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Richard woke up with a pressure in his bladder and immediately realized why. Susie was on top of him still, the two of them cuddling in the same position they had been before, his mittened hand still around her, her weight pressing into his midsection just so. He did not even consider anything that might have woken her up; he intentionally let go into his diaper instead, a smile on his face. His toes wiggled in his booties, legs still tied to the bed, his pacifier felt wonderful in his mouth, and his mitten hugged his queen. He'd devote time to working out, to playing games, to learning technical things... but that was for later. As usual, he desired nothing else in the world than to be where he was. When it would end was her decision, not his, and she would awaken when she felt like it. For now, it was just the two of them... no, the three of them, he reminded himself. He could never let himself forget that. The Squad's sixth (and possibly seventh, maybe even eighth) member was growing inside her. He had a duty to do for that tiny prince or princess what had never been done for him. Susie woke up eventually in the summer's morning light, snuggling into her sissy husband. She could tell he was at least half-awake. "Did my baby have a good sleep?" she asked him. "Which one, Your Majesty?" he almost asked, but he was still pacified, so he just nodded and went "Mmm-hmm!" through the nipple. She giggled and booped his pacifier, her other hand reaching down to check between his legs. "You certainly did," she said with a smirk. "You went pee-pee in your diaper, just like a little baby." (Her emphasis on the word 'little' suddenly conjured two separate horrors, one of a series of alternate universes he'd seen on AO3 and the other an absolutely horrific set of stories set in an alternate dimension that any reasonable first-world polity would have thoroughly nuked. Damn it, why couldn't he get that crap out of his mind for good?) "Let's go ahead and get you changed and wiped," she said, untying his legs from the bed, pulling his unicorn jammies from him, pulling the plastic pants down and away, and undoing the cloth. "Looks like my little baby needs to be wiped," she said, taking a soft towelette and wiping him, and then paying special attention to his genitals, stroking him up and down. It actually took him a few seconds to realize that she was doing it intentionally, but his dick was smarter than he was that time, and he stiffened in her hand. "Oh my. It looks like my little baby has gotten all grown up. Let's see if we can fix that," she said, taking off her own pajamas and straddling him. All of his previous intrusive thoughts were wiped out, completely, by the sensation of her wet sex on him, their bouncing causing the wide bed to creak rhythmically. It was more than just pleasant, more than orgiastic. It was fulfilling, deeply so, the best possible experience either of them could possibly be having. Her pleasure in topping him, in dominating him, in owning him, was equal to his enjoyment of being submissive, of belonging forever to his queen. Richard finally realized just how much she needed him, as much as he needed her, after they were done, juices dripping onto the sheets, and she cuddled him closely and protectively, his mittens holding her once again. He didn't want to try to tell her her loved her through the pacifier, but he didn't need to. His hug said it for him. The only thing he really said when they were in the bath together was that he had been working out in the mornings, but she reminded him where they were going that day. And then it was toothbrushing time and time for him to do up his hair the way she liked it before she diapered him up again and he put on his pink housewife dress and heels, first serving a pleasant and fulfilling breakfast for the five of them and then doing his chores while the girls enjoyed a lazy Sunday morning, beginning with washing the baby stuff and bed linens. His kneepads were soft on the tub's surface as he diligently scrubbed away the grime before it got bad, he thought back to the time when he'd considered noping out over this and chuckled at his past self. He was doing chores for his queen, chores that needed doing, before he went outside with his queen and other friends. He was a good boy for her and she loved him for it. She trusted him with everything in her life and he trusted her with his very existence. Why would he ever have felt reluctance or fear? The place they were going that day was the Y. His diaper was replaced with swimming trunks, his heels with socks and white, flat sneakers, but his dress and pigtails stayed right where they were. (He'd asked about the rubber breasts, but she liked him little-girl cute and boy-shaped.) Four girls in T-shirts and shorts, one boy in a pretty dress, just like usual. None of them were wearing makeup on a day that burning hot, and Richard leaned his seat back and Susie pulled the dress off and undid his pigtails. No one had seen the transformation in the car, but he did notice one older man's glance in the parking lot: pure, utter envy. If he only knew! ('If they only knew' was getting to be a common thought for all five of them.) The sign on the weight room said that patrons had to be at least 14 to enter, but Richard was doing a lot of things that were forbidden to 13- year-olds and the sign didn't even slow him down. Only two other people were there, both older men, and he decided that he didn't want to look like an idiot trying to use unfamiliar equipment and went for the simple stuff: barbells, bench presses, squats, leg curls, finger grips. He did not know, nor did he care, whether curling with 50-pound barbells and benching one and a half times his own weight was normal or not. As he worked out, he imagined someone recognizing him and coming up to him; someone actually did come up to him after a while, an attendant, and Richard briefly wondered if he was going to get harangued about the age limit; instead the man simply needed Richard to move so he could wipe the seat down with disinfectant. Oh, right, COVID. But the person he'd imagined coming up to him was someone he'd never actually meet: someone who wondered why a sissy like him was putting so much effort into becoming stronger, because didn't that defeat the purpose? Richard would have told such a person that his own fetishes and desires didn't matter; only Susie's needs and wishes mattered. He had intentionally and willingly given up his right to be his own person. His purpose in life was to do what Susie needed him to do; he was convinced that men are stronger than women because the duty of men is to do things for women. To give them children, to love them, to obey them. If her command was 'Ricky, your queen does not feel like walking, pick me up and carry me,' his reply could not ever be 'Sorry, Your Majesty, I can't.' even if - especially if - she was eight months pregnant. It was in that spirit of pure devotion that he continued weightlifting until he really couldn't do it anymore without hurting himself, and he walked with sore muscles but a light heart back to the pool. Zoe and Caroline were doing their own thing, swimming along; Leslie's attention had been taken by her parents, who were sitting by the pool as she managed to stay afloat in the shallow end. Richard luxuriated doing casual backstroke laps with Susie, and they managed to hold a conversation at the same time. She asked him if anything in particular hurt, and he'd been mostly doing his arms, and she held each one, massaging them under the water. "Don't worry," she promised him gently, "You're not doing anything strenuous again today." He loved the fact that she said things like that, and they were always true. "Richard, Susie, could you come over here, please?" Willa called out a few minutes later. They could have gotten out of the pool, but Susie didn't feel like leaving it and Richard naturally followed her, so they did an easy freestyle back to the waiting group. "Before we start," Robert said quietly and formally, "Leslie, we want to tell your friends something that you might find embarrassing. Is it okay if we do this?" Zoe glanced at Richard, who looked back knowingly. Such vital words for a teenager to hear, and their own mother had never even thought to say anything like them. "It's fine," Leslie said. "Don't worry, it's fine." She couldn't keep the smirk off her face. Embarrass her? In front of them? Oh, the things her parents didn't