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It's been a long time since I either read or worked on this.However, I do think about Katie in all sorts of scenarios. In reality, life sort of gets in the way sometimes and circumstances change. I do actually have all sorts of plans of where I can take Katie, who with and why but that is to follow. For now, I just needed to get it all back into some semblance of order. For those who haven't read the previous stuff, this will seem like the ramblings of a fool. For those that have, it may still seem like ramblings but perhaps with more of an idea who is who, their relationships and possibly how Katie came about. Tricia slowly dragged herself from the arms of Morpheus, unaccustomed to the now almost unheard of peace and quiet throughout the house. Ok, it was only 7 am and it was a Saturday but even so not to hear Caroline snoring,( She insisted she didn't but Tricia knew different) feel a wriggly Katie climb into her bed or the ancient heating system gurgling, farting and hissing as it attempted to provide sufficient hot water to satisfy two and a half girls with hot water for baths. A delicious, quiet moment to herself. Her mind wandering over her plans for the day contentedly. A leisurely day with Katie, Caroline off shopping, hunting a Saturday job to provide some money to supplement the mere pittance Tricia gave her as an allowance. Smiling at how desperate Carolines pleading had been last night for additional funds. Her conviction that without the latest fashions she would surely end up as an old maid...like Tricia, with no hope of EVER getting a boy friend. Everybody knew that denim was out now and tight, slinky Lycra skirts were in and without one she might just as well lock herself away and live unhappily ever after. Had she not have compared Tricia to an old maid she may have had half a chance of wheedling some money out of her but purely on principle, the bank of Tricia had slammed its doors tightly shut and additional funding had been refused. Maybe it was the satisfaction of a good nights sleep that weakened her resolve as she slipped out of bed to go and make her coffee, but perhaps she could find a little something extra in her purse for her she mused as she paused in front of the mirror. Well a "just out of bed" look is perhaps only slightly better than a "Just been shagged, just out of bed" but she really didn't look her best but...old maid! How dare she! Shuffling in well worn slippers she quietly went downstairs in just her nightie and into the kitchen, looking at the coffee maker with a malevolent stare. If you dare so much as gurgle and wake anybody up she mentally threatened it, filling it with enough for 4 cups. Two for me, and if you perform as usual, two for Caroline if you wake her. Katie won't need coffee, opening a cupboard to find her sippee cup. After Katie had managed to semi drown her self with a glass of orange juice all over Tricias bed, Katie was restricted to sippee cups or, the ultimate threat, a bottle. Still barely awake she returned to her bedroom, marvelling at the still peaceful house. Mmmm. I could get used to this Tricia thought, laying in bed, alone, coffee beside her, warm, comfortable. But, there was something missing. Her Katie. So used now to Katie being in her bed each morning. Ok, not just being in her bed every morning but suckling at her breast. Her perfect start to the day now. Despite not lactating, her breasts "needed" Katie suckling on them now it seemed or maybe she just loved that feeling so much. Her fingers idling stoking her nipple through her cotton nightie invoked a feeling within her, With practised ease she exposed her nipple and teased and played with it softly. A definite mistake as the other one now demanded equality of pleasant feelings. Bother Tricia thought knowing full well where this was going and where it was going to end up but ...mmmm. did it feel nice. With one hand taking care of her now aching hardened nipples, the other slipped below the covers and past her tummy to scratch another itch that really needed scratching. Maybe it was that one that caused the problem but after a few minutes of her tender attention, that itch grew even more demanding and sent a degree of pleasure through Tricias body.Now in need of something more than her fingers, Tricia reached over to her bedside cupboard to extract every girls battery driven plastic friend. Hers was named Nigel after a drunken night out with Fi some years before where it became girl speak for getting it on. If one was to overhear the two girls in a pub chatting and one said to the other that she was going to be "making plans with Nigel" later, who could possibly know the real intention or planned activity.Maybe the smile and giggle sometimes aroused suspicions but to all intents and purposes an innocent evening was planned. Mentally hoping that the batteries hadn't gone flat, Nigel wasn't going to be overheard buzzing and she could manage to keep her vocal appreciation to a minimum, she slid open the drawer and felt his slim, cool hardened plastic in her hand. With perfect timing designed to frustrate her even more, her mobile began to ring. Cursing the blasted thing she grabbed it hurriedly to hopefully avoid wakening the rest of the house and enable her to return to the job in hand once the call had been dealt with. Her blood ran cold as she glanced at the screen on its way past her face to be put to her ear, automatically answering it on the way. Sally. Its amazing that with all the computing power of IBM, Google and the rest of the tech world put together, they still cannot come up with a computer that can get anywhere close to the human brain in speed, problem