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Apologies for the long delay in taking Katie forward but a combination of real life "stuff" got in the way. Initially, slightly lost and writers block it seems, were the initial delay. Where to take Katie, with whom and how. How naughty Katie may end up, where her future lay, all began to become muddled and confused. Selling a house and moving soon took over and having been fully occupied since the early part of the year it is only now I feel I want and am able to continue with Katie. So.......I will try to pick up where I left off. I appear to have lost a few chapters somewhere along the way but maybe thats not such a bad thing. Right children. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I will begin.... The opening lines from "Listen with Mother" a BBC children's radio program broadcast every day at 1.45 for 15 minutes from 1950 to 1982 just before Womans hour, which small children (including me) were enthralled by. Back to Katie. Tricia awoke from a deep, satisfying and refreshing sleep not naturally as she may have wished for but by what was now becoming the norm it seems. Her slumbers had been for-shortened by the pitter patter of feet as Katie entered her bedroom and slipped under the covers into her bed. A smile crossed her face as two thoughts flashed through her mind. The first was why children seemed to think if they were reasonably quiet and surreptitious, their entry into a bed would not be noticed despite the obvious rush of cooler air as the covers were lifted and the inevitable skin contact between small feet and the usually larger legs of the adult whose bed they had just invaded and the second, a cuddle with Katie was one of the nicest ways she could have wished for to start her day. As she enfolded Katie in her arms, her mind flashed back to some of the other people who had joined her to start a day in the past. Those who she had loved having in her bed, those who she had woken up next to with horror as she tried to remember how drunk she had actually been last night and what had happened between them and those who had given her such immense pleasure and comfort. Her own mother, Caroline, Fiona and now Katie. How strange that real comfort and pleasure came from family and real friends and not lovers. Taking her role of Mummy seriously, she mentally vowed to always have a place in her bed for Katie, try to make it a safe haven and source of comfort...and special cuddles for her, in the hope her memories of these times would be as pleasant as her own were now. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company this morning Katieboo? Was it a bad dream again, spider on the wall, ants in your pants or just needing a cuddle? Just as my dream was about to come true, you woke me up! Tricia tried to scowl and try not to let her real pleasure show through but as Katie looked at her attempting to discover if she was really in trouble for waking her up,desperately trying to conjure up a plausible excuse she hadn't used before to explain her sneaking into Tricia's bed, the corners of Tricia's mouth went up slightly, the definite beginning of smile which was immediately pounced upon by Katie as approval for her actions. "I needed a cuddle!" she exclaimed followed by a sloppy Katie kiss as she happily snuggled down more into Tricia's arms under the covers to be hugged. Hmmmmph. Less than 30 seconds and she has me around her little finger already. What a way to start the day thought Tricia ....but then again how nice to be woken this way. Tricia allowed herself to satisfy Katie's requirements for a cuddle, her arms around her, softly stroking her hair, her back. Her mind returning to last nights conversations and Katie's revealing yet again more of what made her tick. Its that chocolate orange thing again she thought, once the cover is off, more and more segments are revealed and can be examined....and eaten of course but eating Katie may not be such a good idea. She was well aware of Katie's needs rather than requirements at this precise moment and with no words said, eased the strap of her nightie down and instead of allowing Katie to seek out her nipple, Tricia took the initiative and eased Katie to her breast. Katie had made no attempt to nuzzle into her for once yet once placed on her nipple, began to suckle with obvious satisfaction. Interesting thought Tricia, a slight change of dynamics perhaps but let that thought drop as she allowed herself to just enjoy the sensations of Katie suckling. I could really get used to waking up this way she thought, pleasurable feelings flooding through her. Some of which were satisfied by Katie but others which would require her own attention in a more private setting perhaps. Her hand wandered slowly down her own