"Wrong is Wrong" First New Content 5/12/20

[enigma_66]

I've just been informed that my story "Wrong is Wrong" is being searched for, or was being searched for a  while back. It was part of the diaper dimension, but I quit the project about 5 years ago.  I've recently gotten the bug again and have planned to start it again. I believe I have it on my external hard drive and will upload it if I find it.

[enigma_66]

I'm currently still searching for it. A few wonderful souls have sent me the first 5 parts, but I am pretty certain I had a substantial bit more written.  

Wrong is Wrong - A Diaper Dimension Story 01-05 - by enigma_66

01

I lay there staring at the mobile, its stars and other cartoonish characters spinning slowly, with their annoying smiles.  I couldn’t help, but feel like they were taunting me and my precarious position. The mobile’s harmonious melody was eating away at my mind.  The tune was enjoyable as being waterboarded, and no matter how badly I tried there was no escaping my plush prison.

I could only look through the bars of my crib, at my surroundings.  The nightlight’s pale glow was just bright enough to make the rest of my new home visible at this early hour.  It was a toddler’s dream. Everything from the rocking horse, doll house, a rocking chair, and of course the changing table.  I tried to take a deep breath, and had forgotten the pacifier gag strapped in my mouth. 

My bottom had begun to itch, thanks to the spanking I had received a few hours earlier, and in response I stood up.  The flannel onesie I had been dressed in had become warm and I was beginning to become clammy.  I hated everything about my situation, and hated the couple that had “adopted” me even more.  The pig tails the amazonian hag had put my long blonde hair in were pulled too tight and my scalp had begun to hurt.

Worse of all, I could hear someone walking around outside the door of my “nursery”.  That’s when she walked through the door.  Closer, and closer she came, “Naomi, baby, why are you awake?” She asked extending her arms.

“Naomi, wake up! You’re having the nightmare again…” Jameson exclaimed, shaking my arm.

I shot up with a startled yelp.  I was covered in a cold sweat, sheets damp and clammy.  My pillow case looked as though it had been used to dry the dishes after a three course meal.

“Are you okay Naomi? It looked worse than usual.” He asked, sincerely concerned.

I gave a faint nod, “Yeah… It just seems so real…”

Jameson gave me a troubled look, and I gave a slight smile in response.  While Jameson was leaving he looked back, “You sure you don’t want me to stay a while?”

“No, I’m good, thanks.” It was the only response I could muster. I was still shaking from the nightmare, and I didn’t want him to see me break down if it were going to happen.  The last thing I wanted was a “Big” seeing me, a “Little” start bawling like a child, if it were to happen.  Without a word, he left.

“Get out of my head god dammit!” I mumbled to myself, with my hands clutching my temples.

Then, I set to the task of changing the sheets for the third time in a week.  If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought I was wetting the bed, as soaked as the sheets were. “God, I didn’t know you could sweat that much.” I whispered to no one in particular.

I knew I was done sleeping for…. I don’t know…. A decade, so I decided I’d take a shower, and begin the day.  It was only 4:00AM, but I wasn’t taking the chance of having that dream again.  I grabbed some clothes, and hopped in the shower.  I have to admit, it kind of sucks living in an apartment setup for a Big, when you’re small.  I pulled my step stool from the corner up to the shower and stepped my feet into the shower.  Jameson had helped me by adjusting a detachable shower head to fit my compact stature.  The handles were at face height for me, so reaching the shower head wasn’t an option.  I turned the water on, and quickly washed my hair, and body.  I slowly took my time to enjoy the feel of the cool water washing through shoulder length hair, down my petite breasts, and finally down my legs.  I massaged my hair with the conditioner, slowly.  I could still feel the tight pigtails pulling on my scalp.  I rubbed the soap on my body, from my shoulders, down past my chest, to my stomach, and ending at my legs.  The onesie still in my mind, constricting and hot.  I finished with rinsing, and turned the knobs to put an end to the flow of water.

I utilized my step stool once more to exit the confines of the shower, and dried myself.  Once again I needed my stool; this time to elevate me to the height of our sink and mirror.  I looked at my face, seeing the reflection of a 28 year old woman, not the toddler that so many of the monsters in the streets see.  My blue eyes glistened with hope, yet, tears of the fear I feel every time I leave the sanctuary of my residence.  The uncertainty of what could happen to me by simply walking out that door is a horror in its own sense.  Some see us as trophies, and the slight hint of freckling on my face some would say, makes me look “cute”.  I hate that word with a burning passion.  “This has got to stop…”  I proclaimed to myself.

I brushed my hair, and my teeth, stepped down, and put the stool in its proper place.  I dressed in a simple pair of shorts and top, leaving my hair hanging loose.  Walking to the kitchen, I grabbed my step stool and stepped to counter height.  I grabbed the remote on the counter and turned on the usual morning news. It was five minutes until 5:00AM.  It was a few minutes before it would even start, but it would just give me some time to start the coffee.  Jameson was an early riser, so he probably won’t be too long as it is.

I had to lean against the counter to reach the coffee maker, and filters. “Damn it Jameson, you clean freak.”  He always cleaned and pushed things back against the wall, making it nearly impossible for me to reach them.

“Hey now… I’d clean less, if you’d do a bit yourself.  Then you could have stuff right where you want it…”  I heard from behind me.

I looked back to see Jameson with a smirk on his face.  “Hey, it’s not like I’m sitting on butt, doing nothing, okay?” I retorted.

Jameson came over to the counter, and moved the coffee maker within arm’s reach.  He knew I’d be less than fun to deal with, if he tried to take over.  Once I was able to reach everything, I made quick work of the coffee, and it was brewing.  He had gone to brush his teeth, and do his morning routine, and by the time he was back I had two cups poured.  I allowed him to carry mine along with his, while I climbed into my seat at the kitchen table.  It was pretty easy to guess which one was mine, based on the booster in it.

The news started, and a male newscaster started, “Our top story of the morning, CAMOL gets its day in front of Congress.  Back after this commercial break.”

Jameson and I took a sip of our coffee, and looked at each other.  We didn’t talk, no words needed to be said.

The news came back a short time later.  The newscaster started again, “CAMOL, also known as Citizens Against the Mistreatment of Littles, is getting their day in front of Congress.  The group has been credited for the movement to stop the public from lending a hand to the less fortunate.  Specifically, that of what the general public refers to as “Littles”.  CAMOL has made it apparent their stance on what they have referred to as “abduction” or “slavery”.  In recent polls this movement has been shown to have caught a bit of traction in just about every area, but is still far below the general consensus.  For more on what the public thinks let’s go to Kelly Lewis downtown, who has been talking to a few people, Kelly…”  The screen faded to an amazon woman, standing next to a fountain.

“Thanks Ryan, I’ve talked to quite a few people this morning and I have to say, opinions are all over the board.  Some have told me, they think it’s time for a change, others have said they believe this is absurd.” She stopped and the camera panned to the right.  Kelly was standing next to another amazon like woman holding the hand of a Little.  The woman looked like your prototypical soccer mom, and was wearing a loose fitting, floral pattern sundress.   The Little was a man wearing denim shortalls with a cartoon puppy on the front, a pacifier clipped to the pocket, Velcro shoes, and had a very obvious diaper bulge.

“Ma’am, what do you think about this new movement?”  Kelly questioned.

“I’m offended beyond words!  Jackie is my life,” she stated clutching the man, picking the man up and sticking the pacifier in his mouth, “I would never do anything to hurt him.  He’s such a happy boy, how could they say he’s my slave?  Aren’t you Jackie, you’re my happy boy.” She asked rhetorically.  The man was as red as a beet, but said nothing.  “Jackie, why don’t you tell them what you think?” his “mommy” encouraged. He sniffled, shook his head vigorously, and buried his head into her shoulder.  “Uh-oh, I’m sorry, it smells like someone needs a change.” The lady said, and Kelly thanked her for talking to her. 

“Goodbye Jackie.” Kelly waved as she said it.  “Back to you, Ryan.”

“Thank you Kelly, and thank you Jackie.  The meeting with Congress will be taking place tomorrow afternoon at 3:00PM.  The organizer of the group, Naomi Reynolds will be standing in front of the floor to discuss her stance, as well as, how she feels it should be approached.  As a side note, Naomi Reynolds is a Little.  Does that change her stance is the question. Up next, weather with Michael Phillips.”  The newscaster spoke with an arrogant smile.

“How does the fact that I’m a Little mean diddly squat, you jerk wad!?” I yelled at the screen.  “Wrong is wrong!”

“Did you see that poor guy, Jameson? Did you?” I asked rhetorically.  “Look at what they did to him.  You want to know why I have nightmares?  That’s why.  That was me.  Those sick bastards did that to me. I was stuck like that for six months.  Six months…. Six months of my life…” I fell to my knees as tears rolled down my face.

02

I couldn’t breathe.  All that went through my head were the memories of what the evil bitch had done to me.  The diapers, the bottles, the pacifiers that were strapped into my mouth; how she would put me in the rompers, and parade me around town.  She knew she could do whatever she wanted, and no one would try to stop her.  Worse yet, they all supported it.  I stayed idle, on my knees, wiping the tears from my eyes when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

“Naomi, you never have to worry about something like that again.  I promise my life on it.”  Jameson uttered supportively, his hand still on my shoulder.

“We’ve got to stop this Jameson. No one should be used like some kind of pet.  That’s all these monsters are doing.” I replied placing my hand on his in response.

“C’mon, why don’t you explain what happened.  I’m here for you… Thick or thin, and wipe those tears.  The Naomi Reynolds I know faces obstacles head on… No fear…”  Jameson recommended while helping me up.

I wiped the tears again, and then my running nose.  I looked at him, and he was giving me a small smile and a slight nod.  I wasn’t exactly sure I wanted to reminisce about something I’d been trying to forget for the last four years of my life, but Jameson was my best friend.  “Okay…”

“You know, just like everyone else, it’s kind of unheard of to hire a Little for a decent job anymore.  Well, I found a marketing firm that not only was willing to interview me, but they weren’t embarrassed by the prospect of having Littles work for them.  I had been talking to them for a couple of weeks, and I was too excited to describe with words; I hadn’t believed I could have a real job, not since I was still in elementary school.

After the phone interviews, they told me they’d like to have me come into their office for an interview, face-to-face.  I can remember crying because I was so happy.  When the day came I did the usual routine before I left, you know check the street for Bigs and questionable cars, but everything was good.  A cab took me over to the office, and I did the interview.  The craziest thing was, there were Bigs, Littles, and Inbetweeners all working together, as equals.  There were Littles supervising Bigs and vice versa.  I knew right away that this was where I wanted to work the rest of my life.

When I was in the interview itself, it was a Big named Randall and a Little named Michelle that ran the company together.  They interviewed me for over an hour, but it didn’t even seem like an interview.  They just talked to me, never felt like I was being interrogated, never really felt like an interview at all, to tell you the truth.”

I could feel myself beginning to smile.

“I was offered the job two days later.  I’ve never been so happy.  I was on a perpetual high.  Randall and Michelle, the rest of the team, they were everything they had seemed like they were during the interview.

With my position, I didn’t deal with many… well, any clients face-to-face.  It was through e-mail or phone.   Two years after I started Randall called me into his office and had a new prospect.  They were a construction firm and they had been growing quicker than he’d ever seen.  He wanted me to “Make it happen”.  I did my research, and found out about the company.  A man named Matthew Edwards started the company, made it what it was, and then he unfortunately lost the battle with cancer.  That left the company to his wife, Rebecca.

It took me a month, but I finally got in touch with Rebecca, and she told me she was willing to discuss what we may have to offer, but only in person.  It wasn’t the first time I’d had someone say that, obviously, and we had people specifically for going into the field.  I told her I could have a representative meet with her, and that’s when she said she would only work with me, and only face-to-face.

I have to admit I was stupid…  Arrogant...  Working at the firm for two years, and having all of us work together had had some effect on judgment.  I wasn’t really all that nervous to meet with her.  Randall and Michelle both advised against it, but I just said they were being over precautious, and I’d be fine.  Randall and Michelle had become more than just my bosses in that two year, and I guess I was being like a teen that refused to listen to their parent.  Anyway, I agreed to meet with Rebecca that Friday, which was two days later.  I spent two days listening to Michelle and Randall asking me to rescind my offer to meet with her.  It fell upon deaf ears.