solving, alternatives and answers all in a split second. Tricia's brain had recognised the name, searched the memory banks, put a face to the name, recalled all the history of her and Sally, the association of Sally to Kevin, Kevin to Katie, Katie to her, what this all meant and that the only possible reason was Sally was calling was to reclaim her obnoxious brother. Sally was now going to take her Katie away .All in the time it took her to put the phone to her ear and say Hello. Maybe not the best way to start a phone call but as the brain was continuing its process of assimilating all the available information and forming a plan of action, it actually forgot to engage the mouth part and begin a conversation. The conversation was fairly brief, somewhat curt on Tricia's side and with obvious annoyance. "Sally, you always were selfish and it seems that you haven't changed much. To expect me to drop everything for you at the last minute and meet you at Gatwick in time for you to catch a plane is the last straw. I did have plans for today( perhaps a bit of a white lie) and its hugely inconvenient to change them but as its obviously so important to meet up I will see you in the departure area cafe at midday. Even that doesn't give me much time to change everything around but I will try. I will see you later". Hanging up the call, the poor brain really kicked into overdrive. Rearrange plans for today. Check. Speak to Caroline, sort her, Check, explain all to Katie, leave Katie at home alone, check, maybe see if Fi will pop in to check Katie hasn't put the cat in the washing machine etc, check, bath, choose clothes, set off for Gatwick, bugger the weekend traffic, hope to arrive in time, check. Then the biggie, try to think of what she could do to be able to keep her Katie. Whilst the brain is pretty resilient and capable, some things are slightly beyond even its capacity so that thought was put into the storage area to be dealt with after the more practical side took over. With a hugely wistful look and the promise that she did indeed have plans for Nigel, he was put back into the drawer. For a brief moment, the thought crossed her mind that as "it" was made of plastic, not the real thing and only of use to girls, well maybe a few boys as well but that's just yucky, she wondered if it should be Nigella but the brain dismissed that one as flippancy. Priorities. Wake Caroline, inform her of altered plans. Wake Katie, sort out her needs and inform her of plans for her today. Bath, dress, depart ASAP for Gatwick. Slipping into Carolines room she saw the sleeping form of her sister, head on the pillow, arms neatly by her side, her body covered by the duvet, a picture of serenity. Well that was what she would have liked to see. The reality was Caroline was layed corner to corner on the bed, her arms akimbo, a small wet patch beside her mouth where she had drooled on the pillow, her hair resembling a mad witch not so much framing her face as trying to prevent the world having to see the remains of yesterdays makeup still on, the mouth drooping open . The duvet was at least in the same room but nowhere near the bed and Caroline was on her tummy, her scrappy top rather dishevelled and her shorts only managing to cover most of her bum. Oh, good, a normal night then. A quick kiss, a gentle shake, two bleary eyes peering through the haystack. The creature awakened from its sleep could be unpredictable at the least and expecting a savaging Tricia, moved slightly away from the bed but for once, the monster must have been fed or sated somehow in the night as it smiled instead of the usual tirade of why did you wake me etc. Tricia was able to convey to Caroline a brief precis of the phone call, the situation as Tricia saw it, Carolines role in todays plans and with a promise to look in the deep dark recesses of her purse to provide additional funds for that oh so tight Lycra skirt if but only if Caroline was up, dressed and ready for the day before Tricia had to leave. With military precision, Tricia had worked out the bathroom rota mentally. Caroline, Tricia, Katie. Three separate attendees today instead of just a single and one double. Leaving Caroline to her own devices she went to sort Katie out, pausing momentarily as she passed the airing cupboard to ensure the Fires of Hades were indeed lit and heating sufficient water for the three girls to bath, she went into Katies room. With limited time available, she decided that for once, the mountain would come to Mohammed and climbed into Katie's bed beside her instead of extracting her and transferring her to her own bed. Slipping an arm behind Katie's head, her nightie strap slipped off her arm to expose her breast, she eased Katie onto her nipple. One hand behind Katie'e head to support her, she felt Katie begin to suckle. That pesky old brain did its thing again. In a split second, feeling, love, mine, little, girl, dependant, perfect. Mmmm. Despite the urgency of the day, Tricia decided that some things shouldn't be too rushed and allowed herself to enjoy the moment. A girl had to have some pleasure in life she mused. With an awakened Katie in her element, being cuddled, suckled and loved, Tricia explained that she had an important meeting to go to that had arisen this morning and that for once Katie had to look after herself. " So Katie, today you have to be in big girl mode, no excuses. You are 16 now and more than capable of looking after yourself....despite the fact that I would have loved to be here today with my little Katie. So, you will need to sort out your bath, dress, makeup, hair etc and once Caroline has gone and me, you will be here alone so I expect you to behave. It would be a real help if you could