know... "All right." He looked around, making sure no one else could hear them. "Leslie, you know that we pay careful attention to your behavior." The mere word 'behavior' immediately tripped Richard's trigger until he reminded himself who Leslie's parents were. "When you're happy, when you're sad, when you're anxious. It even comes up in text. There's a lot going on in your life right now, but your mother and I have been talking about this, and it's clear that you're much less anxious when you spend time with your friends." Richard's trigger tripped again; Robert and Willa weren't going to try to shoehorn some weird therapy thing into this, were they? Zoe smirked a bit, but she decided not to say the obvious: When are you going to start telling us things we don't know? "What we would like to do is to have you spend almost every day and every other night there, as long as everyone's okay with that," Willa said, finally turning off Richard's trigger and making him feel stupid for being so touchy. She had thought about setting this up just for the summer, but Leslie would be attending a prestigious, private online school with them. "There will still be times when we want to spend time with you, of course. Susie, is this something you could do?" "Of course, no problem," Susie said immediately, not even sure why it was a question. Leslie smiled at her, and Susie had to think about why she was smiling. She'd actually had trouble imagining a world in which she'd ever refuse, and it occurred to her that maybe she was more like Richard than she thought. "Caroline, are you okay with this?" Willa asked. "What are you even...?" Caroline started, confused. "The driving? It's nothing, don't worry about it." Leslie's parents had been there, they'd eaten breakfast with them, but they didn't understand, they could never understand even if it were explained to them in more detail than any of them ever would. "The only thing that could happen is that the work'll ramp up again. I'm turning 18 soon, going into a vo-tech school in the fall, my parents won't screw with me on this stuff." The agreement had never actually been spoken aloud, but Caroline's father was decisively treating her like an adult already and her mother had given up completely. "When is your birthday, anyway?" Richard asked. "September 11th," Caroline said. "Don't even say it, I've heard it all before." Richard tried to remember what was special about... oh, right. That was before any of them were born. "All right, then. We'd appreciate you bringing her home before seven today. Thank you, all of you," Willa said, and leaned down to give her daughter a kiss, followed shortly by her husband. The Squad was surprised that she was thanking them. Shouldn't they be the ones thanking her, for accepting her daughter's independence? The group left a while after Leslie's parents did, once Leslie said that she was starting to get tired. The day had grown even hotter; despite being still slightly damp from post-pool showers, the group hustled back to the car, Zoe practically running with Leslie's wheelchair, piling into the car that Caroline immediately got going just to turn on the air conditioning. There was a brief round of "What do you want to do?" "What did you have in mind?" that quickly progressed to "What movie do you want to watch?" to "There's nothing good out" and uncertain discussions of just what the theaters would allow during the pandemic if they were even still open, and then Leslie said that there were show-based anime movies she'd never seen, and Caroline had only seen the memes about one particular series, and Richard had very little idea what any of them were even talking about, and the decision to go back home and watch them was quickly reached. Twenty minutes later, the five of them were drinking milkshakes and watching the first two Madoka Magica movies as the air conditioning went into overdrive. Sitting on the right, dressed in light cotton pajamas with a blanket draped over her, was Leslie, her girlfriend next to her in her rainbow jammies, and the two of them matched their necklaces together. (Neither girl had ever forgotten to wear hers.) Caroline on the left was wearing a similarly light set, comfortable as the air conditioning was working its hardest, and she found herself leaning into Susie, who didn't mind a bit. They'd done a lot more than just cuddle, after all. In the center, wearing the same rainbow pajamas as his sister, a blissful smile behind his buckled pacifier as he suckled his milkshake down, was Richard. His comfortable booties were on because his queen didn't want him getting up; if he needed to pee or even poop, he'd just do it in his thick diaper and somebody would change him. His padded mittens were on because he didn't need his hands; his queen had told him that he wouldn't be doing anything. The girls had unanimously agreed that the best way to keep him from overhearing spoilers was to put the headphones on him. Zoe looked over at her brother and wondered what his headspace was like - but that was wrong. There was no such thing as 'headspace', at least not for any of them. What she had felt was simply a profound sense of relaxation, of ease, even when she had been worried sick about Leslie. If it hadn't gotten boring and stifling, she wouldn't have wanted to stop, and she knew that the same was true of both Caroline and her brother. He was still just himself, the way he wanted to be. There was just the five of them, sitting together on the couch, protected against the burning heat and everything outside, their only male member so joyfully helpless, and he considered this to be perfect and that all was right with the world. Well, until the reveals had started coming on fast and thick. Ah, Richard realized. That was what the whole Kyubey thing was about. They got through the first two movies but didn't have time for the third; instead, Susie invited Caroline to cook dinner with her. "You wanna eat my cooking?" Caroline asked with a smirk. "All right..." "I wanna try," Leslie spoke up. Susie quickly devised a system in which they wouldn't get in each other's way, giving Leslie simple tasks and getting Caroline to do things that required more moving around. Zoe, stabilizing Leslie, was very uncomfortably reminded of just how little core strength her friend really had. Movements that Zoe didn't even realize were movements - basic bends, twists, reaches - were things that Leslie still just could not do without help. She could barely even sit upright without back support; leaning over meant falling over. Still, they got it done, and Richard obediently crawled into the kitchen to be fed, fork and spoon, bite by bite, by his smiling queen. Caroline staved off all compliments by saying that she had merely followed directions, and Leslie just smiled a bit. Caroline took Leslie home as promised, Zoe and Susie put the dishes away, and Susie untied Richard's mittens so he could play video games before bedtime. (His booties stayed on, and Susie had popped his pacifier back in. He wondered what the enemies cursing him out over voice chat would say if they knew why he wasn't responding.) Zoe had to almost drag her brother and his queen out of bed the next morning; they'd stayed up late, forgetting that they had a morning appointment to keep. At least they managed to get breakfast ready before Caroline showed up. Every member of the Squad, Leslie included, intentionally avoided making any comparisons upon seeing what that day's physical therapy would consist of. It did look a lot like a bondage setup. Leslie was being harnessed to the ceiling, the tether leading to a rail above her. There was a weight sensor, and her task was to put as little weight on the harness as she could, using parallel bars and her feet instead with no other support. Leslie found it terribly humiliating, not because of the harness setup but because she was being told, in undeniable numbers, just how weak she really was. She needed an extra thirty, forty pounds of support just to stand up and shuffle along on a flat surface, even using her arms. 