tummy, just to check the source of that strange feeling of course when that moment was put on hold as a somewhat bedraggled looking Caroline appeared at the door, two cups of coffee in her hands her hair so perfectly groomed the last time she had seen her now clearly a residence for a flock of starlings or similar, her immaculately ironed favourite nightie now resembling a dish cloth and that face so flawless last night now slightly puffy and red to match her eyes. "Room for me ?" She muttered as she carefully placed the one cup beside Tricia and shuffled around the bed to the other side before clambering under the covers. A glance at Katie suckling as the covers were lifted was not even worth a comment or acknowledgement now. Its was just Katie. From the look of you Caroline it must have been a late night. Care to enlighten me as to what you got up to and with whom? enquired a smiling Tricia. Nope, not really . But I am tired, fed up and think I will give up on boys and go and join a monastery. All that trouble getting ready, new clothes, not just me, Zoos and Amy as well and other than a bit of chatting, they didn't even notice us. And Amy was so set on that one boy and so sure he fancied her and was going to kiss her face off and have babies with her and live happily ever after and it turns out he has a girlfriend already. After the cricket we sort of got invited into the clubhouse and after they got sorted out cos they were all sweaty and stuff, the teams came back in, started to drinking beer and larking about a bit. So childish! So we chatted to a girl that worked behind the bar, you know that one that works at he pub as well as a waitress. She was nice and anyway her brother is on the team and thats how she got the job there as well and she said she will see if they need any more girls. No, not the team, the club as they are always having events and stuff on there, wedding receptions and that sort of thing and they need people to wait and serve sort of thing.So anyway we didn't stay as they were really getting silly so we went back to Amy's place and her Mum let as have a bottle of Lambrini and we sort of chatted and danced a bit and maybe we had another bottle but there was 3 of us...and her Mum had a bit but I feel sort of knackered now. Her Dad took me and Zoos home and then to cap it all I am coming on. Good start to the holidays! Tricia was surprised Caroline appeared to have regurgitated that entire explanation without once taking breath ...or so it seemed but at least it explained her less than glamorous look today. Ok, I sort of get the jist of that but ummm...... Do you mean a convent rather than a monastery? A monastery still has monks and they are still men...sort of even if they do wear those long dress like things. Caroline's withering look across the duvet would have made most people squirm but Tricia was way past that with her darling sibling so just blew her a kiss instead. With a lull in the conversation it was a convenient time to ease Katie from one breast and onto the other. Whilst there was no reason in terms of having emptied one breast etc, after having a nipple sucked enthusiastically for a while, the sensations change subtlety from Mmmmm to Ouchie so to ensure fairness and equality amongst her boobs, a change was required.Katie didn't even appear to be aware of either her being moved or the conversation taking place around her. So sweet Tricia thought looking down at her. A brief explanation about her conversation with Katie last night brought Caroline up to speed as far as Katie was concerned and with the acceptance of youth, she took it all in her stride. I can live with that. Basically just be her annoying big sister all the time then? Wind her up, see how far I can push her? That wasn't quite what I had in mind ...except for the big sister part. We will have to see how it works out. All I know for sure is Katie is quite happy being a girl, no, more than happy being a girl. Hmm, even that is wrong, taking a girls role ...for now. No boy, at all, not never....for now. Maybe that will change after a summer of exposure to all the oestrogen coming from you and me, Zoe, Fi and Amy. We will just have to see. Oh, and Mummy rules. I don't expect you to treat me like a Mummy but Katie I do, all the time. I think its what she wants from what she said but not like her real Mummy. It seems she has a lot to answer for. So, as you are feeling rather down and miserable... how about a nice hot bath? Some of my bath oil perhaps? A long soak, I will even offer to wash your hair if you like? Now an offer like that was rarely given voluntarily. First bath of the morning equals as much hot water as needed, special bath oil, ( must find out where she hides it) a hair wash as well. What does she want? Or maybe she is just