sort of throw the hoover around a bit ( instantly regretting the choice of words but it was big Katie she was talking to and not a child). Any problems, you have my number, Carolines and there is always Auntie Fi . So any questions?" Two wide eyes peered at Tricia over the top of her breast as Katie continued to suckle as her head nodded from side to side, signifying she understood and was capable of being big and being trusted. Hmmm, blast this small girl thought Tricia as she kissed Katie's forehead. She only has to look at me and she melts my heart. Reluctantly, after a few minutes and a change of side for Katie, Tricia eased herself out of bed having heard the bathroom open and a cheery "Bathrooms free" from Caroline. Her daily ablutions were accomplished on full auto pilot today as her brain was running through all sorts of scenarios for her, Katie, life etc. A brief thought crossed her mind with regard to child abuse, her treatment of a minor, the possible consequences for her. Prison, ostracised from her normal life etc but then what had started as a punishment was far from it in reality for Katie and at 16, he/she was capable of making her/his own decisions. God, how on earth was he going to live without being able to be Katie and what if he was going to have to go back to living with his real mother. All, horrible, dreadful thoughts but she had to look at all possibilities. As she began to dress she decided on a smart, no nonsense look today. The casual image just wouldn't cut the mustard so a knee length navy straightish skirt, white short sleeved blouse, cami top underneath just in case her bra showed through. Not a good look to have to explain she thought as she clipped her maternity bra together behind her back. Well it gave her a comfort knowing it was for Katie. Tights, navy court shoes to match her skirt, pearls, navy hand bag. She stood before the mirror and checked she portrayed what she wanted to. Young, professional, confident, no nonsense woman. Who was actually crapping herself with worry. With no time to waste, she rushed downstairs to grab a slice of toast and a coffee before she had to leave. A strangely normal looking Caroline sat at the table. Well normal in that she was dressed reasonably smartly especially for a Saturday shopping trip, forgetting that this was also going to be a job hunting expedition as well. With good luck wishes etc for getting a job, Tricia opened her handbag and searched for her purse. The opening of the clasp in front of and when requested by Caroline was a rare occasion so with some ceremony, a ?20 note was extracted and presented to her younger sister. I know the skirt won't be that much but if you insist on going down the skintight, doesn't my bum look cute in this, its a devil to get comfortable in this skirt look....perhaps you ought to consider VPL and get some other panties as well. And if you do end with thongs don't you dare let Katie try them on again. A kiss, a hug and Caroline slipped out of the door and went to track down her bestest bestie, Zoe. Katie in the meantime had bathed, sorted herself out and was now getting dressed. Panties, one of the hand me down bras from Zoes sister, above the knee denim skirt, and pink tee shirt was her chosen outfit. She sat in front of the mirror in just her panties as she brushed her hair. A high pony tail, black scrunchy so her hair was off her face and neck as her planned activity didn't demand a fashion diva, more a Mrs Mop look. Most girls would place their breasts into a bra and adjust it after fastening. In Katies case, it was more a case of fastening the bra and then try to round up what little boobage she actually had and cover it with the bra. But they were her breasts. Maybe tiny, certainly very sensitive( Mm what a lovely feeling if I play with the nipples) very pretty and they were HERS. Not his, not anybody else's business but hers. The girl pills Tricia was feeding her seemed to be doing their job.The padding in the bra and Katie's boobies once combined did look rather sweet, especially when covered with the tee shirt. Black flats, a spritz of perfume, tiny bit of lip and eyeshadow, hint of mascara, bit of blush. Ready.Pausing only to admire herself in the mirror, a sideways look to confirm her bum did actually look big in the skirt, cute, she tripped her way down stairs. The grand entrance into the kitchen did not go unnoticed by Tricia as he tried to eat her toast and slurp her coffee as quickly as possible. A circling finger conveyed to Katie a twirl was required and she as daintily as she could circled in front of her. "Very nice Katie, you have put together a very cute look. Perfect for today. Just a tiny comment, perhaps if you are doing something as mucky as a cleaning, you may not want to bother with the makeup next time but you look super..as always". Praise indeed for Katie at one of her few unassisted wardrobe selections and presentation. "Sweetiepie, you can phone me if you need to, or Caroline or Fi but otherwise you are a big girl today and I trust you to behave as such. Have you got a kiss for me before I go?" Kate sort of fell into a hug and a kiss from Tricia and once released from the hug, was about to sit down again when a stern look from Tricia stopped her in her tracks. Reaching down, Tricia raised the hem of Katies skirt unceremoniously revealing her panties, the waistband of which she had just felt when hugging her. "When did you decide you would disobey me and start to wear panties Katie? You are a little girl and little girls wear knickers not panties. You know that. I am disappointed in you but sadly don't have time for this now." Taking hold of the waistband, Tricia removed them, slipped them into her handbag