'Walking unassisted', she reminded herself. If she got that number down to zero without using her arms (which contributed little, anyway), she would be walking unassisted. And that was most of what that therapy consisted of: practice walking. One foot in front of the other, like a normal person, unlearning everything that had been learned with a lifetime of braces and support. It was hard and Leslie eventually ran out of steam, but Mindy was smiling and maybe even somewhat excited, and that was good enough for her. Her friends took her shopping afterwards, and this time Susie's budget felt truly limitless. It wasn't just for her, there was some cooking stuff Susie didn't have at home, and of course they wanted to check out the thrift store again and there was some computer stuff Richard wanted to pick up, but she got what she wanted: a new game, sets of matching jammies (Susie decided to get her own sets, and Caroline took surprisingly little convincing to join in), a laser pointer that she realized that she should have asked her parents for a long time ago. None of her friends was silly enough to ask why a girl who couldn't do much for herself would want it. Then they went to the supermarket; Fatima had strongly suggested that if Susie could buy her own food, she ought to be doing that, and a pair of older women utterly stared at the group. Not at the boy in the pigtails wearing pink (they all had their Team Leslie uniforms on, and Leslie had worn her own pink clothes to match them), and certainly not at the girl in the wheelchair. They were gobsmacked that they were watching teenagers talk about recipes and actually know what they were talking about. Of course, there was a cat in the house, and the first thing Leslie did with her new toy was shine it on the floor where Whiskers could see it. The cat looked at the red dot on the floor, looked at the group like 'are you fucking kidding me with this', and went back to doing cat things. Once they were done laughing, the group got set up on the couch as they were before, and Susie decided to eschew the baby bondage this time, leaving the five of them as quintuplets in unicorn-themed pajamas and pink socks. (She also eschewed the bells, although she was sort of tempted. It would have distracted from the theme of the final Madoka movie.) They continued in the same vein as the days passed. They did many variants of the same things, but there wasn't very much that was actually new; there was just the lazy and hot days, the cuddling under blankets during thunderstorms, the endless electronic amusements, the skywatching under a good layer of mosquito netting. The only things the group didn't do together were things Leslie couldn't do yet. The water and amusement parks were closed for the pandemic anyway and even the traveling carnival wasn't showing up that year, but the frolfing courses were still wide open and they made regular use of the lake, Richard's pretty dress flapping against the wind. Richard had expected to watch Leslie's numbers go up, but instead the group was watching a number go down. There were lots of other numbers, of course, some of them relating to that sneaky, vile rhabdo and others to more positive metrics, but they were all watching the 'pounds supported' number gradually tick down, an average of a pound or two a day, which the teenagers found annoyingly slow and the adults were ready to break out the champagne over. Caroline had pointed out that Dr. Sinchurch looked like he was about to start breakdancing, and none of them disagreed. Zoe had her own metric: she could hear Leslie improving. Zoe asserted that Leslie's breathing was different, not just her voice, and no one questioned her on that. "You're sounding less and less sick," she told Leslie very seriously, and Leslie suddenly blanked before hugging Zoe as hard as she could. This was right in front of the other Squad members, but none of them would have even considered interrupting their moment. Leslie had another metric she wanted to get to zero: times she couldn't make it to the bathroom. That one had, thank God, dropped precipitously, although she was still wearing diapers on long trips a week after she'd started the rail tests. An unaligned observer - if anyone would have been allowed to consistently watch them - might have surely noted that five teenagers living more or less in one another's pockets would get on each other's nerves in some way, or say something seriously hurtful, or some other seriously friendship-challenging event worse than some S&M gone mildly wrong. It never happened because all five of them were either terrified of it or adamant that such a thing should not happen. Caroline was not going to risk losing what she felt was the first group of people she felt comfortable around. Zoe was not going to risk her relationship with Leslie, ever. Susie was not going to cheese off her friends. Richard held back absolutely everything in his darker nature that would have done a thing like that. And Leslie needed them, really needed them; when she was with her friends, all the bad memories just weren't important anymore. The only obstacles in Leslie's path were physical, literal ones that Mindy had put there. Blocks of styrofoam in weird shapes, piled up one on another, intentionally difficult to navigate, forcing her to use muscles she didn't use a lot to keep her balance. The first time had been seriously painful, she'd yanked some bad muscle and had to switch to easier activities, but the second time and afterwards were tolerable. Susie, given access to an unmonitored credit card with a ridiculous monthly limit, had decided that it really wasn't fair that only one of them should be babied at a time. She couldn't get any more sets like the one Richard often wore - those people really were out of business - but she found comparable products on Etsy and it wasn't terribly hard to get them to prioritize her custom designs by waving money in their faces. A few days later, an unmarked box was delivered - by the Post Office, no less - and Susie decided to babify brother and sister on a night when it was just the three of them. Giggling carelessly behind his pacifier, happily playing patty-cake with Zoe, her mittens fluffing against his as they sat on the floor in their cute pajamas with Susie watching over them, Richard reflected on how much of a favor it actually was. When done between people who actually love and trust each other, the caretaker is the one taking up the extra responsibilities; the caretakees are the ones receiving all the comfortable coddling. They didn't need to worry about anything, didn't have any responsibilities at all. All Richard had to do was giggle, smile, look cute, and play childish games with his identically dressed big sister. He'd done his chores and both of them were all studied and video gamed out. Their world was reduced to baby toys, silly activities, and snuggling until bedtime. There was a slight bit of drama a week and a half after Leslie had started counting down her numbers. Caroline had come over to pick them up for Leslie's physical therapy, as usual, but her hand was on her forehead and "I am so sorry" were the first words out of her mouth. She explained, hesitatingly, that she had gotten her acceptance letter from the trade school, which wasn't a big deal, but her mother had asked sharp questions about her future, things that Caroline had thought her mother had already known the answers to, and somehow that had devolved into a bunch of screaming about education and why the hell she was getting a GED instead of a diploma. Her father had tried to calm her mother down, but the woman had been irate at him, too, yelling at him about money (the pandemic really had crippled the business after the initial wave of orders - the famine after the feast had been terribly famine-y) and he'd been all too passive for Caroline's taste. Eventually, Caroline's mother had pointed at her and said that, if that's the future she chose for herself, she'd be out of the house the very day she turned 18; before her father could argue, "I told her I had somewhere to go, so it was fine with me," Caroline finished. It had been out of her mouth before she'd really thought about it, and both her parents had been shocked, her father less than her mother. She expected her friends to reply with 'You told her what?!' and 'Without even asking us?' "Take the other room next to ours," Susie casually said instead. "You might want to start moving stuff over now just to make sure she doesn't mess with it," Richard added. "No, don't worry, she's not going to do that," Caroline said, trying to process their lack of reaction. "You living here will make things so much easier," Zoe pointed out, and then suddenly, nervously laughed. "Sorry, I know it's the whole chauffeur thing." She shook her head in silent apology - she didn't want to have to keep using her friend as her driver but didn't have much choice. "That'll only