The morning of the meeting I went to work just like any other day, and got myself ready by making sure I had all of the necessary paperwork because I “knew” I was going to knock it out of the park and make a huge sale.  She even sent me a limo to take me to the meeting.  I was excited, nervous, and scared all at the same time, but most of all, determined to make the sale.

The driver took me to their headquarters and dropped me off.  He opened the door, and said “Good luck, Honey”.  I just shrugged it off; I wasn’t going to let it annoy me today.  I signed in at their front desk and waited… And waited… I sat there for an hour, with the ladies at the desk smiling at me, Bigs walking by and giving me looks while they passed, and wondering what the hell was going on.

Finally, I heard a man say, “Naomi Reynolds, Ms. Edwards is ready to see you.” I turned around to see a Big black man holding the elevator for me.  The guy looked like he could lift a car, he was huge.  I grabbed my bags and computer and entered the elevator. 

“Ms. Edwards is very excited to meet you Little Miss.” He commented while looking down at me.

“Good to hear.  I’m looking forward to showing her what we have to offer her.  Please, it’s Naomi.”  I replied a bit agitated.  It’s not just now.  I’ve never been very good with the derogatory size comments.  The elevator stopped and I exited quickly.

 “Good luck Little Miss.”  He said, almost sarcastically, as the doors closed.

I looked back, and couldn’t help but shake my head.  Her office was the only one on this floor, and the assistant was waiting right by the elevator.  She looked to be in her mid-fifties or a bit older, with graying hair in a bun.  She was a bit plump, without being fat.  She reminded me of the model nanny, to tell you the truth.

The more I tell you, the more I wish I could go back and say… “Duh…” 

“Hello sweetie, my name is Francine.  I’m Ms. Edwards’ assistant.  She’ll be with you in one moment.”  She patronized, while bending down to take my bags.

“It’s Naomi Reynolds, and I’ve got the bags.  Don’t worry about it.”  I retorted, with attitude this time. I backed away few steps leaned against the wall.  I was starting to get perturbed with Rebecca’s staff, to say the least.

“Of course it is…” Was Francine’s reply, with a condescending smile.

The gargantuan doors at the end of the room opened up and there was a beautiful Amazonian woman smiling at me.  Her beauty was truly hypnotizing.  She had shoulder length brunette hair, an absolutely flawless complexion, and her body… God, she looked like she should be in a fashion magazine.  I hated her for the way she looked.  At least then it was just jealousy.

“Naomi… Hello, how are you doing?” Rebecca asked in a chipper tone.  “Was the ride over acceptable?  I hope so.  I hope my staff treated you well…  Francine, bring me some coffee, and how about some water Naomi?  Yes, she’ll take a water.”  She kept going, while grabbing my hand, and essentially dragging me into her office, closing the door behind us.

“Actually, the ride was… The staff…  A water, um…”  I couldn’t get a word in edge wise.

She led me over to where her desk was sitting, and pointed to the seat on the chair facing it.  She had already positioned a step for me, so I would be able to get up to it.  The chair was alone, and it was huge.  Now that I think about it probably did it on purpose.  As large as it was, even using the step I needed to hop a bit to sit in it.  It was made of leather, and I tried to sit at the edge, but found myself sliding to the back and the edge would be half way down my calves.

She told me she’d like us to get to know each other a bit before my presentation so we sat and talked. Nothing in particular.  She told me about her childhood, her husband, and the cancer.  I told her, well, there wasn’t much to tell her.  Family lives a few states away.  My work is my life.  I’d been there for two years, etc.

Francine brought my water, and Rebecca’s coffee in about ten minutes after we started our meeting.  Francine whispered something in Rebecca’s ear, and left.  Rebecca gave me the okay to start my presentation.  I literally had to scoot out of the chair to get back on the floor.  I pulled all of the statistics I had printed out while doing my research and gave them to her to look at while doing the presentation.  I had a slideshow on my laptop that I used with my portable projector and she acted like she was really interested.  She was giving me that smile and that nod, that as a salesman you’re looking to get.  I thought I had her hooked.  At the end I went back to my seat and asked if she had any questions…  That’s when she did it…

“That was so cute honey.  Sweetie, did you do that all by yourself?” She questioned with a patronizing smile.

My mouth was as dry as the Mojave.  I couldn’t talk.  I grabbed my water, and took a large gulp.  “Excuse me?”

“That was wonderful Darling.  It was almost like an adult, and you should be proud.”  She responded.

“What are you talking about lady?  I’m twenty-eight years old, and just as much an adult as you.  Don’t talk down to me because you are taller.  What the hell is wrong with you?”  I could feel myself shaking.  I didn’t know if it was from fear or anger.  Why hadn’t I listened to Randall and Michelle?

“You sure don’t look twenty-eight, and Honey, you shouldn’t talk to adults that way.  Maybe you should come live with me, so I can teach you some manners.  A beautiful little girl like that should have better manners.”  She hit the intercom on her desk and told Francine to get Reggie to escort me home.

03

I couldn’t believe the situation I was in; I was going to become some crazy lady’s toy!  I wanted to run, I wanted to hide, but most of all I wanted to attack Rebecca for thinking she could do this to me.  I thought she looked at me, as an equal doing business.  How could I have been so naïve?

I heard the massive doors open, and there was Francine with a smug grin gesturing for me to follow her.  I stayed firmly planted in my place.  There was no way I was going to let them take me anywhere.  That’s when Reggie, the massive black man lumbering toward me.  I had never felt fear like I felt at that moment.  I was afraid he may hurt me if I fought back, but I couldn’t let them take me.

He reached for my hand and I slapped it away.  He did this a few times, and you would expect it to anger him, but his composure never changed.  Instead, he decided to pick me up as you would a young child.  My chest against his shoulder, legs around his mid-section.  I tried with all my might to kick and punch, but he was just too strong.

Jameson, I just don’t understand these fiends. They claim they care about us, and all they do is hurt us... The only thing these sick bastards care about is watching us suffer… Are they truly that oblivious to it, or are they that vindictive…  Do they really know what love is?

“Please Little Miss, stop.  I don’t want to hurt you.”  Reggie said flatly.  He didn’t say it in a way that was trying to scare me.  His expression never wavered, not once the entire time he carried me.  This time he was taking me to separate elevator; I found out it was Rebecca’s personal elevator to her part of the garage.  Reggie held me in his hulking grasp the entire descent.   

Once we reached the bottom and the elevator doors opened Reggie asked me if I would be willing to walk, or if it would be necessary to carry me, and my response was a look in the other direction. 

How could I answer him?  I knew what these people were planning to do to me.  I was going to be Rebecca’s plaything.  He wanted me to walk to what was in essence my death sentence, or at least it was in my mind. I had started to tear up, and I wouldn’t let them see it.  I wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction.  I decided being on my feet was the only way I would have any chance of slipping from his hand so I nodded.

“Please don’t try anything Little Miss.”  Reggie requested, calmly.

“Listen you ape! My name is Naomi Reynolds; I’m twenty-eight years old, I’ve got a master’s degree, and I work for a marketing firm, so quit calling me Little Miss!”  I retorted, with fire in my eyes. “All of you are sick, and one day you’re going to get what you have coming to you, I promise.”

“I’m sorry, Naomi.  I mean no disrespect.”  Reggie replied sincerely.

“You mean no disrespect?  You’re helping Satan’s Bride abduct me… How do you mean no disrespect, you jerk? I fired back.

Reggie didn’t respond; only lead me to a brand new Cadillac.  He opened the back door, where there was a child’s safety seat waiting for me.

“Please.” Reggie gestured, allowing me to climb in on my own.  I had the urge to run, but being in the garage, no clue where to run; I knew it would be fruitless, so I climbed in.  Reggie buckled me in, “I truly am sorry, Miss.”

I just glared at him, as he closed the door.  He approached the driver, and told him to take me to Rebecca’s home.  As we left I saw a look on Reggie’s face that resembled anguish.

04

Thankfully, the driver didn’t try to make any type of conversation.  I looked at my feet most of the ride; too embarrassed, or scared to do anything else.  My hands kept busy fidgeting with the buckle on the child seat.  It was almost as embarrassing to think I couldn’t unlock a stupid child seat, but as flustered as I was at the time I don’t know if I could have spelled my own name.

After what seemed like an hour, we pulled up to a large iron gate, surrounding a home, better described as a mansion.  The driver paged someone inside and the gate opened.  We proceeded up a long cobblestone drive, and around the house.  We stopped below a stone walk way leading to a stone patio that reminded me of something out of Cinderella. 

That’s when I noticed who was proceeding down the walk way… Francine…  My face was so flushed I must have looked like a cherry.  My heart had finally slowed a bit during the drive, and now it was racing so fast I felt like it was going to fly out of my chest.  The driver hadn’t let me out of the car, so I presumed I was going to be waiting for her, and with every step she came closer, the sicker I felt.

She rounded the car and opened my door. “Hello Sweetie, and welcome home!” She was smiling like the Cheshire Cat.  “You’re gonna love it here Baby.  There are so many fun toys.  Let me get you out of your car seat, and I’ll show you your new room.”  She began unbuckling the car seat, and she was still going on about this and that childish thing until I heard… “Your mommy wants you in a diaper before she gets home.”

I felt the blood drain from my face in an instant.  I’m not stupid, and knew it was coming, but I had still prayed it wouldn’t.  It’s one thing to think it might happen, and completely different to know you’re doomed to it.

Francine had finished unbuckling my current prison and grabbed me under the arms. She lifted me to her side, as a mother would her child.  I had no choice with Reggie, but I wasn’t going to endure this from a crazy witch like Francine.

“Put me on the ground, before you regret it, you psychotic hag!” I all but yelled directly in her ear.

“Wow, someone’s grouchy today,” she replied condescendingly while setting me down, “and little girl do not talk to me like that, or you are going to be one sorry baby.”

“Listen, Grandma Smuckers, I’m in no way a baby, toddler, or child.  I’ve got a damn master’s degree and work for a marketing firm.  What the hell is wrong with you sick freaks.”

Again my words fell upon deaf ears.

“Looks like a time out for you.”  Was her only response, with a little shake of her head.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the house.  I fought with everything I had, but it was to no avail.  We entered the main doors, into a main foyer, and the inside was just as beautiful as you’d imagine.  Marble floors, oak wood working, paintings that I couldn’t afford with a year’s pay.  I probably would have been in awe, if I wasn’t fighting to keep my status as an adult.  She dragged me up another flight of stairs. 

She pointed at a door, “That’s where your mommy sleeps, and…” She opened a door, “this is your room.  Isn’t it wonderful Honey?”  The same condescending tone.

I was somewhere between throwing up, crying, screaming, and passing out.  The room was the model baby girl nursery.  Pink walls with multi-colored flowers and cartoon characters on the walls; white, plush carpeting with stuffed animals stacked in one corner.  There was a doll house in another corner, and it was as tall as I was.  The room had the rocking chair, rocking horse and baby bouncer, too.

That god damned baby bouncer… I hated that with a burning passion.

That’s when she thought it was important to show me my crib.  She told me it was going to be nice to be rid of the adult bed, and my stuffed friends will love sleeping with me.  She pointed out the changing table and told me I was really lucky, because I had the choice between cloth, and disposable diapers…  I was supposed to be happy about that. I truly hate that woman. 

After the pain of the tour she lead me to a stool in the corner.  “This is your time out corner; now sit with your nose in the corner.”  She said matter-of-factly pointing at the stool.  “I’ll come get you when I think you’ve had enough time to think.  Then we’ll get you ready for Mommy to get home…”

05

I sat there for, thinking of everything but what I’d done wrong.  “What the hell is wrong with these people… How am I going to get out of this…  Why didn’t I listen to Randall?”

After far too long, Francine came over to me, “Have you had enough time to think, or do you need some more time?” As condescending as ever.  “We need to get you ready for Mommy.”

“Francine, she’s not my mother… Please stop this, and let me go home.”  I pleaded, looking up from the stool.

“Honey, you are home, and Rebecca would be very sad to hear you say that.”  She retorted quickly.

Francine reached for my hand, and I hesitantly took it.  She led me across the vast expanse of a nursery, to the changing table.  I was hoisted up to its padded surface, and Francine lightly pushed my chest, to lay me down.  My heart had begun to race, and I could feel my face begin to flush.  I knew what was coming next, and I was about to lose the battle with my emotions.