and with a last kiss, an instruction of knickers not panties Tricia departed, her heels clicking on the concrete like the metronome of doom or the footsteps of the condemned man to the gallows to meet her nemesis, Sally. who was going to take her Katie away from her. Once out of town and on the motorway, Tricia was able to think slightly clearer as brain capacity required for driving reduced. No turns, roundabouts, junctions or oncoming traffic to worry about..she hoped. So... come clean, tell it as it happened, what she did and why, how Kevin dealt with it. Try to explain why she made a 16 yr old boy dress as a girl, made him become a little girl, forced him to suckle her breasts, bathed him, touched his genitalia when he was naked and in the bath, allowed her younger sister to expose herself to him. Introduced humiliating toileting restrictions. Allowed one of her female friends to see him naked and encourage his exposure. Hmmm, All told about 15 years sentence she reckoned, maybe without the hope of parole. So maybe the confession was going to swing it. The affection bit then. I have grown to love Kevin as my little brother, he is so nice and lovely, so caring and thoughtful and I am sure he would come and live with Caroline and me for ever and ever. Not a hope in hell. Sally knew what an obnoxious little prick her brother could be and there was no way she could ever see him agreeing to any of the above. Plus as time went by, he would only become more objectionable and as randy as a rabbit as his testosterone increased. Hmmm, its amazing how Oestrogen has made a yucky boy into such a lovely girl she mused. With no apparent solutions she knew this would require some additional thought and decided to double her brain power. She phoned Fi. The problem explained, her solutions rejected, they tried to apply themselves to the problem, the basis of which was, she loved Katie and there was no way she was going to let Sally spoil her life by taking Kevin away. The one thing she hadn't actually considered was how Katie felt but was fairly sure she knew what the choice would be. Fi's suggestion that Tricia kidnap Katie and leave to live in the jungles of darkest Borneo, whilst a solution may not have been that practical as there was no way Tricia could live without her shopping trips with Fi or girlie nights out so was ruled impractical. Whichever way they looked at it there appeared to be no solution so with heavy heart, Tricia continued on her solitary journey but with the reassurance from Fi that her thoughts and love would be with her and she would go and sit on Katie a little later. Strange girl that Fi, never did understand this childcare process. But then for Fi, life was at a pretty low point altogether with her hubby Richard whose refusal to have children..yet was tearing Fi apart. God what a pair they made. A woman who was desperate for a baby and another who made a boy into a girl and regressed him. But at least they had each other. Maybe if one of them had been a man they would be the perfect pair. Whichever way she tried it, that doesn't work she thought. Fi in a suit ? Nope. Me in a suit? Well maybe a skirt suit but I can't see me wanting to be a man either. Sorted! We just need to become lesbian and get a turkey baster. Blushing, she thought of some of her memorable conquests of the past and the pleasure the sex had given her. Nigel might be good but not that good. Left alone Katie actually felt slightly lost for a while. It seemed so long ago that as Kevin, he had done everything alone, especially living in an all female house. The boundaries that exist between girls and boys are seldom fully crossed and whilst living in relative harmony, nothing that Tricia and Caroline was of remote interest to him and vice versa. Well that was the impression he had attempted to portray. So a new skirt had been bought. Big deal. End of. Move on was the boy attitude. The girl attitude was it had to be seen as bought, put on to display it correctly, the thickness, texture of the material felt and admired and then suitable accompaniments sought for it to be worn with. The boy reply of a grunt when asked if he liked it usually sufficed. That grunt said it all as far as the girls were concerned, just a stupid, ignorant boy who didn't appreciate the sharing of each others pleasures. So a status quo was defined. You live your life as you wish, alone and we girls will share each and every pleasure and sorrow between us. So now being alone, he sort of lacked the backup of the other girls. However, on the up side, he was now an accepted big girl capable of being left alone, a fully fledged adult female...well almost. As an adult, she must behave like one. With steely determination, she set about not only throwing the hoover around as requested but also dusting, tidying, even collecting all the washing that needed to be done. Unaccustomed as she was to such domestic duties she made a good job, not perfect but good and was suitably pleased with herself. Sitting down at the kitchen table, skirt swept underneath, knees together etc, she had made a cup of coffee and was savouring every mouthful. No insipid orange juice today and certainly not in a sippee cup. Whilst pleasant, the lack of company was rather disconcerting, the silence both unusual and rather eerie in the normally buzzing household. She got up and turned the radio on to distract her and carried on with her coffee. In the process of tidying up she had discovered under the sofa, yes she had moved the furniture when using the vacuum, a solitary barbie doll. How the poor thing had been cast aside, semi naked and with only one shoe on wasn't known, Katie resolved that once all her chores had been completed, she