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Midnight Downloads
by Wendy-J
Wendy-J@KimEM.net
© 1999-2004 Wendy-J All Rights Reserved.
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Part-13
Monday Night September 7^th

James Boone, on his way home from the Sneaker, his favourite sports bar, was angry at the world, and "that little trollop" who had approached him as he walked out the door of 'The Sneaker'.

"She was acting like she wanted some. Christ, she was all over me. Fuckin' bitch, even made me buy her a goddamn drink. And what do I get for my manners? A fuckin' set o' blue balls."

He rounded the corner to his street. He was drunk again and at the wheel of his late model Ford Taurus. He made the turn wide, swerving just a bit as he over-corrected from the turn. Heading down the block, he saw a 1970's vintage Mercedes 450 SL convertible in the middle of the street directly in front of his house. The cream coloured car, though over 25 years old, looked showroom new. Its hood was up and the four way flashers blinked dimly and slowly. Its driver, a woman, was bent over at the waist, looking intently at the engine and jiggling the wires connected there. The only thing he noticed about her was the pair of shapely legs clad in black, seamed stockings perched atop a pair of black, patent leather, stiletto heels. The black leather miniskirt she wore couldn't quite cover all in this particular pose and showed a glimpse of white just beneath. Her stocking tops and suspender tabs were clearly visible to all who cared to look, and James Boone looked. Actually, the word to describe what he was doing was leered.

"Jimmy old boy, it looks like your ship has just come in!" he said aloud.

As the Ford lurched to a stop, the legs gained a head and torso and turned to face him. Jim climbed out of the car. "Hi, having engine trouble?" he asked the blonde's bosom. She was wearing an unbuttoned, fuchsia single-breasted linen jacket and a white, silk blouse that was unbuttoned just enough to show her assets to maximum advantage.

"It just died," the woman said, a hint of tears in her small voice.

Jim continued to stare at the woman's chest. After what seemed like an eternity to her, he allowed his gaze to move from her bosom. But instead of moving up to her face, it dropped down to her legs, hovered there for a while, and, slowly, it moved back up. Finally, after nearly 60 seconds of silence, his lecherous gaze made it to her face. Her blonde hair framed her face in soft curls of spun gold, a smudge of black on one cheek.

"Damn! She's cute, too," Jim thought as his mind finally began to work again. "Well, let's have a look."

"Oh, thank you," she said as she thought, "What - a - fucking - ass. I'm gonna have fun with this one."

After what was much longer than it should have taken, Jim found the problem.

"Here y'-go, it's just a loose battery cable." After staggering to and fumbling about in the trunk of his car, he returned with a pair of pliers and tightened the cable for her. "Why'n'cha give it a try," he slurred drunkenly.

The woman got into her car and tried the key. The engine roared to life on the first try. She jumped out of the car and threw her arms around Jim's neck, giving him a kiss full on the lips. Then she just sort of bounced up and down saying, "Oh thank you sooo much! You saved my life! How can I ever repay you?"

Jim pulled her against him again and said, "Oh I can think of a few ways, Honey."

"Oh, you're terrible," she giggled. "Okay, tell you what, I have to go to the mall and pick up a couple of things. Why don't you come along? That way, I don't miss my sale, and I can thank you… properly… afterwards!"

"Sure, Honey. Why doncha park yer car 'n…"

"Oh, can't we go in Bitsy?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips, daintily stomping one foot down and thrusting her lower lip out in a classic little girl's pout.

"Bitsy?" James said uncomprehendingly. He was so drunk he was weaving back and forth.

"I just love driving my sexy little Bitsy. Isn't she just the sexiest little thing you ever saw?" she asked, referring to her car.

"Well, almost," he said with a leer.

"Oh, but I do," she purred. "I get so horny just driving her sometimes."

"Le'me park mine then," he said as he weaved back to his car.

"Yep," he mused as he attempted to park the Taurus, "Jimmy me boy, yer ship has definitely come in! I'm getting me a bit 'o' blonde honey tonight!"

Once he'd finally managed to get the Ford into a space -- no mean feat considering his drunken state -- he climbed into the little sports car, almost falling into the seat.

"Isn't Bitsy just scrumptious?" she squeaked.

"I can think of a few things that are a bit more than scrumptious," Jim said as he placed his hand on her thigh.