She unbuttoned my dress pants, and the sound of the zipper was bursting point.  I felt the tears begin rolling down the side of my face.  My nose had begun to run, making it necessary to sniffle.  I kept telling myself I needed to be strong.  This is what they wanted.  I can’t show any weakness, but my body refused to listen.  I felt my pants slide down my legs, over my feet and land on the floor.  I was now laying on top of a changing table in my panties and blouse.  I didn’t want her to know I hadn’t worn a bra today, because the straps showed, and I think it looks tacky. 

Francine looked up to my face and saw the tears.  “Oh Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong?” She questioned, while lightly rubbing my calf.  “Don’t worry Honey, we’ll have you more comfortable in just a moment.  We’ll get you out of these icky big girl clothes, and into something a little more appropriate.  How does that sound?”

I stared at the ceiling, refusing to give an answer.  I knew I’d get a punishment of some sort if I showed her any disrespect, but I wasn’t going to willingly play along either.  These people were sick and I wouldn’t play their game.

“Honey, you’re going enjoy it here. You’ll see.”  Francine asserted.  “We’ll take good care of you, and you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.”  She began to work my panties down my legs as she was talking to me.  “We’ll get a nice, comfy, diaper on you, and then we’ll get that shirt off and into some of the pretty clothes mommy got for you.

I shivered as the bare skin of my bottom touched the surface of the table, making me even more aware of what was happening.  I saw her toss the panties, “Won’t be needing these again…”  I heard her shuffling under the table, and then saw it… a diaper! She set it next to my feet and then there was more shuffling.  She stood up, and was holding baby powder and oil.

                “This isn’t happening.  This isn’t happening.” My mind yelled.  “Run.  Don’t let her do this.”  I felt the tears rolling down my face like a waterfall, and my nose had begun to run at an excessive pace.  I tried to sniffle.  My emotions had gotten the best of me, and I was lost as to what I should do.  I was too afraid of what this lunatic might do to me if I put up resistance.  Would I be spanked?  Would she tie me up?  If I were spanked who knows if it would even be with her hand; it might be with a switch or whip.  Fear had gotten the best of me, and I lay there like a statue.

                She opened the diaper, lifted my legs, and laid it under my bottom.  Once it was centered, she began to oil my skin, “It’s wonderful that you’ve taken care of your baby parts for me, Honey.  That yucky hair isn’t any fun.”  She announced.  She raised me again, and oiled my behind.  She positioned me once again.  She used a wipe to clean the oil from her hands and followed the same procedure with the powder.  “Time for us to get this diaper taped on…”  She said with a coy smile.  She was enjoying this far too much.  She pulled the front up and fastened it tightly.  “Very good.  Thank you for being a good girl Sweetie.  Give me your hands Honey.”  She requested patting the front of my diaper.

                I reached up to her outstretched hands.  She pulled me to a sitting position.  That’s when I noticed the cartoon characters on the front of the diapers.  She told me to reach to “The Good Lord” so she could remove my blouse and put me in something more comfortable, which I cringed at.  I did as she requested and was now naked minus my diaper.

I can’t believe I just referred to it as ‘my diaper’.  It still makes me sick…

                She went to a closet at the far end of the wall and opened the door.  The closet was far more expansive than I would have ever expected; a full walk in closet, with two full walls of clothing and a back wall of shoes…  Was all of that clothing meant for me? 

                “If I were in a movie, this woman would be the billionaire villain, Jesus!”  I said under my voice.

Francine found a pink onesie she was looking for, and then went to the back wall.  She opened a drawer I hadn’t noticed, and pulled something out.  She came back after closing everything up.  She showed me what I was going to be wearing, and I nearly threw up.  The onesie had white, lace ruffles along the collar, arm openings, and legs.  She was also holding booties that matched; pink, with white lace.

                “Hold up your arms Beautiful.”  Francine cooed.  I shook my head.  I had had enough.  The diaper was the pinnacle of embarrassment; I was done with this treatment.  “Please, Sweetie.  I don’t want to spank you.  You’re far too cute to be getting into trouble.”  She looked sternly.  I knew she wasn’t kidding.  I hesitated, but decided to heed her warning.  She slid the garment over my arms down to the top of my diaper; she pushed my back, lifted my legs and pulled it the rest of the way.  She buttoned it at the crotch.  Next she put the booties on my feet, and I, officially, looked like an infant.

The most confusing part of this disturbing scenario, or at least the clothing; it was a perfect fit.  I couldn’t understand how it was possible, but didn’t want to ask; no I refused to ask. 

                Without a word she lifted me from the table, and with her hand on my bottom carried me across the room.  She set me in the playpen, with sides that went to the crest of my forehead.  “I’ll be back in a moment, Baby.  I’m going to make you a bottle quick.  Play with your toys, and I’ll be right back.”  She commanded.

She left, and I stood there in shocked submission.  I had no idea how any of this had happened so quickly, but I felt like I was about ready to vomit.  I turned around and surveyed my surroundings.  There were toys strewn across the playpen, as well as, stuffed animals.  Some stuffed animals were minute enough to carry in one arm, and others, large enough to lie in their lap.  I sat on my padded bottom, wondering whether this was going to be the rest of my life.

                “Am I really going to be forced to shit and piss myself for the rest of my life, for some pretentious, overly maternal, disturbed millionaire?”  I asked myself?

                Francine came back a couple minutes later with a warmed bottle.  She attempted to hand it to me, but I made no effort to reach for it.  “Take it little girl, or are we going to have a problem?”  She questioned.  I took it and set it on the floor next to me.  “Are you going to drink it yourself, or do I need to feed you?”

                “I’ll drink it, okay.  Leave me alone.” I retorted.

                “No attitude, or you’ll regret it.” She responded.  “I expect it gone, within the next ten minutes; if not, I’ll make another and feed you myself.”  She walked away, and I heard the door close.

                I took a drink, or attempted.  It didn’t come out very easily.  “Christ, this is disgusting…” I said under my breath.  I kept taking the occasional drink, but heard the door open, and it was only half empty.

“Is it gone?” I heard from behind me.  It was Francine.  I wasn’t going to lie… I shook my head.  “Well, that means another bottle.  I’ll be back.”

“No, please, I’ll finish it!” I pleaded.  There was no response.  I watched the door, wide-eyed.  A few minutes later she appeared, and she was holding a new bottle.

She came over to where I was sitting, and picked me up; with me in one hand and the bottle in the other she sat in the rocking chair.  She positioned me in her lap and stuck the bottle in my mouth.  “Drink.”  She said matter of factly.  I could see she was a becoming a bit perturbed, so I did as I was told.  I found out later it was actual breast milk.  The taste was putrid.  “Isn’t that better?” She questioned.  “A full belly before your nap is going to be good.”  I finished the bottle without a word.  This woman scared me, and with her at the end of her rope, I didn’t know what was going to set her off.

She set the bottle down, on an end table, placed a towel on her shoulder, and I recognized what she was going to do; she was going to burp me.  She started patting my back, and I couldn’t believe it when I belched.  

“You little piggy.” She said with a chuckle.  She hoisted me up, carried me to ‘my’ crib, and placed me in it.  “Your mommy will be home when you wake up.  Aren’t you excited?”  She questioned with a condescending smirk.

I just gazed at her with fire in my eyes.  That’s when she stuck a pacifier in mouth and strapped it in my mouth.  She had gagged me.  I was stunned, angry, and terrified.  She placed a teddy bear in the crib with me, and told me to sleep.  She kissed my forehead, and left.

What the fuck is wrong with these people Jameson?  I’m never going to get it…

[Jayme]

Thank you so much for bringing this back!

[enigma_66]

Thanks to a wonderful member the full story that I had written, thus far, will be back very soon

I remember Rebecca being appalled with the gag in my mouth when she came in to see me, as her baby girl, for the first time. She unstrapped it, tossed it in the trash can, and coddled me as though I was a child. She told me it would never happen again… Ever. 

She walked around the room showing me all of the “wonderful” toys she had bought for me, and I just remember being sick to my stomach. The rest of that day consisted of Rebecca never letting me out of her sight. Whether she had me stuck in the play pen, high chair, or a bouncer; I was in her sight. 

 The only positive memory I have from that day is hearing her lose her mind on Francine. She couldn’t believe she had done something so inhumane to “her” baby girl, as she stuck that disgusting contraption in my mouth. She said something to the effect that if she ever did it again she would make Francine walk around the office all day with it in her mouth. I’m pretty sure I smiled.

 As you’d expect, they made me use the diapers for everything and it was one of the most disturbing actions of my life. There’s no positive to the whole thing, but Rebecca did make a point to make sure I was changed instantly. She always said I was “far too cute to be that dirty” or some shit like that. 

 That night was the first time in twenty or more years I was given a bath, as she would nearly every night thereafter. Rebecca would give me a bath, paying special care to my hair. The embarrassment that an adult feels at those moments cannot be described with words Jameson. This woman was so nice, but so damn screwed up in the head. They all are.

 She’d brush my hair after drying me off, and make me count to 20 for one side, and then the other. “To help me learn to count”. She always watched me brush my teeth, diaper me, and put me down to sleep. She would read me a story before bed, too. Her favorite story was “The Three Little Bears”.

 I felt myself smile a bit at the mention of Rebecca reading me her story, but quickly replaced it with a more serious look.

 “She’d be a wonderful mother, but why the hell did she have to ruin my life?”

 The next three months went with me being miserable, yet, without anything really unexpected. I tried to figure out different ways to escape, but this woman seemed to have thought of everything. Every time I thought I had a plan, I found out that it wouldn’t work.

 Francine was evil to me. I could always tell if she had a bad day with Rebecca, because she took it out on me. She’d punish me in disgusting ways. After I had messed, she’d put me in the bouncer for an hour or more to be more specific. She had bought a new gag without telling Rebecca, and would use it any time she felt the urge. She told me she’d kick the shit out of me if I told Rebecca. She would spank me until I’d be bawling, anytime she thought the swelling would be down in time for Rebecca to not notice.

 Everything got worse three months later. Rebecca met some doctor and he lived to make my life hell. He’d be the first to offer to feed me, and then he’d purposely get it all over me. He’d tell Rebecca that it was my fault and she’d believe him, which led to corner time, or early bedtimes often. He’d offer to change me, and the few times that Rebecca allowed him to he’d do… things…

 I could feel my face begin to flush.

 After Rebecca had been with him for a month, she would have him stay over every once in a while. The fourth time; I remember it specifically; he came into my room when I was asleep. He woke me up, to check my diaper, he said. I was dry, but he started taking my diaper off anyway… When I gave him a questioning look, he strapped the gag from Francine around my head.

 “He raped me, Jameson! These people say they love us and that’s what drives them to abduct us; one took pleasure in beating the hell out of me, and the other did… that… I’m going to stop them if it kills me.”

 The tears were running down my face openly. I hadn’t told many people since I’d escaped, and it brought back the memories... more accurately, the terrors of what that monster had done to me. 

 He told me he’d steal me away, and kill me if I ever told Rebecca. “I was his toy now”. The only reason it stopped was because the last time he was doing it, Rebecca caught him. Rebecca called the police and, from what I understand, the bastard is getting what he deserves.

That was the only time I needed Rebecca. She held me all night, and anytime she tried to move I’d hold her tighter. After a month of torture, he was gone. That night I told her what Francine had been doing to me, as well. Needless to say, Francine was looking for employment the next day.

 I started going to work with Rebecca, every day, for the next month. She told me that she was looking for a replacement for Francine, but I don’t know if she actually was, because she had a permanent playpen installed in her office. She had a changing station in her bathroom. 

 She was big on talking afternoon walks, and I found myself in a stroller, rolling down the sidewalks, and through the park on a nearly daily basis. She would stop at her favorite coffee shop with me, Romena’s, every Friday to get her caramel macchiato and get me chocolate milk. I don’t know what the hell they put in that stuff, but it’s the best stuff I’ve ever had. If I wasn’t so afraid that they’d recognize me I might stop to get some.

 I swear she did everything she could to make me the center of attention when we were out in public. She’d start conversation with a random mother at the park, just so she could talk about me. When she was walking me through the lobby of her building, she’d make me wave to everyone. I still don’t know if she was trying to show me off, embarrass me, or what, but I know I hated every minute.

 I saw Reggie every day, and every day I saw that same look of anguish on his face. I couldn’t figure it out. He helped them do this to me, but he looked like he was dying inside every time he saw me, as miserable as I was.

 My daily routine had become pretty simple. I’d wake up to Rebecca standing over me; unfortunately, wet on many occasions, Rebecca would change me and take me to the rocking chair for “breakfast”. She had started taking drugs so she would lactate, and she made me breastfeed. She thought it was a bonding experience; I thought it was the most degrading action I’ve ever been forced to do. After I was done with that she would take me down for the rest of my breakfast before getting me dressed to accompany her to work.

