too many weird things rattling around in her head. She also was trying to figure out what had just happened during lunch. She had gone there to get some answers. No, that wasn't re