last for a month after you're 18, though," Susie added. "My birthday's October fifth, I'm getting my license like right then, and Dad's buying me a mom car. Some big SUV." Caroline blinked and then started laughing. How had she forgotten who and what her friends really were? They didn't actually have a problem with her suddenly just deciding she was moving in, because of course they didn't. Why would they? They were more worried about inconveniencing and using her for something she didn't have a problem with. She drove them to the lake that day, and Richard drove the boat. Leslie's number finally did hit zero, sooner than expected. She was still supporting herself, gripping the parallel bars with her arms and legs locked stiff, but she was holding herself upright without assistance. The clapping was loud and heavy, but that zero didn't mean she didn't need support; all it meant was that she was barely able to lift her own weight for a moment. Actually walking was harder, and she had no stamina; every single unsupported step she took was the equivalent of Richard benching his max. Mindy had to call it that day because Leslie was simply trying too hard and was probably going to injure herself. Leslie was actually urged to stay at the hospital, but Mindy let her go under the condition that she wouldn't try to do anything that day until her evening therapy. "Sorry, everyone," Leslie said, in a much stronger voice than she'd had weeks prior. "I shouldn't have gotten so worked up about the zero thing." "It's fine," Susie replied. "If we're staying home, I've actually got a schedule I want to try. This one's just for me. And Ricky." The girls giggled, Richard giggling along with them, expecting another day of him being cutely helpless as the girls watched over him. They got home, the girls still chuckling a little bit as Susie led him upstairs. Leslie had brought her PS4 over the previous week. The deal that her parents had made with the group was still on, and the group wondered why she hadn't brought it over even earlier. She plugged in Dragon Quest 11 and her friends watched her play, occasionally glancing up the stairs and chuckling, and they wondered if she was going to bring him down right away or after the two of them had enjoyed each other a little more intimately. It was to their complete surprise, then, that Richard was the one on his feet. He was wearing a long, pink, matronly dress that reached down to his ankles, his belled socks jingling with every step. He wasn't wearing heels, because they wouldn't have been safe to wear carrying Susie. She was completely and thoroughly babified, mittens on her hands and pacifier strapped in her mouth, booties on her feet, a light purple and very childish dress on her body that hid her thick diaper. The goggles and headphones were on her, so all she had for sensations were Richard's touch, and he held her close as he carried her down the stairs. He was just glad the dress hid his thundering erection. He should have known that she'd ask for this at some point, that the day would come when she wanted to be the one being taken care of, and binding her this way had made him feel things and given him ideas. But it didn't matter what he wanted to do. When she babified him, she set the schedule and she was in charge. When he babified her, he did it according to her schedule and she was in charge. Her control over him was so perfect, so complete, that she could directly tell him to take care of her when she was completely helpless, and he would do it to the letter, no matter what. Zoe was surprised but figured she probably shouldn't have been. This was her thing, too; of course she'd want to do it for herself. Leslie smiled widely, not wanting to say anything because Susie couldn't hear it. "It's finally her turn," Caroline said. "It is. She said she wants to watch what you're watching, this counts," Richard said, syncing up the headphones and the goggles to the TV and confirming that everything was working. "I'll be looking after her all day today." He set her down on the couch next to him and hugged her as they watched Leslie play. Of course, none of the other girls could really resist playing with the new baby in their midst, gently brushing her hair repeatedly, snuggling her from the other side of Richard, and tickling her under the armpits once. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the cutest little baby of them all?" Caroline asked sweetly into the microphone, and the group was delighted when Susie pointed her mitten at herself. "As soon as I'm just a little bit better, I want to do the princess thing, and then I want to do the caregiver thing," Leslie said. "Thought you said you were done with diapers," Caroline said. "I mean giving it, I still don't want to receive it," Leslie said. "Just the baby stuff. No spankings," she said firmly. "Not even harsh tickling." "Not even harsh tickling?" Zoe asked, a bit disappointed. "Well, okay, if you insist!" Leslie replied, and Richard realized that she had set that up, and Zoe certainly knew she did, walking right into it just to enjoy being tickled by her girlfriend, there on the couch. Leslie was bending and twisting in ways that she hadn't been able to for years, and it didn't even hurt. Lunch was delicious fruity shakes, and Richard hooked up Susie's to her pacifier. There was a brief scare in which some apparently went down the wrong way, but Susie brushed his hand away from the back of her pacifier and swallowed properly. Richard waited until she was done and then patted her on the back to burp her, causing the other girls to giggle, and they laughed even harder when she actually burped. Susie had 'Play on laptop' listed on her schedule for several hours, so Richard pulled off the goggles and the mittens; the headphones remained, and Susie hooked them up herself to play light, soft music as she read some of her favorite stories. Half an hour of 'Be cuddled' was in the middle of that, and it was a chore Richard readily accepted. Dinner came next, and this was the only time he left her alone, putting her on the couch with Leslie so that he could go cook. There were two final elements to the schedule that Richard was looking forward to, as he said at the dinner table. The very last one was a bath, and when he told the group that, they erupted into giggle fits - they all knew what the what the penultimate one was, the thing that Richard and Susie often did before baths. (Zoe and Leslie were starting to pick up the same habit as well.) Once he had finished spoonfeeding her dinner, he carried her back upstairs, the group looking at the two of them with smirks, and took off his dress, socks, and regular male underwear. He pulled down her diaper cover, undid her wet diaper, and carefully wiped her. He then gently lowered his head down there, licking and kissing, tasting her wetness, his tongue softly lapping at her clit as she gently shuddered. And then he entered her, slowly at first, holding his babified queen as he started to thrust in and out, and she moaned behind her pacifier and wrapped her mittens around him. He embraced her, her growing breasts soft against his chest as his thrusts grew harder, refusing to prematurely ejaculate through sheer force of will. The two of them stayed like that, hugging and loving and having deep, moaning sex, for a good half hour before he finally erupted inside her. He gently took off the goggles and headphones, unbuckling the pacifier. "Was everything to your satisfaction, Your Majesty?" he asked, smiling. She smiled up at him, laughing a bit, coming down from the sexual high. "It certainly was, Ricky. It really, really was." She giggled a little bit more, trying to summon her dominant attitude back up. "Now release your queen and get the wash started before bathtime." Everything they had been wearing had quickly become a sticky mess, mostly from sweat. "Did you enjoy taking care of me?" "I did, Your Majesty," he said, smiling as he undid her mittens. "I'd love to do it again." "Don't worry, you'll definitely be taking care of me more, especially seven, eight months from now," she told him seriously. He did not need to think hard to figure out why. Susie would be very pregnant over the winter and early spring. "And then we'll have someone else to take care of." "We certainly will, Your Majesty," Richard said, kissing her feet gently as he took off her booties. Relaxing in the bath with her, holding her close in bed, he had nearly forgotten there was such a thing as evil in the world.