 Once she had me ready, she’d have me strapped into the car seat and off to the office we’d go. I spent the majority of the day in the playpen, trying to keep myself occupied, which isn’t exactly easy when you’ve got nothing but stuffed animals and baby toys to keep you entertained. She didn’t appreciate it when I told her anything like an adult anymore, and completely ignored me when I tried telling her I wanted to use the restroom, so I had no choice but to use the diapers right in front of her when I was stuck in that playpen.

 Nearly every day we went on a walk through the park. Fridays we stopped at Romena’s and she got the coffee while I tried to hide my face. We’d return to the office, and I’d take a nap. An hour later would be about time for her to go to an afternoon meeting, and her secretary to come in and watch after me. Five o’clock rolled around and we’d go home together; every day but Wednesdays. She always had a late meeting Wednesday evenings, so she would call Reggie to fetch me. He’d send for a car to take me home. I had a nanny to take care of me for a couple hours on those evenings.

 When Rebecca got home, she’d feed me in the high chair, “Only the best for her little cutie”. She’d take me up to the bath and to brush my hair. When that was done she’d carry me to my room and put me in a diaper, and whatever cutesy outfit she wanted me to sleep in. She’d take me over to the rocking chair for another degrading breastfeeding, and then she’d take me to my crib.

 Then Rebecca would grab her favorite story of the night and start reading to me. After six months, it was hard to keep my eyes open through the whole story, and I was usually half asleep by the time she closed the cover. She always made sure to give me a kiss on the forehead and a ,”Good night my beautiful NaNa”.

It might sound weird, but I think Rebecca tried her best to be accommodating in her own, demented way. She was willing to take time to read me a story before naptime and bedtime, she made sure I ate well, and she made sure I was as comfortable as I could be; at least for being in such an uncomfortable situation. She never tried to mutilate me like so many of these giants do to the littles they abduct, never tried to drug me, and never tried to warp my mind.

 A month after sitting in that playpen every day my world got thrown for a loop, again. This time I thank god for it happening. It was just another Wednesday up until Rebecca called Reggie to come get me. He took me down to the garage as usual, but on the way down I heard him say, “We’re on our way, be ready…”

 When we exited the doors there was a different car than usual. He opened the door, and there was no car seat; I just looked back at his strong face, and for the first time in six months he was smiling.

 “Consider this an apology Little Miss.” Is all he said as he buckled the belt and closed the door. Then I heard a familiar voice, “Long time, no see Naomi.” It was Randall.

 My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. They had saved me. Randall told me that Reggie had gotten in touch with them, and had given them the specifics on how they would be able to save me from what I’d had to endure for the last months.

 Randall also told me that he and Michelle had started CAMOL and there were already a large number of members; members that you’d never expect. Giants, inbetweeners, littles, and all were fighting for the same thing. To help littles stay free. 

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“That’s one hell of a reason to have a grudge.” Jameson uttered with a look of disbelief.

“Jameson, what I went through is nothing compared to what some Littles,” I replied, “Too many are forced to go to what are referred to etiquette schools, where their minds are warped. They are made to believe that it is the only way a Little is meant to live. They are actually trained to lose their bladder and bowel control. They are “taught” that the people that abduct them are doing it out of love and sympathy, not out of arrogance, or in some cases hatred. I was a successful business woman, and Rebecca didn’t think I should be, so what did she do; she forced me to be her baby. It’s that simple.”

I grabbed the now cold coffee off of the table and, using the stool, dumped it in the sink. I rinsed the mug and set it on the counter and stepped down.

“I can’t understand it,” I stated, “I’ve tried a million times, but it still evades me. As a people and country, we’ve gotten through war, drought, and famine as one nation and stayed strong because we did it together; all of us together. How can they not understand how sick it is if they have to warp a mind to the point of being nothing but a mindless drone, for that individual to accept it? You saw that poor guy, Jackie, he was mortified to be seen on television, but… oh, wait… she loves him so much that she parades him around making him feel like a dumbshit. That’s love at the deepest level, right?” I started feeling my rage begin to flare again.

“Naomi, I think most of these people have gotten to the point where they’ve come to accept it… They think it’s okay, and they just don’t question it. It’s our job to make them understand how sick it is.” Jameson responded with a shrug.

“Jameson, that’s such a fucking cop-out. Anyone with half a brain knows that making someone do something like that, against their will, and then tell them they’re too stupid to know any better, is just fucking wrong!” I retorted louder than necessary.

“Naomi, I’m on your side, so take it down a notch… And don’t forget we’re not alone. We’ve got quite a few people that agree with us, and we’re waking people up. I’m not arguing with you, at all. We just have to make sure we keep our cool anytime we talk about this.” Jameson answered. “How many times have I stepped in when some condescending woman, or guy, asked you where your mommy was? Let’s not forget the one time I got punched in the mouth, because of your big mouth. That’s definitely the last time I go to a bar with a drunk Naomi.” Jameson said with a crooked smile.

I could feel my cheeks go crimson from his reference to the drunken argument I had gotten into with an Amazonian woman two weeks earlier. She had made the poor decision to ask me why a “little cutie” like myself was in such an adult place, after I’d had a few too many beers. She didn’t like my response much, to put it lightly. “C’mon, you keep bringing that up Jameson. I appreciate you playing the knight in shining armor… Again… But really she was trying to spank me in a friggin’ bar. You didn’t have to call her a crazy bitch, either. Her husband only punched you because of that.” I retorted.

“Yeah, that might be true.” He answered, as we both laughed.

There was a knock at the door. I looked at Jameson with a bit of confusion and a bit of concern. Jameson looked a bit startled as well. We’d gotten more than a few death threats since they had released my name as one of the leaders of CAMOL. I was always slightly on edge when the phone rang, or there was a knock at the door. Jameson stood up and walked to the door. He looked through the peephole and I saw a sense of ease come over him. He moved to unlock the door and turned the knob to let whoever it was, in.

“Who is…” I started. I saw the figure, and I started running toward the door. Reggie had come over to see us.

“Little Miss…” Reggie exclaimed, as I leapt into his arms.

“C’mon, you big gorilla, you always call me that.” I replied with a chuckle, still clutching him. It’s ironic, I couldn’t stand when he called me that when I was Rebecca’s captor, but now, not only does it not bother me, it always gets a smile out of me. 

After he helped save me we almost never went more than two days without staying in touch, but he had been out of town. He had been with a team dealing with some negotiations the last three weeks and it was awful not being able to talk to the big ape. He, officially, joined CAMOL right after my escape.

Reggie set me down, between him and Jameson. “It’s been too long since we talked, you big goofball.” I stated, giving him a bit of a jab to the thigh, and a pout. I wouldn’t admit the latter.

“That is true, and I wish I were here on a better note.” He responded.

Both Jameson and I gave him a confused look, but said nothing.

He walked to the coffee table, grabbed the remote for the television, and turned the channel to CNN. They were showing footage of a building that was in flames. There were fire trucks fighting the fire, and police standing keeping people back. The blaze had overtaken the entire building, which turned out to be an automated daycare.

“Luckily, there were no injuries, but the building is expected to be a total loss. It hasn’t been confirmed, but initial reports; police believe this to be an act by a group opposed to the adoption of Littles.” Were the words that came from a reporter on the television. “It seems that a vehicle was driven through the entrance, and there was an explosion afterwards.”

“What the hell is this!?” I asked. “Where the fuck did this happen? Who the hell did it?”

“It happened in Seattle, Little Miss." Reggie responded.

“This couldn’t have happened at a worse time, god damn it!” I said, shaking my head. “I go in front of Congress in less than forty-eight hours, and some jerkoffs decide to blow up a daycare. How the hell do they think this is going to help anything? Making those that fight the abduction of Littles look like terrorists… That makes us look good. We have to make sure we show how appalled we are by this.”

“We know the group that did it. They approached us two months ago, wanting to join CAMOL. We turned them down when they told us they were open to using violence to make their point. I guess they weren’t kidding.” Reggie responded, staring at the television glumly.

From the helicopter’s camera you could see the bed of a pickup sticking out of the entrance of the building. “CAMOL has already released a statement that they had no involvement in the act, and they cannot condone such acts of violence under any circumstances,” The reporter on the television continued. “The police stated there is no evidence they had any involvement, but they are not ruling the organization out.”

“We’ve got to make an official, public, statement. We can’t let this hamper our efforts. Not as hard as we’ve worked, and not when we have so many people’s freedom on the line.” I retorted. “I’ll give it, if necessary, but we have to do it.”

I turned around to look at Reggie and Jameson. “Get someone to start writing a statement… and get it done, now! We’re getting past this, even if some dipshits are going to try ruining it for us.”

“I’ll have someone start on it right now Little Miss.” Reggie answered, with a nod of agreement. “And before I forget, channel seven has requested an interview before your address to Congress.”

“Let them know I’ll do it. It’ll be a good time to give a statement. I’ll have you accompany me, Reggie. Don’t want anything to happen…” I replied. “Right now I’ve got to get going, to see Doc Carlson.” Doctor Carlson is the psychiatrist I’d been seeing since they rescued me from Rebecca’s captivity. She saw me once a week now.

Without another word I went to my room and changed into a simple blouse, jeans, and tennis shoes. I put a bit of makeup on, but nothing extravagant. I wasn't much for making myself ‘stick out’. When done I grabbed my purse, told Jameson goodbye, and met Reggie at the front door. We walked to his vehicle together. Reggie opened the rear door and assisted me in. The worst part of being a Little, booster seats are necessary if you’d like to be capable of seeing out the windows. I hopped into it, and Reggie closed the door and jumped into the driver seat. We were on our way to see Doc Carlson.

“Reggie, I’ve been wondering…” I started, “what made you change? Why’d you help rescue me?”

“I finally paid attention. I’d turned a blind eye to the treatment of wonderful people like you for so long that I’d become immune, but something about you; your spirit woke me up, Little Miss.” He retorted. I smiled as he looked at me through the rearview mirror. I didn’t need to say anything. Nothing was said for the rest of the drive.

 When we arrived Reggie assisted me in exiting the vehicle and closed the door. We stood in front of a massive building, straight off of Wall Street. The stone pillars stood next to the front door, looking even more massive to the Little. Carlson was a very well-known and renowned psychologist. Her reputation and career would probably be over if it was known she was a member of CAMOL.

We entered Carlson’s office, informed the receptionist, and took a seat. After a short wait I was being led to Carlson’s office, and she knew this was probably going to be a bit less than pleasant. Doc had been pressing how important it was for me to stay calm, especially with all of the extra stress I’m being put under with the address to Congress coming up. “This one is gonna suck.” I thought out loud.

“Why is that Ms. Reynolds?” I heard from behind me. 

I quickly swung around to see Dr. Carlson looking at me with a raised eyebrow. She approached the chair next to me and took a seat. She opened her laptop that she had been carrying. She typed away at a few things and then looked up at me, setting her laptop on an end table.

“So Ms. Reynolds, how have things been? Are you still having the nightmares?” She asked.

I nodded. “I can’t get them out of my head. They’re so real…”

“It’s common for patients with PTSD to have vivid nightmares Naomi. We’re going to work through it, and they’ll stop.” Her response.

“I know, but how am I supposed to be a leader when I’m afraid to close my eyes at night? I want to be strong for everyone, show them I can be the one to us “Littles”, but I don’t know how to do it. The anger I feel, how much I hate Amazons that tell me how cute I am. Then I get told I have to talk to them politically correct… I don’t know if I can. I could see myself going postal before being civil with those monsters.” I retorted.

“Forgiveness is something that you need to consider Ms. Reynolds. It’s the hardest thing you can work on, but it is also the greatest healer. You can still fight for your freedom while working on forgiving those that have done you wrong.” Her logical, yet unpleasant response.

Our appointment went on for an hour, and as I suspected, it was painful. When we were done we said our goodbyes until next week, and I met Reggie in the lobby. We started walking to the vehicle; on the street I saw a Little in a stroller, being pushed by a voluptuous, middle aged, brunette Amazon. It wouldn’t have been anything new, but the brunette decided to stop when she saw me.

“Well hello beautiful!” She said bending down to face level. “You sure are a cutie. How do you not have someone taking care of you?”