being nice. Were the thoughts that Caroline had but knowing not to look a gift horse in the mouth, she accepted the offer in Toto. Bath, oil, hair wash ....but with the added proviso of hair blow dried and brushed for her as well. YES! Result! Today may just be a perfect day after all she mused as she shuffled off to begin her ablutions. Easing her fingertip into the corner of Katie's mouth, Tricia broke the suction onto her nipple and eased Katie away. A bleary eyed, only just awake Katie was eased away from her as she slipped out of bed and downstairs to the loo as she didn't think Caroline would appreciate her weeing in her bathroom right now. A plan gradually formulating in her mind she returned to the bedroom and slipped back into bed, knowing a soak for Caroline would be at least 20 minutes before the water began to go cold. The privilege of first bath entailed as deep as you wanted, hot as you like but once filled, hot water could not be added to ensure the following user had at least some to use. Or alternatively, second bath in the same water. These restrictions may sound strange to non UK residents but our hot water storage solutions have their limitations and using all the hot water is frowned upon. So Caroline was going to be quiet for 20 minutes at least without requiring her services as hairdresser. Katie, in a little while I have promised to wash and dry Carolines hair for her so you can watch while I do it and maybe learn a bit about doing your own. Then you and I will have a bath together and I will get you dressed. I have to nip out for a while this morning so I am going to ask Caroline to babysit you whilst I am gone. Ok? The big reveal to Katie re babysitting her, passed over her, just that it was required but it did at least explain her magnanimous offers to Caroline re bathing and hair arrangements this morning. In return, she would have to look after her little sister it seemed although she didn't yet know it. The 20 minutes or so passed easily for Tricia and Katie. Idle chatter, cuddles and tickles which initially were gentle and loved were replaced by more vigorous use of the fingers causing a small girl to leap out of bed and hide underneath it to escape the dreaded tickle monster. Sadly, it appeared that the tickle monster had vast experience in little girls and their hiding places and the best way of wheedling them out to commit their heinous unprovoked tickles. Katie was dragged unceremoniously out from under the bed by a errant foot, left slightly sticking out, hurled onto the bed with no concern for the safety of her landing, luckily onto a soft mattress and duvet where she was savagely attacked by the tickle monster once again. Her plaintiff shrieks and cries were not heeded and the monster continued until the poor girl was a gibbering wreck. Once suitable subdued, the fiendish creature began to carry out the Coup De Grace on its victim. The terrible tickles were replaced by sloppy kisses. Where ever the beast saw bare flesh, kisses rained down upon the victim. Legs, toes, neck, arms, face, tummy even one on her bottom, fortunately covered by her knickers. In her desperate bid to escape from the monster, Katie fled the room, her My Little Pony nightie held high to allow better movement of her legs and burst into the bathroom closely followed by the monster. Caroline looked imperiously over the edge of the bath at a cowering Katie being consumed by endless kisses from Tricia, helpless to escape once more. The final act was for the monster to lift Katie's nightie right up, pin her to the floor and place a huge raspberry onto her naked tummy. The battle won, the monster, now transformed back to Tricia, pulled her nightie straight, sat her self down on the loo and smiled at her sister.' Ready for a hair wash now babes?" Rolling her eyes at the previous antics of Katie and Tricia, Caroline shook her head from side to side in admonishment for their behaviour and smiled sweetly at her sister. Yes please Trish....as long as you don't get soap in my eyes or use cold water. An observer may have presumed it was an act of attempted murder when Tricia pushed her sisters head under the bath water but in reality it was just to wet her hair prior to shampoo. Or maybe an act of attempted murder after all but she thought better of killing her sister. Either way, with her hair suitably wetted, shampoo applied, her hair was washed, her head massaged to her satisfaction by her kneeling sister. Mmmm... you are so good as this Trish, you should leave the bank and work as a travelling hair washer.Caroline commented only for Tricia to point out that she didn't just wash just anyones hair, only those very precious to her. As she began to rinse the soap out adding carefully, "especially those precious to her that she trusted