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Betsy returned to her life story refreshed and ready to reveal another chapter. She lay on her bed, realizing that she was getting older, but wondered if she was getting any wiser? Betsy was living with Doris and Bingo and her entire focus was on her career, which was growing more successful with each passing semester. After a disastrous one-night stand with John, Betsy was only too glad she wasn't dating any man on a steady basis. Doris also engrossed herself into her modeling and it took...

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Betsys JourneyChapter 10

The summer rolled along with Betsy fixing her new house. There wasn't too much wrong, but she meticulously remodeled and redecorated things until all the rooms were the way she wanted them. The house had a nice backyard, which gave her the chance to plant beautiful flowers, and she felt like a real homebody for once in her life. It was a wonderful feeling and soon she developed a longing for deeper roots. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until winter was almost over. That was when GE's...

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Betsys JourneyChapter 5 A Love Affair With Thomas Continues with Susan

With many tears, Debbie moved. Betsy stayed in contact with her for several years, but by and by, the letters and phone calls stopped. She still thought of her dear friend every once in awhile and felt immense regret for not keeping in closer contract with Debbie. Then Betsy realized their friendship was just like any other. They would always care immensely for each other even if their heartfelt emotions faded with time. The winter came and went. Thomas met her family and Betsy even...

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Bettina und ihr Lover 1 Teil

Ich bin der Phillip, bin 18 Jahre und gehe noch zur Schule. Wohne also noch bei meinen Eltern. Bislang hatte ich mit dem anderen Geschlecht noch keine Erfahrungen gemacht gehabt, bis sich folgendes letzten Herbst ereignete:Wie so oft war ich bei meinem Besten Kumpel bis spät abends um an der PS4 zu zocken. Irgendwann drückte aber doch die Blase und ging auf's Klo. Mein Kumpel war noch mitten drin am Zocken, während mein Char im Kugelhagel abgeknallt worden war. Während ich mich erleichterte...

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Betsys JourneyChapter 6 A Love Affair With Thomas Continues with Susan

Betsy rushed back to her spare bedroom wanting to finish the chapter, 'A Thomas Affair.' She recalled it was late October when they returned from Atlantic City. Thomas had told her all about Ted and explained, as best he could, about how much he relied on the business from Ted's company. Apparently Ted was so pleased after the weekend getaway that he set the wheels in motion to upgrade the pharmacy section of his company, which meant big money for Thomas. Strange what men were willing to...

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Betsys JourneyChapter 11

Betsy was more than ready for the best chapter of her life story. Her journey seemed like an eternity until she met Mr. Right. Danny was 6'3", very good looking and he had a very athletic physique. He played various sports during his college days and excelled in football. He was even drafted, as a safety, but chose Med School to become a shrink instead. It was Danny's eyes that Betsy first noticed about him. He had dark, mystic eyes that were a combination of blue and green, which she...

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Beths Big Night

Introduction: This is 99.9% true, the only thing changed is Bills name to protect his privacy. Beths Big Night. The night started like any other. When Jim got home, he asked his wife if they could get a sitter for the evening. His wife Beth told him she might be able to get someone, and wanted to know what he had in mind. He told here he wanted to take the bike out, and if she could find a sitter they could go riding together. She made some calls and told him her mom would watch them. A few...

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Betsys JourneyChapter 3

Betsy had something to eat and felt thoroughly refreshed. The weekend dream festival was progressing exactly as planned and she still had chapters of her life story to review. Her grad school relationship with Ron was over and thankfully she had gotten rid of a demon that had bothered her for many years. Then she remembered the promise to go over everything that happened in the SM chamber owned by Ron's boss. Now that she had rid herself of the nightmares from the experience, she looked...

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Betsys Creampie chapter 4

As usual, a lonely night alone in a hotel room. He was in his underwear and had a t-shirt on. Through out the night, he’d been trading texts with friends. He longed for the phone calls with a real girl friend. It was years since he had a girl that was fun and sexually exciting. All the girls in the past 5 years were, by his definition, boring and slightly above prudish. Sex in bed, an occasional blowjob, never swallow and no excitement or experimenting. Where were the girls from his college...

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Elisabeth

"Elisabeth"By: EericBlog: abmwmw.blogspot.com***********************************************************************My name is John and I go to the West college, it's a rather small college. My girlfriend Elisabeth also goes to the same college.We met a little less than a year ago and have been dating ever since.I'm 22 years old.I am not what you would call an athlete, I have a rather skinny body.I'm really into computers so I help the teachers at the college withthe computer classes. I also...

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Elisabeth

My name is John and I go to the West college, it's a rather small college. My girlfriend Elisabeth also goes to the same college. We met a little less than a year ago and have been dating ever since.I'm 22 years old. I am not what you would call an athlete, I have a rather skinny body.I'm really into computers so I help the teachers at the college with the computer classes. I also help out with students who don't really care for computers and try to get them to use them more.My girlfriend...

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Bethanys Sins

Bethany's Sins (Pride and Greed in too great a measure) Bethany knew beyond doubt that she was the best. Today, she had waltzed outof her low-paid job with the DeMoeira Investments Company with a cool halfa billion dollars to her name (or rather, names, for she used several to claimit all), and to really prove how good she was, she even managed to carry tenmillion in notes right past the security men. Not all the hundreds of millionshad come from this one operation, of course: she had pulled...

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Bettina and the Picture Book

These are excerpts from my novella, The Pohlheim Chronicles.E mail me at [email protected] for the complete story..1...... The Baron was turning the page of the big book and as he did so his hand delved further, pushing her silk panties down to her thighs, his fingers moving closer to her secret place. The feeling that was circulating around her lower torso suddenly flared and filled that private place of hers with heat. She closed her eyes again as the rest of the world seemed to fade...