Reggie started moving toward us and I waved him off. The brunette didn’t even seem to notice, or just paid no attention. Reggie gave me a concerned look; he knew I was never in a very good mood after seeing Doc.

“Look lady, I just got done seeing my doctor, and I’m in a really shitty mood, and I’ve got no time for this shit.” I said, starting to push past her.

She looked dumbfounded, yet, not startled. She grabbed my hand as I was just about out of her reach. “Little girls don’t talk like that.”

“Lady, you’re going to want to let me go… if you want to keep that arm intact.” My only response.

She looked disgruntled, but didn’t let go. “Have it your way. Reggie…” Reggie came from out of view, grabbed her hand, and pried it open so I could remove it. 

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” I asked.

She shook her head, looking at him with fear in her eyes. He let go of her hand, and nodded his head.

“Walk away or it can change.” I retorted.

She turned around to push her stroller again, but it was no longer there. Reggie had grabbed the Little and stroller, and they were now in the car. We got in the vehicle and were off to HQ. The new passenger looked at us with wonder in his eyes, but couldn’t say anything, because he had a pacifier strapped into his mouth. I gestured for him to come closer and I unstrapped it.

“Thank you…” His only words.

We rode in silence for most of the trip to our main office, situated in a warehouse, where we would not attract any unneeded attention. The Little that sat beside me was wide eyed, and in disbelief that he no longer was bound to his stroller.

I turned my attention to him, “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” I inquired.

He simply shook his head. No words were needed, and I didn’t want to push the topic. I remembered what I had felt like after being freed; the mixed emotions of unknowing. “Can it be true? What’s going to happen? Who are these people?” I at least had the saving grace of knowing the ones that rescued me from my captivity.

We pulled up to the front doors and Reggie parked the car. He exited and started opening the new passenger’s door, when the Little jumped into my lap. He had tears in his eyes, and had begun to sob. I waved Reggie off and he closed the door.

“What the hell did they do to you?” I ask rhetorically.

I sat there with the oversized toddler for a few minutes, consoling him, letting him know he was going to be okay now. We had saved him from the monsters that had hurt him, and we were going to help him get better again. 

He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, “You promise?”

“Promise.” I answered. 

It was strange being the therapist, not the patient. It felt good, but there was an extra weight that I wasn’t really ready for.

I moved him off of me, and opened my door. I jumped down and reached up for his hand. His sniffles still very audible brought back memories of Reggie leading me from the hell I had endured. This is why I had decided to take this position of leader and not the position of follower. I can take this weight; I just need to think of people like him. He took my hand and I closed the door.

“I’m Johnny.” He said meekly.

“Johnny, I’m Naomi, and this Citizens Against the Mistreatment of Littles, or CAMOL for short.”

“Hehe, like the animal?” Johnny asked with a snicker.

“Not exactly, but it sounds like it, huh?” I answered.

“Um, Miss Naomi, can I ask you a question?” Johnny inquired.

“Please, just Naomi. Go ahead, ask away.” I responded.

“Umm, can I have my blankie? I miss it.” He asked quietly, looking at the ground.

I’d seen this many times before. That bitch had put this guy through etiquette school! I should have had Reggie break her arm. They use hypnosis among other disgusting techniques to destroy Little’s minds in those places.

“That’s no problem.” I answered, acting undisturbed. “Reggie, can you please grab Johnny’s blankie for him, and while you’re at it, why don’t you take the rest of his stuff inside too?” 

I gestured for Reggie to open the trunk and grab the things. A second later Johnny was in possession of his beloved blankie, still clutching my hand, and we were walking into the building. He was calm and that was truly all that mattered at this moment. Reggie was quickly behind us, carrying the stroller, a diaper bag, and a stuffed teddy bear that must have been in the stroller with Johnny. 

“Okay Johnny, I’m going to introduce you to a really good friend of mine. Her name is Dr. Sampson. So, follow me and we’ll go see her, okay?” I said to him calmly, with a slight smile.

“Naomi, I don’t like doctors; they’re mean. Mommy used to take me to doctors and they always poked me, and did other stuff.”

I took a deep breath as I felt my anger start to rise. That Amazonian hag had been taking him to one of the “clinics”. The only “tests” they run are going to either destroy a Little’s brain, or mutilate them.

I turned to look straight into Johnny’s eyes. “Johnny, I will not allow anything bad to happen to you here. As long as you’re here you are safe as can be. I promise. Dr. Sampson is just going to do a small checkup, and I’ll be in the other room. You’re going to be okay.” I responded reassuringly.

He gave a modest nod and grasped his blankie with one hand, while firmly clenched my hand with the other. We quietly walked past door after door, until we reached Dr. Rachael Sampson’s office. I opened the door, and there was a very domineering Amazonian woman sitting in at a desk. Her hair was black as coal flecked with gray, and thick rimmed glasses covered her aged brown eyes. Her lips were pursed as she seemed to be deeply in thought.

“Ah, Ms. Reynolds… Your most recent liberation I suspect?” Giving a slight nod to Johnny.

“Yes doctor. Can you please give Johnny a quick look over, you know, to make sure he’s in good health?” I requested.

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” she started, “you know the drill.”

I smiled at Rachael to say thank you, and reached for Johnny’s hand. He took it without question, and we moved through the door at the far side of her office. It was a makeshift examination room. We made do with what we had available to us, and being in an old warehouse we didn’t exactly have a hospital room.

There was the examination table, scale, eye chart, and all of the usual things. We also had an extra table in there… for changing diapers. One thing about newly acquired “liberations” as the doctor called them, there were a lot of diapers to be changed at the beginning.

“The doctor will be in, in just a couple seconds. Sit tight.” I told him with a reassuring grin. “She’s really nice.”

Dr. Sampson entered, and she introduced herself to Johnny more directly this time. That was my queue to make an exit. I’d been holding my emotions long enough.

“Doc, you have this? I’m going to grab myself some coffee. It’s been a helluva morning. Call me on my office phone when you’re done.” I suggested.

“Yes, that’s fine. I’ll have Jan join me if we need any assistance.” She replied.

“Johnny, you’re in really good hands, and I’m really close. Don’t be scared. We’re here to help.” I said while making a quick exit.

“That bitch needs to be hung by her neck.” I thought to myself. “That poor guy has to be at least a few months into “conditioning” at that fucking school.”

I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as I stared at the floor, making my way to coffee machine. “These people are going to stop, I don’t give a damn what I have to do.”

I poured myself a cup of coffee, and headed to an office that I shared with Michelle, previously my old boss, and now partner in freeing an entire people. I sat at my desk, waiting to hear my phone ring, and let me know they were done with Johnny. I laid my head on the desk, waiting for the phone to announce they were done.

I sat there in Rebecca’s favorite nightgown for me. It was the most hideous thing I’d ever seen in my life, covered in pink frills and lace, Minnie Mouse smiling from ear to ear, and the words “Mommy’s Baby Girl” embroidered on the front. The diaper she had put me in just fifteen minutes earlier had already begun to feel constricting to me, like it was sucking the very maturity from my being.

I could hear Rebecca humming a chipper tune in the adjoining kitchenette of my nursery, preparing my bedtime bottle, and that meant way more Mommy and Baby alone time than I care to have.

Eventually, she approached me, with a loving smile, and carried me to her favorite rocking chair. She sat down, propping my head in her arm, and moved the nipple to my lips. I’d fought this battle far too many times to know there was no winning, so I just took it.

I nursed as quickly as I could. I wanted to get this over with, and finishing was the only way for that conclusion. Finally the bottle was empty; she put me over her shoulder, and gently began to pat my back. With a belch she picked me up and to her it was story time.

She began reading her favorite story to me, and that’s when I began to feel my eyes flutter. She must have noticed because she didn’t take the time to finish the story. She laid me in my crib, covered me with my blanket, and leaned over…

I jolted up. The phone was chirping.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed. “That bitch has still got me in her grip.”

I reached for the phone and it was Dr. Sampson.

“You need to come see me. Johnny’s evaluation is done, and it’s not great.” Rachael said flatly. 

As I said earlier… By far my favorite addition to this point.

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I hung up the phone and looked at the clock. 

“4:30,” I thought out loud, “Jesus, I was out for two hours. I’ve gotta listen to Doc and start taking those pills at night. Maybe I’ll get some sleep, and Rebecca can stay out of my damn head.”

I stood up, and began the trek to Rachael’s office. I wasn’t really looking forward to hearing what she had to say to me, but knew the nasty things the vindictive Amazon was capable of. I knocked on Rachael’s door.

“Come in…” Was all that was said from the other side.

 I entered the door and closed it behind me. Rachael was sitting at her coffee table, and was accompanied by Dr. Rosella Frances, a psychologist that had donated time to our cause whenever Rachael requested. There was also a manila folder lying on the table.

“Take a seat Naomi.” Dr. Sampson requested. “Johnny seemed to act unnatural when I started looking him over, so I asked Rosella to come take a look at him as well. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. Thank you for coming so quickly doctor.” I replied.

“Naomi, did you notice anything strange about the way Johnny walked when you brought him in here?” Rachael asked.

“Not really, other than the fact that the lady had him wearing a god damn pillow for a diaper. That’s going to make anyone waddle. Why?” I responded.

“Well, when I was looking him over, I noticed scarring along his ankles and his calves. I’ve seen this before…” Rachael slowed, “This would be evidence of a surgical procedure to weaken his achilles tendons. Some do this to Littles, to force them to crawl.”

“What! You’ve got to be shitting me. This woman wanted to make him crawl, so she was having his tendons cut? That’s sick…” I trailed off.

“We don’t have the equipment to fully test this, specifically, x-rays but that would seem to be the case. Also, Rosella did an analysis of his mental state.” Rachael finished.

“He seems to be… Confused. Apparently, the woman’s name that abducted him is Diane. One moment he refers to her as Diane, and the next as Mommy. As you had probably suspected, he’s been attending an etiquette school, or as he was told by Diane, daycare. From his mental state, it doesn’t seem to have been very long, and should be able to be reversed in a relatively short period of time. To get a more accurate idea of where he stands I’d like to get an EEG done, with your permission of course.” Dr. Frances half asked, half stated.

“How can we do that? We don’t have that stuff here.” I asked.

“That would mean we would have to get him over to the hospital for the testing. We would be able to do the x-rays, and any other tests that may need to be done as well. Blood work would probably be a good idea, as well.” Rosella answered.

“Do what you can do… Safely, I don’t want anything else to happen to that poor guy.” I returned.

 We discussed a few other findings about Johnny, while I paced around the doctor’s office. As frustrated as I was, I needed to move. Then I noticed the teddy bear that had been picked up with Johnny sitting next to Rachael’s desk.

 “What the hell is this doing here?” I questioned, as I picked it up. Suddenly I became light-headed, and couldn’t think straight. It almost felt euphoric, but I knew there was something wrong.

 Doctor Sampson grabbed me as I began to fall to the floor. She pulled the teddy bear from my hands, and I slowly came out of my trance. “Naomi, it has a very strong cognitive inhibitor in it.” She responded, still holding me. “Are you okay?”

 “Shit… That sucked. So, like those rattles?” I asked, still shaking the cobwebs out.

 “Honestly, it seems stronger than any rattle I’ve encountered. It seemed to have a bit of an effect on Reggie when he gathered it for Johnny, earlier. Johnny went nearly comatose when he held it.” Rosella added.

 “Have the thing burned, ladies.” I commanded. “If there’s nothing else, I’m going back to my office. I’m giving a statement about the dumbasses that blew up the robotic daycare, and I’ve got to make it seem like I abhor that it happened. Truthfully, I wish all of them were blown up.”

 They shook their heads, and I left. As angry as I was about the information I’d just received I didn’t want anyone talking to me. I wanted some alone time. I knew that these people did some sick things, but cutting someone’s Achilles… C’mon that’s just disturbing. “It truly seems like each one of these bastards is trying to outdo the other on how disgusting they can be.” I said to myself. To think I was almost lucky, because Rebecca didn’t try to mutilate me in some way. She embarrassed the hell out of me, but at least she didn’t maim me, like some of these other poor people are having done to them. 

 When I reached my office the light on my desk phone was blinking, indicating I had a missed  call. I warily pushed the voicemail button, afraid to hear what kind of wonderful news I was about to receive. The message was from Randall. “Naomi, I’ve got an update on that news appearance; give me a jingle.”

 “Really Randall? You couldn’t just say what the hell it was?” I said, to no one in particular.