would restore the Barbie to its former glory by finding something for her to wear and perhaps even find the missing shoe. The shoe did cause her slight concern for whilst using the cleaner to remove a rather nasty looking 8 foot wide hairy legged spider from behind the sofa, there had been an ominous clunk and clicking as something had been wooshed up the pipe. She had a horrible feeling that may have been Cinderella's other shoe which in itself was no problem but ....the 8 foot spider must be inside the bag clutching the shoe between its legs for safe keeping. It wasn't going to be easy finding the shoe and separating it from the spider she thought. Not being one to let such minor adversities get her down, Katie decided to take one last look under the sofa, just in case the shoe was still hiding under there so...after informing Barbie, now sitting in state on the kitchen table, of her mission and intention to recover her shoe no matter what. On her hands and knees, she searched all under the sofa, chatting away to Barbie as she did. Fi arrived at Chez Tricia Et Al and let herself in with a key. Hearing the radio on in the kitchen she walked in to be greeted by the sight of Katie on her hands and knees, bottom up in the air and her knickers somewhat exposed, talking to her doll as she grovelled about under the sofa. Random thoughts rushed through her mind, what is she doing, how sweet, she is talking to her doll, she has got a cute bum actually, recalling a Tricia comment and lastly how do I announce my presence without scaring the bejesus out of her. Fortunately for her, that problem was solved by Katie who whilst peering backwards upside down between her own legs to hunt for the missing shoe, noticed a pair of real shoes with legs in them just behind her. A very acrobatic if not decorous manoeuvre followed allowing Katie to return to the vertical and smooth her skirt down, blushing at being discovered in the act and talking to a doll. Auntie Fi, she squealed and hugged her hoping not to be teased too much. Almost as if a switch had been flicked, Katie realised that her behaviour was not that necessarily associated with a 16 year old and she after a brief hug, backed away from Fi slightly, straightened herself out a little, tee shirt pulled down, skirt checked for alignment etc and a brief finger brush of her hair. Her apology of how much of a mess she must look explained away by the startlingly sparkle kitchen and house. It would certainly be unfair or plain nasty to say that Tricia, Caroline and Katie lived in a pigsty but it was rather difficult for the three of them, plus Zoe of course, to keep the place as tidy as was possible so Katie's efforts today clearly showed how hard she had been working.. With a teasing comment off how it must have been nice to have Barbie to help her, Fi suggested a cup of tea and sit down would be very welcome. Without hesitation, Katie went to work, kettle on, biscuits hunted for, blast that Caroline, always nicking all the Jaffa cakes. Fi knew that Katie was unaware of her impending doom and certainly wasn't going to be the one to burst her bubble, that was definitely a job for Tricia. Surprisingly, Fi and Katie had a totally adult conversation over tea, no references to her younger self at all and as usual, Katie had adapted herself totally to the role she was currently playing. It was hard to look at her now, just another teenage girl and see the bubbly squealing little girl she had played with just a few short weeks earlier. A fleeting thought flashed through her mind over the some of the clothes that were now strewn over the floor of her sewing room and if their intended model may no longer accept them but soon passed remembering quite how Katie like her little girl times. The dreadful duos absence was explained away by the shopping trip and the hunt for that oh so elusive, Saturday job, hence Katies solitary occupation of the house and her big girl responsibilities of the day, proud of how she had performed. With her school days now over, no way was she going back to do A levels, not her thing, not academic at all, couldn't go back as a boy anyway, Katie mentioned that she thought once the holiday period was over, Caroline and Zoe would go back to school for their second year of A levels, Tricia would be at work so it would be time for Katie to try to find a job somewhere. Always a difficult subject to talk about but understanding Aunties are usually fair game to discuss such things with. Luckily, Katie was over the stage of wanting to be a ballerina, too fat, a Nurse, couldn't stand blood, a model, wrong body, Air Hostess, didn't like heights etc so eventually it was Katie's decision that she may sort of like to work in an office a little bit. Out of the public eye, not on her feet all day, some companionship, a suitable job both for a girl and especially one like her. Whilst Fi was certainly not a careers advisor she did think that Katie had put a fair bit of thought into her future and her gainful employment but she would probably be better advised to talk to her....Fi was going to say Mummy but somehow what with todays likely outcome and how big Katie felt about Tricia after today would remain to be seen so just kept her opinion quiet and made suitably encouraging comments. Whilst mentally she could see Katie as some sort of office junior but feared that somehow she may give herself away as being not quite what she seemed or by perhaps childlike innocence. But all of those thoughts were probably academic as it was likely to be Kevin whose future would soon be under review by both his parents and Sally. Bugger blast and dammit! As Tricia came to yet another standstill on the M25.She cursed