2011

it's italian. I only wanted test it. Now I will copy and past the text of the chapter.  Chapter One I was nineteen years old and I'd managed to sneak into the Amazon's house. I'd broken the basement window and lowered a rope to the floor. Despite my young age, my small body was toned and athletic — perfect for the extreme sports I practiced regularly. I didn't like weapons, and in case I was discovered by the homeowners, I'd brought along a few simple tricks: some stadium smoke bombs to cover my escape, a few firecrackers to simulate gunshots, and a toy pistol I'd painted black to make it look real. If I pulled the trigger, a little flag would pop out with the word: Bang! Cheap tricks, but I had a lot of faith in them. After all, I didn't want to hurt anyone, and up until now, I'd never needed to use them. I usually entered a house, took everything of value, and left through the same point I'd entered, without anyone ever noticing my presence. As I moved through the apartment, I entered the master bedroom and spotted several things that immediately caught my attention: a latest-generation smartphone, a computer that would fetch a fortune on the market, various jewelry, and some cash. I put everything in my backpack before leaving the room, but before turning around, I noticed a police uniform hanging from the wardrobe. Fuck! I thought to myself. But if I don't get caught, I can maybe brag about it to my friends. Continuing my exploration of the house, I noticed a room with a gigantic bed — so big it seemed made for someone far larger than me. Hope that's not for a little, I thought, a shiver running down my spine, before resuming my exploration of the house. During my search, I saw in one room what looked like a nursery — so big it could have been made for me, and it made me shiver. Hope that's not for a little, I told myself, moving down the hallway — when the front door made a sound, like a key turning in the lock. Shit! I thought, looking for a hiding place. I found a closet and ducked inside, hoping the owner of the house wouldn't find me. --- The darkness was complete. My heart pounded. I held my breath. The front door opened. A click — the key coming out of the lock. Then the thud of the door closing. Footsteps. Heels. Decisive. Measured. One step after another, coming closer down the hallway. I held my breath. The heels stopped. A silence. Then a voice — warm, deep, with an accent I didn't recognize: — I know you're here, little one. My stomach twisted. Fuck fuck fuck. A step. Closer. — I'm taller than you. And I can see over the shelves. Chapter 1 The closet door opened. The hallway light hit my eyes, blinding me for a moment. She was there. On the threshold. I had to look up to see her face. Very far up. She wore a dark suit. The jacket open over a white blouse. The heels made her look like a building. The Amazon. — Hello, little mouse — she said. Her voice was calm. Almost affectionate. — You've made quite a mess.

I wear Babykins vinyl pants, everyday over cloth Prefold or cloth pull up diapers. Have for many years.