 I hit the button speakerphone and dialed his number. He answered. “Randall, this had better be good news, because I can’t take any more bad shit today.” I stated, not waiting for him.

 “Well, a good evening to you, too.” He answered sarcastically.

 “Get on with it, Randall.” I retorted, beginning to lose my patience.

 “So, a national news program caught wind that we were going to do that local show, and they want us on their show instead. They’re willing to pay us $10,000 to do the show. Only thing is, we’ve got to cancel the other one, and give them the exclusive.” He explained.

“Okay, then do it. I don’t give a damn, and then we’re condemning the explosion on national television, instead of only getting to the local area.” I consented.

“There’s something else…” He started.

“What is it? I’m beginning to get annoyed.” I spat at him.

“It’s on ‘Nightly News with Jeff Biggum’, and it’s a panel.” He continued.

“What! Jeff Biggum? That guy has three Littles locked away, himself… Why the hell don’t you just ask me to go on with Satan? Are you truly that damn stupid? Who the hell is on the panel, Kerry Vandelhuizen?” I yelled. 

“Um, actually she is.” He responded, sheepishly.

“No, there’s no way in hell I’m going on television with a guy that is a collector of Littles, and the country’s biggest advocate of abducting Littles. You might as well ask me to walk in there with a leash on my neck, and tell them to take me away.” I continued, getting angrier.

“We’ve worked it out. Reggie, Shane, and I are all going to go with you, and no one but the absolute necessary staff will be allowed in the building during the interview. It’s $10,000, Naomi. How much could that help our cause? You know we’re holding on by a string here.” He finished.

“Screw you, Randall. I can’t believe you would even ask me to do this. God damn you for this.” I spat back at him; my head in my hands. “The closest thing to an answer that I’m giving you is, I’ll think about it.”

“Thank you, Naomi. That’s all I ask.” He responded quietly, and hung up.

I sat there for a moment, in disbelief. I couldn’t believe Randall would even ask me to do something like this. I’m actually putting my freedom in jeopardy if I do this. Jeff and Kerry wouldn’t blink at the thought of taking me, right on camera. They were two of the most vindictive, disgusting, Giants I’d ever seen in my entire life. As far as they were concerned, Littles were put on this planet as toys for their amusement.

I picked up the phone, and dialed Reggie. “Reggie, I need to get out of town. Now, please.”

“Yes, Little Miss, I’ll be there in five minutes.” He responded, hanging up.

I grabbed a bag, and my cell and waited out front for him. He pulled up in the usual vehicle. After jumping in, and closing the door, “You know where.” I said quickly.

“Yes, and I’ll get us there as quickly as possible.” He said with a nod.

“Reggie, how long have you known about this Jeff Biggum invitation?” I asked.

“Only an hour or so ma’am. I told Randall I’d only agree to the terms if you had first.” He replied.

I smiled, “What happened to Little Miss?”

I could see Reggie smile from the rearview mirror.

“You seem to be the only one that I can really trust Reggie. How the hell did that happen? Just think about how the hell we met… Just doesn’t quite make sense, does it? I rambled.

“Little Miss, you are special to me. You sure do overthink things too much, though. If you do this show I will keep you safe, but I don’t think it’s a good idea; even if it gets CAMOL national coverage. Your safety is too much more important. Little Miss is more important than CAMOL.” Reggie assured.

I couldn’t say anything. I just blushed. Reggie had always meant more to me than the rest of them. I stared out the window watching the scenery fly by. After a short time the scenery changed from street signs and colossal buildings, to lush fields and expansive forests. The change alone began to free my mind of poignant thoughts of recent events.

Eventually, we arrived at our location and I’d left the vehicle before Reggie had even put it in park. I looked around and the expansive, virescent field of grass and cobalt sky with absolute pleasure. I came to Reggie and gestured for him to come down to my level. He bowed, and I pecked him on the cheek.

 “You know where I’ll be.” I said not waiting for a response.
I took off down a path toward my personal Eden. After a bit of a trek, I came to a stream and smiled. I was close. I followed the stream until I heard the sound of water pounding on rocks below. With this sound, I knew I had arrived.

I was looking at a lake of sapphire, with the waterfall feeding it from above. The grass of jade only amplified its beauty. The symphony of crickets, frogs, cicadas, and birds was as harmonious as any song you would hear.

After my initial session of taking in of my surroundings, I made my way over to my favorite oak tree, and took a seat. The air was fresh, and the sky was clear…

I sat there, blissfully, for a long time. I didn’t need technology, or anyone to keep me company. I just needed this time to myself. I watched the lake’s water ripple as it was hit by the waterfall’s force. I had no concerns of CAMOL, or Jeff Biggum, or anything else for that matter while sitting at the base of the oak tree.

Then I heard someone approaching, through the grass, from behind me. “Reggie, this better be important. This is the only time I get to myself.”

“Hello Naomi.” Came a voice that I’ll never forget, but most certainly not Reggie’s.

I turned around and there she was, Rebecca.
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The soft breeze tossed her luxuriant, bronze hair, as though fingers ran through it. She wore a white sundress that flicked back and forth in the breeze. The sun had just begun to drop in the sky, and it made her look as though her usually pale complexion was aglow. She was beautiful, but terrified me nonetheless.

Fear overtook me. “Re…” I began.

“Please, stop,” Rebecca requested, her arm extended in a non-threatening manner. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

 “I don’t believe you. That’s all you know what to do.” I responded, with a cracked voice. I stood and backed away from her. I was ready to run to Reggie; I knew he would protect me from this monster. I knew I wasn’t going back to that life, and I would do whatever was necessary to get away from her.

I could actually see a look of pain in her eyes. “I didn’t even know you were here, Honey. I come here to think.” Rebecca replied. “You’re not the only person that likes alone time…” She said with a raised eyebrow.

She was always really good with the half question, half statements. I nodded, to confirm her assumption.

“You’re telling me, you had no idea that I was down here?” I inquired.

“Not until parked, and I saw Reggie sitting in the car, half asleep.” She retorted, with a bit of a smile. “His neck is probably going to hurt.”

I didn’t find the situation nearly as funny as she did, apparently. Reggie did have a tendency to fall asleep when he was bored, so I wasn’t surprised. I stood there staring at Rebecca, intently. If she made one move, I was gone. I felt like a wildebeest ready to take off down the African plain if the lion moved.

“I guess I’ll leave.” I stated, as I started moving toward the car. I watched Rebecca, in case she made a move toward me.

“Please stay Honey. I’d love to talk.” Rebecca replied.

I stopped, turned around, and looked at Rebecca with a raised eyebrow. “What would you ever want to talk to me about?” I countered. “The good old times, where you had me under your control? I don’t come here to reminisce, Rebecca. I come here to be alone, and to think about the present… The future.”

“You come somewhere I showed you, brought you to for the first time, and you never think about us?” She retorted, in a patronizing tone. “Honey, I don’t know which person you’re being more dishonest to, me or yourself.”

“God damn it Rebecca, I’m not your fucking prisoner anymore. Don’t start that shit with me.” I countered angrily. It was true she had introduced me to this place only a couple weeks after abducting me, but the last thing I wanted to do was think about the “good old times” with her.

She seemed a bit surprised by my reaction. I hadn’t shown her a great deal of the “angry Naomi” while under her control, but I wasn’t under her control anymore. I was free, and I intended to keep it that way. I stared at her, with anger burning in my gaze.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way Honey. I just didn’t see how you could do that, but please stay and talk with me. I promise I won’t bite.” She said smiling, again.

I don’t know what it is about her, or that smile. I nodded, and slowly crept back toward the water. At the water’s edge, I stood and watched the waterfall cascade on to the surface of the lake. The water looked as though it glittered from the coppery light of the setting sun.

“I saw the news, and how you’re going to speak to Congress.” Rebecca stated. “What do you really think that’s going to accomplish? Are you trying to be a hero, honey?”

I spun around, “It’s Naomi god damn it!” I shouted at her. “No, I don’t think I’m a hero, and I’m not sure what it’ll accomplish, but apparently this fucking world has lost its ability to decipher the difference between right and wrong, and someone needs to wake them the fuck up!”

I could tell by the raised eyebrow, Rebecca was a little taken aback by my blow up. I wouldn’t let her or anyone else talk me out of doing this speech, and she would be the last person on the planet that I would be willing to be the voice of reason.

“You’re a lot angrier than I remember, Naomi.” She said, emphasizing my name.

“Yeah, well, I’m the monster that you and those like you created. I’m right where I should be, and I don’t need someone like you trying to “fix me”. I retorted using my fingers for quotes. “I already have a therapist… Thanks to you and your lackey Francine. Oh, and I better not forget your lover that fucking raped me…” I trailed off.

I could feel my face had begun to flush, and with the thoughts of that asshole, I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes. Rebecca must have noticed, as well, because she tried to say something, but I stopped her and wiped the tears away angrily.

“Oh… Naomi, I’m sorry those things happened. I tried to protect you, and I don’t expect you to forgive me for them, but I never intended…”

“Yeah, but they did, and I don’t remember you consoling me much. You just acted like they didn’t happen. You went about your days, normally. I was dying inside and you were happy parading me around like a fucking trophy. You want to know why I’m doing this? That’s why I’m doing this; to stop the beatings, the sexual abuse, the embarrassment that all of us have to endure for the pleasure of animals like you.” I preached to her.

She was hurt. I could see it in her face. I had always thought I would feel better if I had the chance to speak my mind to Rebecca, but I didn’t. If anything, it was making me feel worse. If I had to be honest to myself, she had tried to keep me safe. She fired Francine the instant she found out that she had been abusing me, and when she found out that asshole raped me; after a swift kick to the nuts, she had him thrown out of her home. 

That was when I heard her sniffle. I had never seen her “sad”. She had always been strong when around me. Being the head of a company, she had to be capable of controlling her emotions, and hearing her do that was, on some level, disturbing. 

“Naomi, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to do after he did that to you. I wanted to cuddle you, and never let out of my arms, but I thought I should act normally, and it might help you forget it.” Rebecca explained through sobs. “I let you down, and you have every right to hate me. I hope, someday, you can forgive me.” She continued.

I was stunned. I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t expect her to give an explanation, and more so, never expected her to be so upset about the whole thing. 

“This is ironic.” I thought to myself.

That’s when I heard Reggie running toward us. He must have heard me yelling at Rebecca, and wondered what the hell was going on. He saw Rebecca, still in tears, and then looked at me, with confusion in his eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and waived him off. 
The sun had begun to lower below the horizon and the sky had become a beautiful viridian. Soon the stars would be out. That was my favorite time to be here. There was no better place to look at the shimmering gems in the heavens, than from my serene spot by the water. Was I really going to be consoling Rebecca while looking at the stars?

“Listen Rebecca, there were still a few good times, and I bet that you could be a great mother… To a real child.” I affirmed.

“There were?” She questioned, starting to calm down.

“Yeah, other than the diapers, the bottles, and the pacifiers, the story at night was always nice.” I explained. Trying to think of something. “Obviously, I love this place…”

“Yeah, you were always excited when I brought you here.” She said with a small smile. “You always enjoyed listening to me read you “The Princess and the Pea”, and “Jack and the Beanstalk”.”

“See, it wasn’t all bad,” I responded, “and how many times did I fall asleep in your lap while you rocked me in the rocking chair?”

“Thank you Naomi.” She replied.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. My back was against my favorite oak tree, and I listened to the water crash on the surface of the lake. Rebecca craned her neck to look at me.

“I am sorry that I hurt you Naomi. I thought you’d come to enjoy it.” She explained. “I wanted to make you happy, not hurt you.”

“I believe you, Rebecca.” I responded. “I’m doing the Jeff Biggum show tomorrow evening.” I blurted out. 

“Naomi, are you sure that’s a good idea? That man is not a pleasant individual.” She replied.

“I need to do it. I didn’t know it, until I talked to you, but I have to do it.” I answered.

I looked to the sky and was amazed at how beautiful the night sky had become. It was as clear as I had ever seen it. The gleaming, silver moon stared down upon us, and the stars freckled the ink-black sky.

“Do you know the story of Cassiopeia?” I questioned, pointing to the constellation floating above us.

“No, just looks like a “W” to me.” Rebecca’s response.

“Cassiopeia was an arrogant queen, that believed she was the most beautiful woman in all of creation; more beautiful than the gods, even. This upset Juno, and the other goddesses, so they went to Neptune and he sent a sea monster to destroy her people. Perseus saved the people, and for that he was married to Cassiopeia’s daughter Andromeda.