Sally, traffic, that prat in the car behind who she was sure was trying to train his car to do naughty things to the back of hers,Saturdays, almost everything she could think of. It was going to be a close run thing if she actually reached Gatwick in time to meet with Sally and she didn't need any more hassle than she already had today. Despite coping with the drive, the delays, everything else to just get there, her mind, like a homing pigeon, kept returning to Katie. Being a completely sane, normal woman( yeah right!) Tricia had tried to analyse her feelings for Katie/Kevin over the last months. From the typical obnoxious teenage boy to the little, sometimes big, delightful Katie that had stolen er heart away. She had decided it was sort of a maternal thing but unlike Fi whose body baby clock was in overdrive, she just loved the caring aspect, the trust that Katie had in her, her delight at spending time with Tricia. The special cuddles, the dressing up, the teasing, the rules she imposed on Katie. How whatever and however she treated Katie the love and devotion Katie showed her. Whats not to like about a giggly wriggly little girl sitting on your lap babbling about her day with her arms around your neck covering you in sloppy kisses. Perhaps she had diverted all her normal urges into loving Katie ones instead. True there hadn't been a man in her life for some time after that idiot with an overinflated opinion of himself and an underdeveloped prick but hey, we all make mistakes. It hadn't put her off men completely but equally hadn't turned her into some form of lesbian, even if she did have rather fond memories of that girl at Uni who shared some time with her. Move on, nothing to see here. It was just a fling, a crush. An insight into a Sapphic lover. Oh my could that girl press all my right buttons! Nope. It wasn't like that with Katie. There was absolutely nothing sexual in her attraction for Katie or Katies attraction to her. She had proved that several times when bathing Katie, when Katie was in bed with her. Katie wasn't turned on by her. Equally, even when Katie was at her breast, that wasn't sexual..although it did make her feel really "nice' but not the same way as with a real man....or even Nigel! It wasn't sexual at all. So how could that bitch Sally even think it was or suggest such a thing! Well Miss bloody high and mighty Sally, you and I are going to have a few words when we meet. How about child abuse with you and your Mother. Do you have any idea how your behaviour had such a profound effect on Kevin, how you made his life hell, how you warped his mind into one of fear. How you made him afraid of girls, afraid of his own emotions. Sometimes, just sometimes, Tricia allowed her thoughts and imagination to run away with each other. She could already see a weeping Sally, on her knees in front of her, begging for forgiveness about how she had treated Kevin. Pleading to be forgiven, her own refusal to back down one inch. Sally would have to live with her own thoughts about Kevin for the rest of her life and regret it to her last day. I must be short term she thought as she finally reached Gatwick and sought out parking. Please God, if I promise to pray a little bit every day from now on, stop swearing so much, please, please let me find a parking space quickly and one I can actually park in. With only 10 minutes to go to the 12 o clock deadline Tricia would need to park, pay, most urgently find a loo, then negotiate the maze of an airport and get this over with. The car parked, her now very desperate need for the loo sorted, with less than 5 minutes to go Tricia sailed forth to deal with Sally. Slightly regretting her choice of slim skirt and heels this morning as she attempted to make her way across the concourse to the cafe area. The heels were too high and thin to move that quickly and the skirt slightly too tight to take larger steps but for a spectator it was quite a sight. The cafe loomed before as with a last check of her watch with a minute in hand, a last minute call to the homestead was required and just possible time wise. Without slowing her pace, her hand into her bag, phone extracted, lifted to her ear and.....promptly slipping out of her hand to fall to the polished stone floor, conveniently landing on its back which allowed to Tricia to watch the glass face disintegrate into a thousand pieces, only held together by the plastic screen protector. Could her day get any worse she thought scooping the remains of her phone into her back, mentally cursing not being able to now phone for some moral support before meeting Sally. Tricia collected a coffee, found an empty table and sat waiting for Sally to arrive. Despite her insistence of 12 on the dot and no later, it was Sally who was in fact late but her arrival spelt Tricia's downfall. To describe Sally as an airhead bimbo may have been insulting to bimbos but clearly time had not improved her. The mutton dressed as lamb didn't either but with her now very blonde hair, a dress that left very little to the imagination, the imitation Gucci bag, impossibly high heels, Dolce and Gabbana knock off sunglasses perched on her face despite being indoors, and a strut clearly practiced to show off her bubble butt ...or was it a wobble butt, Sally approached followed by two Policemen, tall, black clothing, baseball caps clearly identifying them as police, as did the guns held nonchalantly across their chests. With a sinking heart Tricia stood up to face them only to be hugged and air kissed by Sally...as the two policemen strolled past oblivious to her torment." Oh Trish dharling, let me look at you, its been so long" as Sally held her at arms length to examine her. "You look gorgeous