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Marybeth becomes a ham yl

Marybeth becomes a Ham YL My name is Marybeth Greene, and I was always a quiet kid, much more interested in science and technology, reading, and just vegging rather than sports. What was also different about me was that even from an early age, I knew that I really wasn't a boy. I knew that from a very early age, living in an apartment in a large North Jersey City, with only two other girls to play with. Hopscotch, jumprope, jacks, dolls, tea parties, whatever. My mom even let me...

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Bettie a Swarm Cycle Year Four Story

It started with an accident. Svetlana (a tiger) and Spots (a jaguar) were playing a trick routinely done to me by the cheetah sisters, Dash and Flash. Spots got behind me and Svetlana stood on her hind legs and pushed me over. Normally I would simply have rolled out without injury, but Svetlana fell on top of me, all 325 pounds of her, and my head smacked on the floor hard enough that I saw stars. The next thing I knew was Fannie Mae’s concerned face staring at me. I was laying in a sleep...

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Betsys First Threesome

It all started out as a perfectly ordinary Saturday night-and ended up as a perfectly wonderful one, one which changed our neighborhood's babysitter's lifestyle forever. Even though she was 20, Betsy often baby-sat for neighbors to earn enough money to continue her studies at the local college. Ours is an average, middle class neighborhood and the people are nice. We're the Rukeson's, I'm Bill and Sharon is my wife, in our late thirties. We made our plans and had Betsy sit for our one...

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Marybeth Strikes

My sister Anne (she's the religious one in the family) tells me that I am a whore. I love her dearly, but what does she know? She's twenty-eight and still a virgin. It was my own fault though. I never should have taken Alan anyplace where someone who knows me could have seen us together, but see us together Anne did, kissing and hugging, and the next day she demanded to know what I was doing. When you have been caught there is no use in denying so I told her I was spending some quality time...

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Babette Collared

Babette - Collared By: Rachael Free It was a relaxing day as I sat on my front porch getting some sun. It was my day off and I didn't want any interruptions. My job is very stressful and taking time to just relax is special to me. I am a programmer and work a lot of hours. The only good thing is that I work from home. I don't have much interaction with any coworkers and do all my work over the internet. I only have one sister in my family and she lives in Hawaii so I rarely ever get...

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Beths introduction

Beth and her mother went to visit her aunt Ann. Ann was home from the hospital after giving birth to her son. Going in Beth asked where Robert was. Her mother put her hand on her shoulder and said not now. Ann said he has to stay there for a couple of more weeks. As they say talking Beth noticed Ann rubbing her chest. Ann said, I'll pay for it if you'd go get some takeout. Beth's mother asked if Beth could stay. Smiling Ann said of course. As Ann rubbed her chest again Beth asked, why did you...

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Von einer harmlosen Busfahrt zu einer gnadenlosen Gruppenvergewaltigung

Katharina stand an der Bushaltestelle und wartete auf den Bus. Es war so verflucht heiß. Es musste mindestens 35 Grad haben. Selbst unter ihrem luftigen Sommerkleid war es kaum auszuhalten. Sie hatte heute noch einiges in der Uni-Bibliothek zu tun gehabt und nun konnte sie endlich ins Wochenende starten. Sie strich sich eine Strähne ihres blonden Haares aus der Stirn. Sie sah auf ihre Uhr. Natürlich hatte der Bus Verspätung. Wenn sie noch viel länger hier draußen stand würde sie dank ihrer...

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Betsy

Betsy and I had been married for a little over twelve years. We were living the American Middle Class Dream. Three great kids, our own home, two cars in the garage — the whole bit. I had always thought that ours was the perfect marriage. I loved her and I'd always thought that she loved me, but I recently found out that my loving wife had a secret life — a life that cast doubt on whether she had any feelings for me at all. I'd be insulting Betsy if I said she was a stay at home mom who...

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Betsy CarterChapter 22

Sally looked up from her microscope. She smiled upon seeing the slightly dazed expression on Betsy’s face. “So how was the date Tuesday night?” “It was great,” Betsy answered. “So what did you do?” “We had dinner at the condo,” Betsy said. She’d had a stack of ten large pizzas delivered to the condo before he had arrived. There were still a few slices left. “That’s convenient. When did he leave?” “What’s today?” Betsy asked. Sally’s eyebrows shot up. “It’s Thursday.” “He left...

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Betsy CarterChapter 20

Betsy opened the door to her condo and said, “Come on in, Sally.” Sally took one look at Betsy and then asked, “What happened to you?” “What?” “You’re glowing,” Sally said. “I had a date last night,” Betsy answered grinning broadly. “You had a date, and you didn’t tell me?” Sally asked feeling a little hurt. Betsy shrugged her shoulders and said, “According to my staff, I was in a tizzy.” “A tizzy?” “Yes,” Betsy said while stepping back so that Sally could enter the apartment. “I...

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Betting Night

*Warning, contains rape theme at the end of the story.* Betting Night By J. Setak I wouldn't say that I had a problem with gambling; it was just my way to get a kick out of life. It was great. Usually, on a Friday evening I would go to the casino with my friends and lose some money on the poker tables or roulette. I loved one of the Casino's that was near me called, "Tyler's Casino", purely out of superstition. I had won the most amount of money that I had ever done at this place...

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Betsy the McBrides Ch 01

Four-fifteen on a lightly raining morning marked what appeared to be the start of social disintegration in the life of Betsy Milton-Stewart. Betsy awoke to hear her husband Royce cry, ‘I don’t feel well.’ He coughed and gurgled, starved for air, dying of a massive coronary at 4:15. A former star athlete and regional Young Businessman of the Year winner, Royce (40) was publisher of The Sentinel, the morning newspaper for Milton Falls and outlying settlements. Regrettably for Betsy, that...

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Betsy the McBrides Ch 03

SIX Matilda McBride served lunch on the deck of her rough sawn timber-clad home that overlooked the Milton River, only half a mile upstream of the falls that gave the town its name. Easily the most vivacious widow in Milton Falls over the age of fifty, Matilda was dressed in a wildly splashed pink, yellow and green colored shirt and tight jeans that revealed only an entree of ‘dropped’ ass. Matilda had indirectly told her new friend and business associate, Betsy Milton-Stewart her age. In...

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Betsy Goes to School

It was my first night at St. Marta's School for women, and had woken up when my roommate slid in to my bed with me.I had arrived with all the other girls, supposedly all raised in a religious environment, and all having a mother who had gone here before us. My mom and dad had never let me date, and the internet was something sent by the devil to lead me into temptation. I had been a little shocked at some of the language the other girls used when the nuns weren't around, but tried to not let...