Cassiopeia still got what she had coming to her. When Neptune placed her in the heavens, he placed her upside down to humiliate her.” I explained. “It kind of reminds me of what I’m trying to do. People that are arrogant, and think Littles are less important, and can be used need to get a wakeup call, like Cassiopeia. Unfortunately, I can’t turn them upside down to humiliate them.”

Rebecca just chuckled. Weird as it may be, it made me feel better that she wasn’t upset anymore.

“Little Miss, I think it’s time to go.” I heard Reggie say from by the lake.

“Okay…” I answered. “Rebecca, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it was good to see you.”
She looked at me, and smiled. “It was good to see you again, too, Naomi.”

I walked over to Reggie, and we trekked back to the car, together. I pulled out my phone and called Randall.

“Hello?” Came Randall from the other end.

“I’ll do it, Randall. Tell that piece of shit I’ll do the show.” I stated, and then hung up the phone.
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“That was interesting…” I started, but trailed off. I never would have thought Rebecca and I would ever cross paths again, and if we had I never would have expected it to be civil.

“Are you okay, Little Miss? Would you like to talk about it?” Reggie questioned, while looking at me from the rearview mirror.

“No…” My only response.

I wanted to be capable of saying I still hated her. That I still wanted to see her thrown from a roof top, but if I did, I’d be lying. There was something about that interaction that gave me a new found respect for Rebecca. I truly believed she, and so many other giants, were just naïve to how damaging their actions were. They believed they were helping, at least to some extent.

I sat silent, watching the lush fields and emerald trees change to monstrous skyscrapers and hideous concrete surroundings. The sun had begun to fall as we began our trip back to the city and it was nearly dark now.

“Reggie, thank you for being such a good friend.” I uttered, lowly.

“No, thank you for trusting me Little Miss. We’re back at your building. Would you like me to walk you up to your residence?” He asked.

“No, I’ll be okay… I think…” I responded with a wink.

Reggie exited the vehicle and moved to my door. He opened it for me and held it while I jumped from the seat. I motioned for him to bend down, and gave him a peck on the cheek. 

“Thanks for the ride, ya’ big gorilla.” I asserted with a coy smirk, and took off up the stairs toward my apartment. At the top of the stairs I looked back to see him still standing there with a large grin on his face.

I worked my way up to the apartment, and unlocked the door. When I opened it, I saw Jameson sitting at the table, watching Jeff Biggum’s show.

“Really Jameson? I don’t need to see that asshole’s face right now.” I proclaimed.

“Yeah, I bet. He just announced you were going to be on his show tomorrow night. Guess you’re becoming quite the celebrity, huh?” He retorted.

I just shook my head in half-hearted disgust. I walked to the refrigerator and grabbed beer. “I’ll be in my office going over my notes for Congress.” I walked to room and closed the door as I took a swig from the bottle. “And people wonder why I drink…”

I literally leapt to the seat in front of the desk and opened the folder I had all of the documents and notes for tomorrow in. There were different statistics and analyses stacked in it, as well as, other research about the effects of the drugs used in etiquette schools. The specific information I was looking for was on a chemical compound called Cirinium.

I began reviewing the report that Randall had sent me from some scientists, showing its tendency to addict those that use it. The report showed how similar its makeup related to that of heroine, and the dangers of repeated use.

“The problem for Littles, they don’t have a choice. The Giants that decide to use the chemical give it to the Little in a milk like substance, without their knowledge. Cirinium puts the Little in a euphoric state, where they are susceptible to suggestions. It has been found to be very common practice in etiquette schools to use both Cirinium and hypnosis to reach a desired effect.”

“A form of Cirinium, or at least, something with nearly the same chemical makeup had been used for government espionage. They would force captured spies to take the drug, and then they’d make them carry out bombings or assassinations for them.”

“Drug companies have gone so far as to make it possible for Amazons to ingest the drug and via lactation, administer the drug to Littles. This is not without side effects. It is found to cause severe mood swings, abusive tendencies, and in limited cases breast cancer.”

”The most disturbing of all findings, there are no regulations on Cirinium. The FDA does not believe it to be a legitimate threat and will not comment further.”

“God, this is so fucked up…” I thought out loud.

I had read most of the information in this folder multiple times, and it still made me sick to my stomach when I thought about it. The next report was on the number of deaths caused by the abduction of Littles in the last twelve months. It covered both the suicides, and murders. It also remarked on the number of confirmed attempted suicides.
Next was the information on the psychological trauma caused by the abductions. The report showed that Littles had symptoms of PTSD at a rate of 81%, and to suffer from Stockholm Syndrome at a rate of 74%.

“The adults that are taken captive have shown many lasting effects (Cognitive, Emotional, and Social).”

“The cognitive reactions have shown to be: impaired memory and concentration; confusion and disorientation; flashbacks and memories; denial (i.e. that the event has happened); hypervigilance.

“The emotional reactions have shown to be: shock and numbness; fear and anxiety; helplessness and hopelessness; dissociation (feeling numb and ‘switched off’ emotionally); anger (at anybody – perpetrators, themselves and the authorities); anhedonia (loss of pleasure in doing that which was previously pleasurable); depression”

“The emotional reactions have shown to be: withdrawal; irritability; avoidance”

“Two extreme reactions have also been noted, namely, ‘frozen fright’ and ‘psychological infantilism’. The former refers to a paralysis of the normal emotional reactivity of the individual, and the latter reaction is characterized by regressed behavior such as clinging and excessive dependence on the captors.”

Looking at this report made me feel pained. It reminded me of everything that I was going through. I was always on edge, and sleep almost never came… well, unless I’d had about six beers. With that thought I looked at my empty bottle, and decided it was time for me to close my eyes for the night. I hated the thought, but I knew that tomorrow was going to be crazy, and I couldn’t let my guard down.

I closed the folder and hopped from the chair. “Tomorrow is going to be… interesting…” With that I shut off my light and lay in my bed.
___

I awoke, for the first time in a very long time without the remnants of a nightmare running through my mind. It surprised me; with seeing Rebecca yesterday I would have expected to have had the worst I’d had in a long time. “Guess I won’t complain…” I thought to myself.

I got up and followed my usual routine. Brushing my teeth and then jumped in the shower. The tepid water running over my body cleared my lethargic senses. The flowery scent of the soaps, and blinding light in the bathroom had me ready for what was to come by the time I stopped the water and began to dry my skin with the fluffy towel.

I threw some comfortable sweats and a hoody on to start my morning. I was going to be in an uncomfortable business suit all day and wanted a little time to be relaxed before said time. When I walked into the kitchen to start the coffee I could see first copper rays of sunlight beginning to show above the tops of the city’s skyline. The splendid mix of brass and amber was enough to warm my soul.

With a bit of a grin I went back to the task of preparing the coffee. With the cackle of the coffee brewing in the background I went to the television to see the news. Thankfully there wasn’t anything that I hadn’t been expecting. There was the usual weather, sports, and as could be expected a few discussions on my address to Congress. Most were saying it was a complete publicity scheme, or just stupid to let a simple Little speak in front of “Adults”, but there were a select few that said it was about time someone spoke up, and maybe Congress was finally waking up to a “new slavery”.

“You know you shouldn’t stand that close to the TV. It’s bad for your eyes…” Jameson yawned from behind me.

“Are you ever serious?” I retorted.

“Only when I have to be… but isn’t that what you love about me?” He said with a smirk.

I shook my head with joking condescension, as I went to get my cup of coffee. “The big day’s finally here… I don’t know if I’m so nervous that I don’t feel it, or I’ve finally gotten over the fear.”

“You’ll do fine, and you’re going to have that ape, me, and like three other guys watching over you the entire time.” He responded.

“Hey! Only I can call Reggie an ape!” I said in mock anger.

“You sure seem to be in a good mood this morning… Wouldn’t have expected that.” Jameson said pointedly.

“It’s crazy, I saw Rebecca yesterday. We talked for a while, and I seriously think it helped. I don’t think she’s the crazy bitch that I always thought, anymore. Maybe dumb as a box of rocks, but not the villain that I thought. I don’t think it could have happened at a better time. It really opened my eyes, Jameson. I don’t think ALL of these people that take in Littles are monsters. Naïve, no question, but not monsters. Rebecca actually thought she was trying to help.

I’m not dumb enough to think someone like Biggum or Vandelhuizen is trying to help. They’re happy watching us suffer. I just think there are a whole lot of Giants out there that just need to be woken up. They have their blinders on, so to speak, and have lived in this world where it’s acceptable to treat Littles this way, so they go along with it. I’m here to wake them up.” I inform him

“No shit…? You saw Rebecca yesterday… That’s crazy.” Jameson’s only response.

We drank our coffee in silence for the next hour, as we watch the news. That’s when there was a knock at the door. 
 
“It’s just the ape…” I said sarcastically.

I answered to see Reggie looming over me, holding two clothing bags over his left shoulder. I guessed the one was my clothing for the day, and the other was Jameson’s. He was wearing his best suit, as usual. “Come in my good sir.” I said with a smirk.

“Thank you Little Miss.” He responded.

“We’ve got coffee going, if you want any…” I said, returning to the television.

We sat there in silence for a short time until Reggie decided I should start getting ready, “Don’t you think it would be well advised to start preparations Little Miss?”

I looked at the clock, and with a simple nod of agreement stood up and took my now empty cup to the counter. Reggie followed, grabbing my clothes and set the ensemble on my bed.

“Good lord Reggie, you planning to dress me, too? I think I’ve got it.” I said sarcastically.

I opened the hanging bag to find a business suit. It was slate colored, with the one button jacket and a piped pencil skirt. It was a one button jacket and had a notched lapel, and four-button cuffs. There was also a white dress shirt with it.

“Damn… don’t know if I ever had a suit this nice before…” I thought to myself. “If nothing else, I’ll look the part.”

I dressed and grabbed a pair of black high-heels from the closet. I went to the bathroom, and put my hair in the most “professional” look I could. I straightened it and it looked good enough to me. When you’re used to having it in a ponytail the majority of the time, you really don’t know what else to do. I put very little makeup on, as usual. A small amount of eye shadow and liner, and a light lipstick on; I was ready to go. I walked back to the living room, where Reggie and Jameson were waiting for me.

Jameson was dressed already, and I’d never seen him in a suit. He looked far more presentable than I’d ever seen him. It was slightly humorous, since he was dressed in exactly the same suit Reggie was.
 
“Wow, I have my own security team.” I said caustically.
Reggie chuckled, but Jameson rolled his eyes. He hated dressing in anything other than sweats or jeans and a hoodie.

“Ready to go, madam?” Jameson asked bowing his head, with a grin.
 
I nodded, and we all made our way to the vehicle. It was a relatively long ride, but we had a lot to talk about before we got there. We needed to go over everything that was going to happen throughout the day; between the speech and the appearance on Jeff Biggum’s program. As far as Reggie was concerned we needed to discuss all security matters, because this very well could be a dangerous day for me, and anyone else involved.

We went over all of the things that we found to be pertinent to the day, especially, what Reggie believed we needed to look out for as far as safety. Reggie enlightened me that Randall would be out front of the Capitol, waiting for us. 

After another twenty minutes we were sitting in front of the Capitol. Well, sort of anyway. There was a crowd of hundreds of people yelling and holding signs in front of the building.
 
“Um, did anyone expect this?” I questioned, “Why the hell didn’t we see this crazy shit on the news this morning?”

“Guess they didn’t expect this turn out.” Jameson answered.

“Where the hell is Randall?” I asked, not expecting an answer.

Reggie shut the engine off, and eventually came around to my door. He opened it and I stepped out as gracefully as I could. Reggie told Jameson to walk behind me, and Reggie was going to walk next to me as we approached the building.

“If you see anyone… anything coming at her, you stop it. Do you understand sir?” Reggie asked Jameson with conviction in his voice, and fire in his eyes.

“Yeah, I’ve got her back.” He responded, honestly.

We began our trek toward the building, where I would be making history; positive or negative, I was going to make history today. Let’s hope it’s not the latter. The people were shouting comments of both support and obscenities at us, and I could see Giants that had brought their Littles with them. Dressed in their “Sunday’s Best”, bulging bottoms and everything else a proper toddler would be expected to have. Most looked horrified, but you could still see the occasional blank stare of those that had gone through etiquette schools or had been drugged into submission.

“You’d be a much better baby girl, you little brat!” I heard from the crowd.
“Don’t listen to anything you hear, Little Miss.” Reggie reassured me. 