to babysit their little sisters." The water pouring over her hair and down he face prevented any instant explosion or comments but once done, an indignant Caroline was about to protest vigorously when the cold conditioner diverted her attention to be gently massaged in once more.The massage probably only lasted a few minutes but it was just enough to evaporate any opposition within her to babysit Katie. As the last of the conditioner was rinsed away Tricia wrapped her sisters hair in a towel and holding out a large towel for Caroline to step into, helped her out of the bath. Wrapping herself in the towel a sideways look at Tricia, a muttered, "You conned me," Caroline shuffled out of the bathroom. "And you have to blow dry it as well, you promised" was heard as she entered her room to begin the process of clothes choice, makeup etc leaving Tricia and Katie alone in the bathroom. With Caroline gone, Tricia knelt down, lifted Katie's nightie, slipped her knickers off and sat her on the toilet. Mindful of the conversations yesterday she remained kneeling in front of her. Katie, from now on when you want to use the toilet I want you to ask me to please take you to do a tinkle. Will you do that for me poppet? A blushing Katie replied yes which sadly didn't meet with Tricias requirements. Shall we try that again again? What do you say? With Tricia kneeling right in front of her Katie had no wriggle room so replied once more, Please I need a tinkle. Well thats better but one more time, Mummy, please will you take me for a tinkle, is what I want to hear. Katie duly recited the phrase being very aware it was one she would get used to saying from now on it seemed. Good girl, that wasn't very hard now was it? Tricia asked as she removed Katie's nightie and helped her into the bath,swiftly following her in. Clearly the implications of what was required were being thought through by Katie but she remained silent on the subject for now. The very special bath oil that Caroline had used, with permission, had made the bath very slippery so it was a super slippery little Katie that was washed from head to toe with all her special places in between by Tricia. Once again she was surprised at the size of one of her Katies little places but still couldn't illicit any reaction to her carefully washing it with the slippery bath water. Once Katie was clean and her hair washed, Tricia took care of herself before stepping out of the bath and drying herself. Turning to the still slippery girl in the tub she held out a towel, helped her out the bath and dried her before wrapping her tightly in the towel and helping her into Carolines bedroom. The now dressed Caroline still with a towel around her hair sat at her dressing table expectantly waiting for Tricia to complete her side of the bargain. The hair dryer moved with a mind of its own or so it appeared to Katie, tiny adjustments were made and the brush didn't stop for one second. Soon Carolines hair was dry and shiny but not to wanting to appear to short change her, asked if she would like it straightened as well. No contest. Tricia spent the next few minutes carefully running her Carolines hair between the plates of the straighteners until it shone, was straight and looked gorgeous. Normally this effort would have been rewarded by a begrudged thank you but maybe Katies display of affection had gone to her brain but Caroline stood up, thanked her and kissed her on the cheek. Never one to miss an opportunity Tricia leapt away from her and made the sign of the cross in front of her. Be gone evil creature and bring back my sister. Such affection cannot have come from the real Caroline. As she slipped quickly out the room to avoid the soft cushion about to be thrown at her she mentioned over her shoulder to please dress Katie, sort out her hair and sit on her. Well maybe a less than accurate description of child minding or babysitting but Caroline knew what she meant. Swiftly dressing she looked again at the message on her phone from Fi. "Major row again last night, Pig face Richard has ruled out babies for the next 3 years until he has made District Commander and can afford new house etc. Arsehole. Need to talk, chat, cry on your shoulder. Fi. Kiss Kiss" Not what she had wanted to read on a Saturday morning but when a Mayday call is made it has to be met with a fast, efficient response. "10.15, M&S Cafe, Hot chocolate on me plus shoulder to cry on. Trish," seemed a suitable response but as she slipped her shoes on she smiled and sent a P.S. "Please bring towel, silk blouse not tear resistant. Kiss, Kiss, Kiss." Her heart went out to Fi as she made her way into town. If ever a girl deserved a baby and would make a good Mum it was Fi but for the time being that didn't appear likely to happen. She thought of