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Betsy CarterChapter 4

With her business finished in Vancouver, Betsy stepped out of the jet looking fresh and alert. She was happy to be back in Hawaii. She was hungry and needed a little exercise. She somersaulted off the top step to the ground below. It wasn’t that great of a height, but it was enough to boost her energy level up another notch. Stacy followed behind her, looking a little worse for wear. It was obvious that she was tired. She had that rumpled look that came from sitting in a plane for too long....

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Betsy CarterChapter 21

Betsy topped the hill leading into town at a nice sedate run. At least, it was sedate for her. She was purposefully keeping her pace slow, so as to not look too anxious. Her eyes went immediately to the little store below. She smiled upon seeing that Chuck was seated outside. She frowned when he got out of his chair and raced into the store. She smiled when he came back out of the store carrying a sign. He held it up for her to see. It read, “Stop and try my Hawaiian Fruit Blast.” Her smile...

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Betsy CarterChapter 3

The table was loaded with enough food to feed a small army: scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, toast, hash browns, pancakes, porridge, and fresh fruits. The offerings filled the little serving trays and bowls, from which the people gathered around the table could assemble their own meal. Betsy grabbed a substantial portion from each tray. Charlie took some eggs, toast, and fresh fruits. Candice ate a bowl of porridge, and some fresh fruits. There was no conversation while they ate. Betsy...

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Betsys JourneyChapter 2 The Relationship Ends

Betsy willingly returned to her secret weekend retreat ready for more. She would be turning 40 very soon and considered the prospect very frightful. Lately she seemed to be daydreaming more and more and it was all about her journey through life. Betsy loved dreaming with her eyes closed and watching the animated images of her life story pass across her darkened eyelids. Lately she was obsessed with fantasizing especially about some of the lewd and erotic events that happened over the...

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Betsy CarterChapter 6

Betsy took a seat at the head of the conference table in the modular office. Once again, she was dismayed by the barrenness of the office. There were six plain metal desks, three to each side of the room, facing the front door. The chairs were plain ‘office mega-store discount chairs’ that, in her opinion, were just plain ugly and looked uncomfortable. There weren’t any partitions to give even a modicum of privacy. There were no personalized knickknacks or photographs on the desks. There...

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Betsy The Fucking Perfect Wife

Betsy seemed like almost the perfect mate. I was 28, single, had been very successful the first three years I worked for the most prestigious law firm in Austin trying lawsuits against large multinational corporations that tried to screw average people, and was tired of the dating scene. I wanted a woman to share my life with; and kids. Everything about Betsy said she was the one. Betsy was 22, a college graduate, and worked in pharmaceutical sales. It was not surprising that she worked in...

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Betsy CarterChapter 16

Betsy sighed. “What’s the matter?” Sally asked. Betsy was doing dumbbell hammer curls with a pair of twenty pound weights. She sped up her repetition rate. “I’m never going to meet a guy,” Betsy said. “Yes, you will,” Sally said. “I’ve never had a boyfriend. I’m still a virgin,” Betsy said. “Same here,” Sally said. Betsy said, “Maybe you are still a virgin, but at least you’ve got a boyfriend. At least you’ve been kissed once.” “I don’t have a boyfriend,” Sally said. “What about...

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Betsy CarterChapter 11

It was approaching lunchtime when Betsy stepped into Sally’s darkened laboratory. The only sources of light were the fish tanks, and the base of the microscope. It was enough light to see by once the eyes became adjusted to the low level, but that always took a moment upon entering. The soft burble of the aquariums running provided a background noise that one noticed initially upon arriving in the room, but which faded from awareness after a few minutes. The effect of the darkness and soft...

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Betsy CarterChapter 20

Betsy awoke as a result of a hand shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes to find Sharon kneeling over her. The light was just barely bright enough from outside to see Sharon. The woman put her forefinger on her lips in the universal gesture not to say a word. She then beckoned Betsy with a finger to follow her out of the plane. Curious, Betsy followed the woman. False dawn was rapidly approaching. It brought with it enough light to see her surroundings fairly well. She could leave for...

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Betsy CarterChapter 13

The contrast between the lush Hawaiian tropical paradise and the harsh dry Arizona desert is not only visually striking, but is a shock to all of the senses. The rich sounds of birds, the odor of plants growing wildly, and the feel of humidity in the air is so different from the silence, the dull smell of sand, and the desiccating dryness. It is a wonder that both places can exist on the same world. Making the transition from Hawaii to Arizona was softened by the long flight between the two...

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Betsy CarterChapter 14

Betsy had jogged past the building a hundred times in the past, but had never gone inside. This particular morning, she noticed Lucy walking towards the entrance. She changed the direction of her run, and headed towards the door. “Lucy!” Lucy stopped while opening the door. Betsy had slowed to a walk. Lucy looked over at her sister-in-law wondering what she wanted. In a way, it was hard getting used to watching Betsy walking rather than running. She held the door open, and waited patiently...

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Betsy CarterChapter 8

The crack of a high powered rifle firing was clearly heard above the din of evening traffic. A second later, there was another shot fired. The majority of people didn’t even appear to notice the sounds. A handful of students stopped and looked around, before deciding that it had been nothing. Betsy sighed. “First the sniper, and then the spotter. Scratch two more evil minions,” Betsy muttering her interpretation of the two shots. Rather than returning home to her condo, Betsy headed towards...

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Betsy CarterChapter 10

The middle aged man ran across the parking lot, glancing fearfully over his shoulder for signs of pursuit. He tripped over a concrete parking lot divider, flying face first towards the pavement. While attempting to catch his fall, he let loose of his briefcase. It skittered across the pavement. Ignoring his cuts and scrapes, he scrambled forward to catch his briefcase. His suit was torn and dirty as a result of his fall. Betsy had detoured from her parkour run across the roof of the...

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Betsy CarterChapter 2

Colonel Stewart watched the young woman running across the top of the four story building. She was headed across the building he was facing. He gasped when she suddenly changed directions and jumped off the building. Unable to believe what he was seeing, his jaw dropped when she grabbed the flag pole in mid-flight and then slid to the ground. Seconds later, she was headed in his direction. Major Morgan said, “Did you see that?” “Yes.” Both men watched her approach them. She slowed down....