sweetie, especially now you have gone up a dress size..or two. It really suits you!" Tricia was initially speechless at both Sally's comment and the fact the Policeman were nothing to do with Sally. Finally gaining her power of speech back she was about to launch into her carefully prepared speech and defence of her actions when sitting down beside Sally took her hand in hers, looked her straight in the eyes and began what was probably her carefully prepared speech instead." SShhh now Tricia, I am something very important to tell you and a teeny weeny little favour to ask of you. OMG, I only have a few minutes to speak to you before I have to meet Geoffrey before our flight . Now just sshhh for a moment or two while I explain sweetie". A stunned Tricia did indeed shhh, not because Sally had asked her to but her powers of speech had seemed to vanish again. The audacity of the girl. How dare she speak to me like that. Sally sallied forth into her speech. "Well its a bit complicated but as you know Mummy and Daddy have moved to Australia to get their new business started but its not been going quite as well as they expected. So when the cruise ship got to Australia, you now that was the furthest South we were going and Mrs Cohen, you remember her? She is the one who I was a companion to . Well as you know she wasn't exactly young, so by the time we arrived there, she decided she would stay in Sydney for a week or two and then hop back onto the boat thing after it had been down to Antartica for that part of the cruise. Its not all easy being a companion to an old lady you know but with the salary and a world cruise I really couldn't turn it down. Anyway, where was I....oh yes, Sydney. Well as Mrs Cohen used to go to bed early as she couldn't cope with the heat so well, legs all swollen...well she said swollen but I think it was fat really ...well I used to go down to the bar ..just for a little drink in the evenings. Well one night I met this gorgeous man.... Really nice kind and I think he is a little bit rich sort of thing. So I ended up having a drink with him on a few evenings...and then dinner ....and one thing led to another and you know you really can't believe everything they say about older men. He is really sweet and so generous to me, he is 64 after all although he can't, you know what men of that age are like, well sort of get it up any more. But men like that can be trained by the right woman how to satisfy them and he sort of likes me being in control of him. So...he has to please me or else! Well he sort of ...it was like love at first sight...and I am sure it will be fine but ..he asked me to marry him and I said yes!" At this point the hand which was holding Tricia's became sort of shown, nay, flaunted in front of Tricia with what appeared to be one of Australias finest, large, diamonds set in a rather gaudy gold ring. "Oh by the way, how is Kevin? Actually its him I need to talk to you about . You see when Mummy and Daddy went off down under, they sort of signed him over to me until he was 18 but obviously, now I will be living in Sydney. Well part of the time anyway or Perth or even Bali. Geoffrey has houses in all of them you see. So I can't really be in charge of Kevin if I am that far away so sweetie, its bad enough keeping Geoffrey exactly where I want him...if I arranged some sort of allowance thingy for Kevin, I am sure Geoffrey won't mind, and I trust you obviously but you were always better at looking after children than I was, except a baby obviously and that was just a careless moment of yours anyway wasn't it dhharling?...will you take on the legal responsibility for Kevin, just till he is 18 of course. Oh goodness, that's my plane they just called. You will say yes won't you sweetie? Its only a little favour and I don't expect he is much bother is he? I will send the paper work over to you but he will be your responsibility from now on"Mwah. Mwah! Two quick cheek air kisses, a hug and Sally and her butt, wibble wobbled off before Tricia could even say goodbye. A stunned Tricia sat motionless while trying desperately to make sense of the last 1 minute and 23 seconds exactly. Her flabber had been well and truly gasted by Sally and her outpourings but all told, a fabulous outcome. It seems all her fears were unfounded and she wasn't going to spend the next 15 years in prison after all. Perhaps even more momentous was that Kevin was now all hers. No having to answer to Sally or even his parents. In one year, 10 months and 15 days, Kevin would become 18 and an adult is his own right, responsible for himself. Until that time, he was now her official ward and she made any and all decisions as to his education, employment, welfare and pastoral care with no input from anybody else. It was a hard decision for her to make and took her at least a nano second to decide. Katie was here to stay, not for the summer, not for a few weeks but for one year, 10 months and 15 days at least, after which it would be his/her decision what to do from then on. With renewed vigour and a "need" to phone and share her news with Fi and reassure her that she would not have to endure the humiliations that Prison visitors have to suffer these days, an overheard comment in a pub about scanners, being patted down and in some perhaps extreme cases, intimate examinations to ensure they weren't trying to smuggle goods into prison"down there" had both surprised the two women a few weeks ago and she knew Fi was a little concerned. Well that was how Fi put it but knowing what a kinky cow she could be Tricia had her suspicions that some part of that process may actually excite her instead. Her phone retrieved from her bag suddenly reminded her she was now cut off from the rest of the world. Not good. Most of us these days have smart phones.