all possible permutations for her to get her baby such as the milkman, IVF, adoption tieing Richard up and raping him and even kidnapping but none seemed in the least way possible. With no solution to offer all she could do was to be there for her she thought. They met outside the cafe and after a brief hug, a few tears were shed by Fiona and wiped away quickly, big girls don't cry, they went in to the cafe and ordered, sat down and began to talk. It seemed that despite all they had shared together, neither Fi nor Richard had ever actually discussed a timeline for their family. In Fiona's mind, it was to be ASAP but Richard had decided that he had to progress through the ranks until he was earning enough for them to buy a bigger house and they could afford to do without her wages. Prat. Didn't men know girls had different body clocks and needed to satisfy their maternal instincts. The impasse was not one that was likely to go away either so Fiona discussed how she was going to kill him or divorce him so she could re marry quickly and get her baby. Hmm, silly girl, you just arent thinking this through carefully enough. Buy a packet of needles, pierce every one of his Durex through the middle and hope one of the little blighters is s good swimmer. When you get pregnant, tell him it was divine intervention or it must have been like aids, you can catch it from bodily fluids, must have been a blow job that went wrong. Their giggles lightened the mood and after seriously discussing the options, it appeared only time, maybe her persuasive nature, or nagging as some call it, or a radical change in his attitude would get Fi her baby in the not too distant future. For a small fee, well OK, a loan of your Louis Vuitton beige heels together with your cream silk dress and bag, the perfect dinner partner arranged to share it with me, I will loan you one small wriggly little girl. Actually I might let you keep her if she wakes me up early again ......but then again it was worth it. Once more the giggles helped. There could be a problem with your thoughts there Oh wise one, Fi mused. Pray tell Tricia demanded, her hands on her hips in an exaggerated pose. "Well for a start, I doubt the dress and shoes would work with your perfect partner. You would want your partner to appreciate how good you look and praise you, be on your wavelength, be able to share your thoughts and empathise with you." And? Is that such a difficult thing to find me someone like that? Remember its a small wriggly oh so adorable cute cuddly little girl you are playing for here Fi, Tricia teased. "I do appreciate the stakes are high Trish but it still wont work. The only person who you could share a dinner date with and would fulfil all your requirements is me and if you think I am going to let you out glam me on a dinner date by wearing my dress you have another think coming!" It was probably the time to pay the bill and get out there as their giggles were certainly attracting a bit of attention now so after paying the bill, the two friends wandered out of the cafe and down the road to the park where after a stroll, finding an empty bench they sat and talked. With Fiona's mood lightened, talk returned to the here and now rather than the future, the past or something that could be changed. Tricia tried to explain the chaos that had occurred earlier that day but it was something that unless you had been there, could not be shared. Her successful attempt to have Caroline babysit and the price it had cost her, the oil, the bath, the hair etc was laughed at in hindsight but it had worked. Fiona pondered for a minute or two and then suggested that should such an occasion happen agin, she would love to babysit Katie but Tricia promptly refused her offer out of hand as completely unworkable. An offended Fiona was about to take severe umbrage when it was pointed out to her that she couldn't possibly babysit Katie as it would probably be Fi she was going to meet. Tricia explained about her conversation with Katie yesterday and how Katie actually liked being a little girl, being teased and being controlled and how they had agreed that for the summer at the very least, she was to remain a girl. Katie's explanations of her reasoning behind her thinking and how it made her feel made a sort of sense, even To Fiona who could see the hurt that may have been caused in the past. "So that means I get to come and play Barbies again and play dress up dolls again?" she asked. "Fi, you are welcome anytime to come and play barbies or whatever but people will talk if you take your dolls to work you know." Clearly it was impossible for them to remain serious for too long it seemed. Talking of dress up dolls and babysitting I did knock up something on my machine the other morning Fiona remarked, reaching