With a nod, I kept my gaze straight forward as best I could.

We made it to the enormous building, with its colossal pillars, and elaborate stone work. There were reporters blurting out questions, but I did my best to ignore them. With the number of them asking it was relatively easy to drown it out. Without a moment’s hesitation we entered.

“Wow that was fun…” I uttered derisively.
We went through security, and that’s when I saw Randall. “Where the fuck have you been!?” I asked furiously, “You were supposed to be out front, waiting for us.”

“I figured you’d be okay with those two. So I waited here.” He replied quietly.

“No, you decided you would wait in here in case something happened…” I retorted, angrier than before.

I glared at him with all the anger I could muster, “Where do we go?”

Without a word he pointed toward a door that said “private”.

We walked through the door, and to a private room where I was to wait until my address to Congress. It was approximately an hour, so I told Jameson and Randall to wait outside while Reggie waited with me in the room. Jameson and Randall left.

“Thank you Reggie; for everything you’ve done.” I said whole-heartedly.

We didn’t say much for the rest of the time. More so, I looked at notes, and he watched me. There was a knock on the door. Reggie answered, and it was a woman letting me know that it was time to go.

“Good luck, Little Miss.” Reggie said with a smile, “You’ll do great.”

I walked toward a large open door, and onto the stage. There were steps at the podium and I was there. I was about to fight for our people’s, my people’s right to live a happy and safe life.
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I cleared my throat as I looked out over the massive room of giants. The blinding spotlight on me obstructed my view over the room, slightly. I was surprised to see the number of the Congress people that had showed; the room looked nearly full.

 “The Zhan Shin monks, in the high mountains of Surana have said, “A man cannot be both a savior and an oppressor. When faced with this he must choose, and choose wisely, for he will face the consequences”.

 “What happened in Seattle will not be an isolated event if we are not able to come together as a nation and figure this out. What those individuals did is wrong, appalling, and they deserve to be brought to justice as any criminal should be, but with that considered, there is one thing I’d want everyone in this room to consider; something that I was once told, if you back an injured animal into a corner, it will defend itself.”

“I will not condone such actions, but it would be a bold-faced lie to tell you I do not understand their decision. As is said, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. They felt mute, and knew it would be heard.”

“This battle cannot be won in the dark of night, but must be won in the light of day. Littles have been forced to hide for far too long for the fear of being abducted and stuck in life of infancy. That is the reason that I am here. To show my fellow Littles we are not helpless, we must not bow down to the tyranny that we have been forced to face for far too long. We need stand as one and say “No, we will not fear you any longer”.”

“For too long my brothers and my sisters have been forced into what can be best described as slavery, for the simple pleasure of Giants and it must stop! You, Congress, have the ability to make this end, and it is your duty as God fearing men and women to show the citizens of this fine nation that it is wrong.

“I’m going to make this short, because we’ve all heard this topic discussed, no fought over for the last few decades and it is time for the oppression of a people to end. We all know, whether we are willing to admit the fact or not, that the abduction of Littles is not an act of kindness, but an act of hatred, a heinous act of persecution.”

“We’ve all heard the ridiculous accusations and supposed facts that groups like ELNAP and its counterparts throw around; nearly all have zero scientific data to substantiate. Let’s go over a few bits of legitimate data, shall we?”

“We have provided all of the data, and much more, in the files lying in front of you. The mind control data is what I would like to discuss. Hypnosis is already, by law, illegal, and yet has been found to be used in 14 establishments, better known as etiquette schools in this state alone. It is estimated that there are 43 in this nation that still use it openly. The law is not enforced. Records show there have only been 8 fines, for a total of $37,000 in the last 18 months. When it is being used openly, how is it that there are so few fines? These establishments should be closed by now, if nothing else being fined to the point they can’t keep their doors open. Then there is the ease of the individual buying hypnosis programs. My team was able to go to stores such as Littles ‘R Us and Forever Kids and find the resources within minutes. Laws don’t matter if you don’t enforce them, ladies and gentlemen.”

“Then there’s Cirinium laced products. Cirinium is a disgusting product that warps the mind. Some of you may even know it from being in the military. For those that don’t, this drug is used to “train” Littles into the perfect little child. Amazons can take this themselves and through lactation administer it. This has the possible side effect of breast cancer! All to warp the mind of an abducted Little. It is not monitored by the FDA and can be sold openly and freely.”

“Let me explain more directly. Cirinium was used in espionage to force captured spies to work for our country. They would drug these individuals until they had no capacity for logical thought and make them work for us. Or worse, they would utilize them for suicide missions. Who cares if an enemy’s man is killed, right? The use of this chemical was banned by the United Nations thirteen years ago, and with very little modification is used on Littles. More directly to the topic, please, someone, explain to me how putting your life in danger to destroy the mind of another can be considered an acceptable act of humanity… How has the FDA not stepped in to say this is unacceptable for a woman to give themselves cancer, or to warp the mind of a living human?”

“Please, everyone turn to page twenty-four. These are the most disturbing statistics that we will cover. The deaths that have been related to the topic at hand. There have been twenty-seven deaths linked to the abduction of my people in the last twelve months. That’s thirteen suicides by Littles, with seven of those confirmed to have murdered their captors prior to taking their own lives. The other seven have been attributed to attempts of saving those Littles that had been taken captive. I want every single individual to consider those numbers. Twenty-seven deaths that have been confirmed to be directly attributed to Littles being held in captivity as though they were pets. How many deaths have been overlooked, or hidden from public eye? Those lives have been wasted, and we will never know what those people could have provided our society.”

“As stated, I’ll keep this short. I’ll leave the longwinded speeches to you politicians. A few generations ago Littles weren’t looked at as such vulnerable creatures. In fact, during the Great War, just over 60 years ago, they were called upon to defend this nation we call home. My grandfather was one of those Littles. I remember hearing the stories of his trials, both from him, and his fellow soldiers he called friends. Those friends… they were Giants, just like you.”

“There’s one story specifically that I’m going to tell you. While in the Relands Plateau, where they were stationed, their camp was ambushed. He was a simple cook at the time and no one thought much about him; just a stupid, weak Little, but after this they thought a whole lot differently. The enemy had them surrounded and when the Giants were under fire, my grandfather found a rifle and shot seven of the enemy, saving nine of our men. “

“I heard so many stories of my grandfather’s heroism and acts of selflessness from the men he still called friends that it gave me, as a child, nightmares. I remember watching my grandfather, whiskey in hand talking to these men, talking about sports, politics, and anything else under the sun. Because of that great man I didn’t even know there was the problem there is until he was on his deathbed.”

“I want every one of you to consider that. A helpless Little saved the life of nine soldiers, and became lifelong friends when he was given the chance. With that, I say good day and thank you for your time.”

I stepped from the podium and exited the stage to where Reggie had been waiting for me. He was smiling from ear to ear, like the Cheshire Cat.

“Wonderful job Little Miss. Biggum better be ready for you, or he’s going to wish he was never born.” Reggie exclaimed.

Once out of view of Congress, I ran to Reggie and clutched him. I was shaking. I couldn’t believe I had actually done it. It was seriously the scariest thing I had ever done. I was carrying the weight of an entire people on my shoulders and just called out Congress!

“Really? Are you sure? I don’t think that’s going to make any difference. They’re just going to say it’s a big circus to appease the people against this shit.” I said gripping him. I never wanted to let him go. The worst part was, I knew I had just pissed off a lot of really powerful people, and God knows what the hell they would do..?”
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[BabySofia]

Really looking forward to you adding to this!

[enigma_66]

“Alright, enough of the hugging crap…” I stated, trying to collect myself as I slowly released my grasp of his leg.  “Well, I hope they actually take it seriously, and some of them aren’t too dumb to read the findings.”

Reggie just nodded and motioned to the door.  We made our way out and into the mob of media, as well as Jameson and Randall.  Once we got past the throngs of insults, jeers and occasional applaud we were to our car.

We were on our way to the apartment, and my head was swimming.  I just watched the cityscape through the window in silence.  I wasn’t sure if the speech would be taken seriously, if it would be considered an insult to all Giants, or taken as some kind of media circus for attention.

Randall was making chit chat with Jameson about who knows what. Maybe a local sports team, or the weather.  Jameson would occasionally look my way and ask if I would ask if I was okay, to which I would nod, or not answer at all.  I was too busy wondering if I should have done the address in the first place.

“Reggie, should I have said anything differently?” I queried.

He looked back, “Little Miss, you are a force to be reckoned with; don’t ever question that.”

Jameson reached back from the passenger seat to give me a fist bump, as to say damn right.

We pulled up to the apartment after what seemed forever, yet I didn’t move.  Randall removed himself, and started toward the apartment, as did Jameson.  I allowed Reggie to 
come around and open my door and assist me with exiting the vehicle.  I didn’t need to put on a show anymore.  The ‘strong, independent Little’. We walked to the apartment hand in hand, and as soon as I walked through the door I found my muscles quivering.  Reggie’s strong grasp, the only thing stopping me from falling to my knees.

“Just one more thing, Naomi…” Randall began, without looking toward the door where Reggie and I stand.  He stopped mid-sentence.

“I can’t take this shit!  Why the hell am I going on a show with a bunch pieces of shit that collect Littles?  They want me on that show to humiliate me.” I questioned.

Randall retorted, “You’re doing it for the cause. Think what that money can do for CAMOL.  Don’t be a coward.  Reggie and Jameson will be there for you.  No unnecessary staff are allowed there.”

“Don’t be a coward? Did you actually just say that to her, you piece of goat shit?  The one that couldn’t even be outside when she pulled up for the address to Congress!  If you want to get your teeth knocked in; talk to her like that.  She’s nothing but money to you, is she?”  Jameson screamed back.  “Get the fuck out of here, now…”

Without a word Reggie opened the door and pointed for him to leave.  He exited in a hurry when he saw the frustration in Reggies’ eyes.  “Don’t let the door hit you where the good lord split you.”

We walked to the sitting room and sat quietly, while I calmed myself. Jameson went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee for him and Reggie.  I decided tea sounded better.  I needed to calm my nerves for a bit.  Jameson didn’t usually lose his composure like that so it caught all of us off guard, I guess.

“My knight in shining armor…” I sarcastically commented when he came in with the drinks.   “Haven’t seen you be a jerk to someone in a long time.”

“Yeah, and surprise, surprise, it was defending you again.  It just seems to be something about you.  You have that effect on people.”  Jameson quipped.  “I’m serious, Naomi. You have that quality and that’s why you should go on Biggum’s show.  Maybe you question every decision you make, or everything you say, but you are a natural leader.  That address was ‘bomb” and they aren’t going to be able to do anything but take it seriously.  Yes, Biggum wants to embarrass the shit out of you tonight, but he doesn’t know who the hell he’s going up against.”

I had to admit, I was blushing a bit.  I hated the silly slangs he always used, but his message was clear.  He was a true friend.  Reggie and Jameson very well may be my only true friends.  I trusted that I was safe with them.

We sat there for about another hour and talked about what was about to come and then I jumped into the shower.  I put the chosen clothing on and did the makeup.  Not the usual idea, but when you’re going to be going into the snake pit you have to be a little more careful.  

On the ride we talked about the most logical talking points, and each weak point for the opponent on the show.  Biggum wouldn’t be easy, but he was only one Vandelhuizen was a Viper that would take down anyone that stood in the way of openly abducting Littles.  She also believed in testing and hypnosis on them.  

“Do either of you know what Randall was going to say when I was walking into the apartment?” I I asked.

We pulled into the lot, moved to the set, and the car was put in park.  “Here goes nothing guys…  This ought to be a shit show and a half, right?” We chuckled.

Jameson jumped out and Reggie came around to my door.  We were on to see what kind of trouble this would raise.  We entered the building and we were met by a producer who walked us to my waiting room.

“The other two guests have already arrived, and are waiting in a different room, per your request.  I’m John Segrum, so if you have any requests just ask for me.  All other non-essential personnel are gone.” He stated. 

“Um, What the fuck is going on…. I thought it was Kerry and Biggum? Who the hell is the other guest?  Where the hell is Shane as well?  He was supposed to meet us here wasn’t he?” I questioned.
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I know it's short but I did start writing and thought it would be a fun place to leave it hanging ?

[BabySofia]

Glad to see you adding to this! I have a bad feeling about missing information here... Hoping if all else fails maybe Reggie can 'adopt' her.

[CDfm]

I have really enjoyed this story so far and do hope to see it continue.