Red Hot Fourth of July. by Alec Leamus. From: hgredlens327@webmail.com To: williamconner@cornerstonerealty.com Subject: URGENT! It’s me, Laura! Bill! I have tried calling you and texting you! This is my last resort. I know you are in a meeting but I hope you get this email very soon. Please check your email! I only have a few minutes. If I am caught writing this it won’t be good. I need you to come home right away! I am two doors down at in the yellow Victorian house at Mrs. Gredlens. I need you come here and pick me up now! I know you how you are, and I know you won’t come unless you know why. So here goes. You know how packages keep disappearing off our porch? I had just gotten out of the shower, and I heard a noise. I ran to the door and without thinking and it slammed shut behind me. I was locked out just in my towel. I went to our back gate which was locked. That gate is high, and I sort of fell over it. The towel ripped on the gate, but at least I was in the backyard. But I was naked. Luckily, Caroline’s swimsuit was drying outside. Don’t laugh but it was the only thing to wear. There was no way I was going to stay naked, even in our backyard. Especially with the neighbors in full Fourth of July mode next door. Wow, they have a lot of loud relatives! Anyway, I was embarrassed to find out I could fit into a twelve-year old’s swimsuit. But it wasn’t a pleasant experience. The one-piece was still damp, and it completely flattened out my breasts and rear. I caught a quick glimpse of myself in our dining room window. It was startling how young I looked. I checked every window and door. We really need to get some keyless locks or a hide-a-key. Everything was locked tight. I thought about breaking a window, but I remembered how much we paid for them and thought better of it. So, I reluctantly went next door to the Roscoe’s. I figured I could call you and wait there. As you know I am not a fan of the Roscoe’s. They are noisy and trashy. I rang the doorbell, and some kids answered the door then ran away. The entire house was in chaos. Kids and dogs running everywhere. I peeked outside and saw even more people. Most of the adults were outside. They were half dressed and half drunk. There was no way I was going out there. So, I stayed inside and hoped to find a quiet corner to wait. I managed to find a phone and call you, but you didn’t answer. I don’t think the Roscoe’s even knew I was there. And nobody else noticed me either. I think they probably thought I was just one of the kids. A visiting relative. I sat in a corner and watched the craziness. I was really uncomfortable sitting there, but it was getting dark, and I was starting to get a little cold. All I had on was a damp swimsuit which didn’t help. I started to get up to look for a towel when the kids started setting off firecrackers in the house. Some adult yelled for them to take outside. The order wasn’t just for the noise. The adults were starting to pile into the house and wanted to take over the living room. I wanted to dart down the hall into the bathroom or any room, but my escape was cut off. So, I found myself being herded onto the front lawn with most of the other kids. It didn’t matter as I really did not want to be recognized anyway. The scene on the lawn grew wilder so I kept my distance. After a few minutes, several the kids ran off down the street. The ones that remained continued to set off bigger and bigger fireworks. Then one went sideways and ended up on Mrs. Gredlens’ front porch. It broke her window and started a small blaze in her potted plants right near her door. I ran up to stomp it out because it looked like it might catch her whole house on fire. That’s when the door crashed open. Mrs. Gredlens knows me, but I had no idea her eyesight was so bad. She completely did not recognize me. It didn’t matter I had no time to explain as she twisted my ear and dragged me over to her front porch wicker chair. I started screaming when I realized what was happening. She sat down and pulled me over her knee. She spanked me about ten times. I will never forget the sound of her hand hitting my swimsuit. Next thing I know she had me up on my feet and was dragging me inside. She is very strong and much taller than me, so it wasn’t a problem for her, even at her age. I was so stunned by the spanking, which hurt a lot, that I didn’t even notice it when she pulled the two straps off my shoulders. The next thing I knew she was tugging the suit down my body! I started to yell but she landed some quick slaps to my already red bottom. In an instant I was naked again! She popped my butt again several times as she rambled on about bad neighbors, hooligans, and misbehaving children. There was no way I could convince her I was an adult at this point. Tears were streaming down my face. Then I looked down and remembered I had completely shaved in the shower. And the lasting compression effect of the swimsuit did my body no favors. I probably looked like a little kid to her. She marched me into the corner and put my hands on my head. Then she turned away with my swimsuit. She said she was going next door to find my parents. Then she shut and locked the door. Luckily, the room she left me in was some sort of home office. I managed to open her old webmail email program. But you have to hurry because she won’t be long. I don’t want the Roscoes or anyone else from that party coming over here and claiming me as their daughter. I can’t even imagine what those drunken idiots would do. My butt is on fire. Please hurry! - Laura Part Two From: jroscoe@aol.com To: williamconner@cornerstonerealty.com Subject: EMERGENCY! I am divorcing you! Bill, If you are not here in fifteen minutes, I am divorcing you! I am now in the Roscoe’s house. Come home and get me! Mrs. Gredlens came back with the Roscoes, one adult and several children. I was beyond embarrassed and pushed my body into the corner. They stood right there and giggled at my red behind. I was petrified Mrs. Gredlens planned on sending me away nude. Thankfully she borrowed some clothing from the Roscoes. She smacked my naked bottom again and ordered me to get dressed. The pop made me yelp. Then I had to turn around while they all watched me pull on the tiny white underwear with hearts, the short pink shorts and blue t- shirt and cheap daisy flowered flip flops. When I got to the Roscoe’s house, I tried to find a phone, but I couldn’t. No one has a landline anymore and all the cell phones were being used by the adults. The oldest teen, Jessica, who is seventeen, had reluctantly been put in charge of all the children. She was not happy with this assignment. I found this out the hard way. Jessica was always watching us but even if I tried to leave the living room was blocked with drunken adults. There was no clear path through them to the door. All the kids gathered in the back bedrooms. I noticed one of the windows was open. When they all ran into the other bedroom to look at something on YouTube, I scrambled out the open window. I figured I would hop our fence and wait in our back yard until you got home. At least now I had clothes so I wouldn’t be too cold, and anything was better than this July fourth chaos. I was just about to slip down onto the grass when Jessica’s hand grabbed my ankle. She wrestled me back into the bedroom and roughly pulled me over her lap. Involuntarily I shouted, “I am not a little girl!” Unaffected Jessica landed several swift spanks to my bottom while she lectured me about “responsibility and behavior”. I didn’t really hear her as the pain in my already reddened rear was distracting. Jessica stood me on my feet and spun me toward the mirror. “Oh really?” she mocked. Then she warned me the next time would be on my bare bottom. She is much taller than me so I believe she could make could on her threat! You have to come get me! Then a scream interrupted her next thought and she stormed off to manage the noise. All I could do was stare at my reflection. When you get here don’t you dare laugh but I look like a well punished twelve-year-old. My face is puffy from crying and I forgot Mrs. Gredlens put my hair up in ponytail. My entire appearance is juvenile. I joined the other kids and when they ran off I typed this. If you don’t get here soon, I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t belong to anyone here. I don’t want to have to sleep here tonight or worse go home with one of these nitwits. Looking the way I do there is no way I can convince anyone I am an adult. Where are you?!!! - Laura

Fair enough, but in the words of Tess. "I'll learn how to use the potty soon and show them I'm a big girl not a baby." As she says she is a baby lmao

Evelyn shared her brother's pride at Amber's behavior toward Valeria and she agreed with her brother with keeping the girls play downstairs although she did trust Amber with keeper Valeria safe in her own room she was ten years old, "that is true to an extent, at least until Sherry is a bit more mature as well as Amber and maybe after baby proofing your home just until my daughter has better coordination and is more mature and more capable."