down for her handbag and extracting a paper bag which she gave to Tricia. Tricia delved into the bag and pulled out what was to most people, a bib but as Fi had described it to Katie, a dress protector complete with Katie beautifully embroidered on the front in pink flowery writing. "Goodness Fi, that must have taken ages to make that, the letters must have been torture to get them that good." Never one to let the opportunity to sing her own praises Fi explained how she had to find a pattern upscale it, work out the length and width of ribbon needed for the edging, the size of letters the blah blah blah of it. Tricia's eyes glazed over as the explanation rambled on until her friend slapped her gently on the leg. "Sometimes Trish, you are so gullible. My machine does it all, it sorts the edges out, I just set the script size and typeface and off it goes. That bib took at least 20 mins and that included the coffee break. It even calculated the upsizing for me from a pattern." Well its very pretty and I am sure a certain young lady will love it.... as a dress protector of course. Tricia commented as she put I into her own bag. "I could even make you one for when you dribble your wine after a glass too many Trish," Fi teased moving slightly away from her to avoid any repercussions. Hmm, thats given me an idea. So you can take a pattern and upsize it to fit someone bigger than it was intended for with your magical machine? Tricia queried, a devious smile appearing on her face. Well within reason, yes. As long as there is a pattern already with sizes on it, you input the pattern as it is and then input the new sizes you want it to fit. It sorts it all out and gives you a new pattern and dimensions to follow. Do you have something special in mind or shall I guess it concerns a certain Miss Katie. Fiona's interest now piqued. ' No, nothing special in mind yet but...how do you fancy a walk back to the shops to look at some dresses. I am sure something will catch my eye ". Well you know I cant resist dress shopping anyway, Fi commented as they began their walk back to the high street. H&M, Debenhams, Next ? Any one in mind? What colour and what for? So you don't want to borrow my silk dress then after all? Auntie Fi, sometimes you can be so dense, Tricia exclaimed. If we can find little girls dresses that we like, maybe your machine could upsize them for us. I would love to see Katie in a real little girls dress. Maybe when you babysit her, you can play princesses for real with her and not just the barbies! The two women wandered around various shops together looking at children dresses. Together they began to decide on the sort of dress that would probably upsize reasonably well and with the rough ideas in mind, Fiona agreed she would look at some of the patterns online and see what she could find. With the germ of an idea planted, Tricia insisted they return to a few of the shops where she had seen things that would work in her opinion and various items were admired and then bought. After saying their goodbyes, the two parted, Tricia to return home and Fiona to take one last wander through the shops. Inevitably she had to visit Mothercare as it was not almost addictive to her. The days of imagining her baby in some of those outfits were still in the distance but a girl can dream. Tricia's drive home allowed her time to mull over todays meeting and the outcomes. She felt desperate for Fi but there was nothing anybody could do about that except Fi herself. Tricia did have her reservations about Richard before they even married. Nothing positive but he was just too smooth. Like peanut butter, smooth but cloying and sticky once in your mouth. There was something about him that sort of said flirt, smoothy and cad all rolled into one. Certainly not to her taste but he clearly floated fi's boat at the time. Too be that career centred at the expense of his wife's happiness just didn't seem right. That and the long hours he worked and the small amount of time they seemed to share gave her misgivings over their long term future but that was only her thoughts on the matter. In the eventuality that things didn't work out she could find another man to give her a baby or if her faith in men had been destroyed, get herself a turkey baster and go from there. As to the clothes thing, that might be interesting to see what came of it. For the time being, she just wanted to get home and see her Katie. Turning into the drive lead to a feeling of misgiving almost immediately. There was a couple of cars parked outside and the sound of music coming from the open windows. Collecting her shopping she locked her car and instead of using the front door, slipped around the back to see what was going on. Sitting in the back garden were a couple of lads with Caroline