(Mine is smarter than me but that's not too difficult anyway) that contain all our contacts details, phone numbers, email, address etc. In days gone by, address books, diaries, scraps of paper would be used to record such details and could be referred to when such information was required. So...when was the last time you actually dialled a close contacts phone number as opposed to finding perhaps Fi in the contact list, telling Siri to call Fi, last number recall, top contacts etc. But actually remembering the number and dialling it? Not often I suspect. Sadly, Tricia was of the same ilk. No phone, no memory of Fi's number, unable to call her. Bugger! So after another quick trip to the ladies, never pass a perfectly useable loo without nipping in was her motto, retracing her steps to the car park and hunting down her car, I am sure it was around here somewhere..or was it the next floor, Tricia leapt in, well as much as you can leap a fairly tight knee length skirt and set course for home. Fi and Katie had spent some time chatting over their tea. In some ways it was refreshing for Fi to see the big Katie without others around to refer to and other than perhaps a more juvenile attitude and mannerisms, she would have no problem being seen as a teenage girl. Perhaps not with the maturity that Caroline and Zoe could display at times but even they slipped out of adult to child mode when there was no fear of anybody outside of the family seeing them. It was perfectly normal for adults to squirt water at each other and run around the garden screaming and giggling after all. And have pillow fights. And stand in front of the bedroom mirror, hairbrushes in hand singing and dancing to the latest hits on the radio wasn't it? So when Katie had cleared the cups up, washed and dried them so as not to detract from the spotless kitchen and announced she was just nipping to the loo, Fi didn't even react. It was only when she remembered the strict rule for Katie regarding use of the loo the devil sort of took over her. She could have just ignored it but decided that maybe it wouldn't do Katie any harm to be reminded of her status as a little girl. "Katie, what do you say when you need the loo sweetie?" Katie looked at her incredulously "But..but Auntie Fi, I didn't think as I have been a big girl all day I wouldn't have to ask you. I mean...especially as we have been sitting chatting, drinking tea just like any other normal women as well" It was probably the reference to women rather that girls that sealed her fate. Fi could see that in her own eyes,Katie was now a woman, above such childish things. That wouldn't fit with what Fi had in mind for Katie at all so it was best to nip such behaviour in the bud. "Katie, you are well aware of the rules. So what would you like to ask me precious?" It was a rather subdued Katie who asked Auntie Fi to take her for a tinkle and accepted her fate. As fi left Katie sitting on the loo, knickers around her knees, noted by Fi as little girl ones rather than panties, she felt a little cruel but also remembered that Katie had admitted to sort of liking the humiliation a little. With that in mind, when a plaintiff little voice informed her shortly afterwards that she had finished, Fi's cue to wipe her and restore her knickers to their correct position, Fi didn't hurry to assist her, instead a cheery,"be there in a minute darling" advised her that for now, she would remain sitting on the loo, knickers down, door open, no privacy until Fi was ready to deal with her. After a suitable delay, Katie was returned to normality and they both returned to the kitchen. Fi sat down on the sofa and pulled Katie gently onto her lap and cuddled an embarrassed Katie. "I wasn't really being nasty Katie, just sort of teasing you a little bit. And I think if you think about it a little, you sort of like being teased as well". A very red faced Katie tried desperately to hide her face in the arms of Fi and she squirmed on her lap, certainly no longer the big girl..for now. This was the picture that greeted Tricia on her return, big Katie on Fi's lap enjoying a cuddle. Whilst slightly jealous of her Katie seeking solace in Fi's arms she reconciled her thoughts that as she wasn't there, in absentia, Fi was her favourite person to seek comfort from and certainly met with Tricia's trust to look after her. Tricia flopped herself down on the sofa beside Fi and Katie immediately shifted sideways to hug her and in return was given kisses and hugs in return. An expectant look on F's face suggested she perhaps out to fill her in on the momentous events of the day but before she could even start to explainTricia was met with a tirade of mock indignation from Fi. "You are so selfish Tricia, not letting me know where you were or what was going on. With no phone call or contact I was already mentally sorting out my outfit for visiting days, looking online or files to put into cakes, escaping from prison for dummies." It was obvious to Fi from Tricias obvious good mood that the day had actually gone well and in reality, she was delighted to see her bestie so obviously happy again. It would have been good to be able to explain to Fi what had actually happened but with Katie present, it was probably not such a good idea. " Fi, lets just say it all went well, well maybe nearly all, that cheeky cow actually insinuated I was getting fat! I think perhaps a family chat when the dodgy duo are back than I can fill you all in with todays news....and explain to a small girl how it concerns her" looking at Katie smiling. "Suffice to say I can only see life getting better for all of us in one way or another."