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Betsy CarterChapter 15

“It’s clear what we need to do. We need to restore the banks by lending money to them. They can collect the bad debts and repay the loans. That’s the quickest way to return to a regular economy.” The man had been speaking in a tone of voice suggesting that he was talking to an ignorant school kid. His whole manner was dismissive of his audience, and that didn’t sit well with some of the people in the room. One person, in particular, was getting very irritated. “Are you an idiot?” The man...

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Betsy CarterChapter 17

Sally floated into the condo as if walking on air. Betsy hadn’t seen her since the afternoon she had sent Steve over, with instructions that he was to kiss her. She had not been around the condo, her lab, or her apartment, for two days. She hadn’t answered her phone during that entire time, either. Betsy took one look at her and said, “I guess you’ve been kissed.” “Yes,” Sally said. Sally had been kissed! And, despite her lack of experience, she knew she had been kissed well. He had...

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Betsy CarterChapter 18

Betsy watched a tree remove the wing from her side of the jet, thinking that this had to be the trip from hell. The jet made another spine wrenching jog when another tree removed the wing from the other side of the aircraft. There was a jolt, then the jet came to an abrupt stop, and then the world went black. Unable to guess how long she had been unconscious, Betsy woke with a start. She glanced around the little commuter jet that was supposed to have taken her and ten other passengers from...

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Betsy CarterChapter 9

“Hi, Mom.” “Hi, Betsy,” Ling said. “What’s up?” “Ivan is dead.” “It was going to happen, sooner or later,” Betsy said. “It looks like Russians are leaving Hawaii by the plane load,” Ling said. “I’m sure that they all got tired of the sand and sun,” Betsy said. Barely cracking a smile, Ling said, “The word is out that if anyone is even rude to you, that person and his or her entire family will be punished, permanently.” “I can live with that,” Betsy said. Ling looked at all of the...

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Betsy CarterChapter 5

The cell phone rang. Thinking it was important, Betsy answered without checking the caller id. “Hello?” William said, “Hello, Betsy.” “What’s up?” “Just called to tell you to say: ‘yes.’” “Yes?” Betsy asked. “Yes.” Betsy said, “Okay. I say: ‘yes.’” “You haven’t been asked the question yet,” William said. “What question?” “You’ll know the question when you hear it,” William said. “I hate it when you do this to me,” Betsy said in frustration. William laughed. “By the way, you’ve...

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Betsy CarterChapter 8

Chuck stepped into the manufacturing facility. It was a machine shop that produced ‘one off’ kinds of products. Usually, they were parts to repair equipment used in other manufacturing facilities. It had filled a niche market, prior to the collapse. He had purchased a five percent share of the business about a month before the collapse. The owner, Al Lynch, had run short of capital when trying to purchase a couple of very high precision machines in order to support a contract with one of the...

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Betsy CarterChapter 4

Betsy was at the head of the conference room jumping a skip rope, it was actually a length of CAT-5 cable, while waiting for the next applicant to come into the room. What she had thought would be easy was turning out to be a nightmare. The last applicant had gotten so frustrated trying to talk with Betsy, who was jumping up and down skipping rope, that she had stormed out of the room swearing that she had never dealt with anyone so rude. Betsy had been crushed. Ed, Ling, Dan, and Kelly were...

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Betsy CarterChapter 19

Betsy turned on her cell phone, and set it down on the instrument panel. The light, although not very bright, managed to displace the overwhelming and depressing darkness inside the cabin. She looked over at Ben and saw that he was looking a little pale. “Is that better?” Betsy asked. “It’s much better,” Ben said. “Good. I got Sharon’s cell phone next to the two guys who are trapped in the back,” Betsy said. “How are they?” “They keep drifting in and out of consciousness. They aren’t...

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Betsy CarterChapter 13

Chuck stepped out of the jet and looked around hoping to spot Betsy. A blur was heading towards him. He braced himself for the impact. She threw herself at him, landing with her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. He staggered back a step or two. She was kissing him passionately with tears running down her cheek. In a husky voice, Chuck said, “I missed you.” “I missed you.” Chuck said, “We need to stop by my house.” “Don’t worry, I straightened it up. I cleaned out...

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Betsy CarterChapter 19

Betsy walked down to the beach intending to have a nice relaxing swim. It was the weekend and the house was a little crowded. She was still bothered by Chuck’s abduction, but at least something good came of it. He was now living at her house, where he could be adequately protected. There were other benefits of having him around so much, too. At the moment, though, she just wanted a little time of her own. She desired a chance to just get her thoughts in order. It seemed to her that things...

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Betsy CarterChapter 24

Betsy stood in front of a full body mirror, looking at her reflection. She was wearing a black robe. This was the first time she had put one on. Rather than having the full length sleeves of Druid robes, the robe she wore was sleeveless. This allowed the golden torq, her symbol of service to the Two-Sided One on her arm, to be visible. She turned a little to catch her profile in the mirror. Then she turned the other way examining her appearance once again. She decided she liked the way the...

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Betsy CarterChapter 6

The evening’s entertainment came to a typical end. The curtains closed, the lights came up, the applause died, and the audience rose to make their way out of the theater. It was noisy and chaotic with individual groups of people caught up in their own conversations and actions. Engaged in their own little dramas, no one noticed the pair of young women who hadn’t moved. Betsy sat there with tears running down her cheeks. “It was a comedy,” Sally said. They had just watched a university...

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Betsy CarterChapter 18

It was three o’clock in the morning when the jet Betsy was on arrived at the Honolulu airport. It touched down on the runway, and taxied over to the hangar. Betsy looked out the window. There was one person on duty, along with the limousine driver waiting for them to exit the jet. The man on duty was wearing the overalls that identified him as a mechanic. The limousine driver was wearing the typical black outfit of commercial limo drivers everywhere. While gathering her stuff, Betsy asked...

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Betsy CarterChapter 7

Ling woke up, immediately aware that every part of her body hurt. She started going through the mental inventory of body parts. Ribs? It hurt to breathe, so she had a couple of cracked ribs. She gingerly moved her arms, legs, fingers, and toes. She was relieved to discover that there weren’t any casts. There weren’t any broken bones. She tried to locate a muscle that wasn’t screaming out in pain and failed, miserably. She knew it was going to hurt to get up and try to move around. She...

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Betsy CarterChapter 14

Sweating profusely, Betsy wrestled the fifty-five gallon steel drum down the ramp from the ‘Bloated Shark’ to the dock. The wooden ramp creaked under the strain of the load. Forty-five gallons of salt water weighed over three hundred and eighty pounds. It was a little too bulky and heavy for even Betsy to carry. The Bloated Shark was the name she had given the tugboat she had purchased for a research platform. When she had found it, it was just an old tug that had seen better days. It had...

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