"Ooooh! I think I can, too!" she giggled, putting the car in gear. She turned and looked hard at James Boone, an eerily cold smile framed her lips. With that, she tromped on the accelerator. "I absolutely love the feeling of pure power."

The Mercedes shot ahead. They roared off to the mall, the petite little blonde in complete control. When she finally parked the car, James Boone was more that a bit shaken up from the wild ride.

"I ain't lettin' the bitch drive again," he swore softly to himself as he climbed out of the bucket seat. His stomach was reeling from the motion of the car.

The blonde was standing in the middle of the lane waiting for him. "C'mon, Jimmy! It's almost closing time! I just gotta get that stuff tonight!"

"Okay, babe, okay."

They walked into the mall, their arms around each other's waists. In truth, the petite blond was leading as much as holding Jim up. "Damn, he's plastered," she thought.

In a few moments they arrived at their destination, "The Underworld?" Jim asked.

"Uh huh!" the blonde bubbled. They have a baby-doll I've been dying to get, and tonight's the last day it's on sale!"

Marjorie stared at the pair as they walked into the store. She pressed a button under the counter and moved to greet them. The button rang a buzzer in Jenny's office. She turned on the monitor just as Marjorie welcomed the late shoppers. "Hi, Lin! Back after that baby-doll?"

"Uh huh!" she perked. "Jimmy said that if I modelled it for him, he'd even pay for it! Isn't that right Jimmy-poo?" James Boone just nodded dumbly, his lecherous grin spreading wider by the moment.

"Some girls have all the luck," Marjorie moaned.

"Come on back; I'll get it for you."

"Thanks, Sweetie. C'mon, Jimmy-poo! Ooooh!" she squealed, "I can't wait to feel it against my skin."

They went back into the salon and Marjorie drew the curtain, effectively separating it from the rest of the store.

"You can sit here, sir," Marjorie said, indicating the sofa, then took a flimsy bit of pink fluff from a hanger, "Would you like a cup of coffee while you wait for her?"

"Uh, yeah, maybe I should at that," Jim said. He was feeling more than a bit drowsy.

"How do you take it?" Marjorie asked.

"Sweet and creamy, just like me," he said, and thought, "I want to stay awake for this."

Marjorie handed Linda the wisp of nearly transparent fabric and shooed her into a dressing room, then turned and went for Jim's coffee.

Jenny came out of her office just as Marjorie returned with the coffee. She smiled at James and turned to Marjorie. "It's closing time, dear; I'll get the door." Turning back to James, she continued, "Please don't mind the hour," her British accent was very distinct, "we'll stay open as long as you're here. The mall will be officially closed in another half-hour, but we have a private entrance to accommodate our late night shoppers. Do take your time and enjoy your visit. You have the shoppe to yourselves."

James Boone took a large gulp of his coffee and smiled in response. Linda came out of the changing room in a nearly transparent pink baby-doll nightie, her stockings and suspender belt clearly visible now. "Do you like it?" she said with a smile as she did a neat pirouette in her four-inch heels. Jim could only nod his head. She was stunning.

"Will you be taking that one?" Marjorie asked.

"Uh huh!" Linda replied as she snuggled up to James on the sofa.

"Will that be cash or charge?" she asked James.

"Charge," came the reply. James Boone placed his now empty cup on the coffee table, took out his wallet, then fished out his Platinum American Express Card and gave it to the young clerk.

"I'll write it up for you," Marjorie said, slipping behind a small counter to one side. She returned in a moment with an old-fashioned charge plate and handed it to James. He signed the slip with a flourish. It was the last thing he remembered doing.

He slumped over onto Linda. She gave him a nudge. He snored in response. Then she shoved him away from her and jumped up. "Gods! How repulsive can you be?!?" she exclaimed.

Marjorie just stood there grinning. "Well, he did pay for what you're wearing. He should at least get something for it.

"And he's going to pay for a lot more, too!" Linda said evilly.

"More than you know, Linda," Marjorie laughed.

"What'a y'-mean?" came the puzzled response.

"Take a look at the charge slips."

"Slips? Plural?" Linda asked.

Marjorie nodded, grinning broadly.

Linda took the charge plate from James' hand and examined it. "It's… THEY'RE blank!"

"Well, blank except for his charge card imprint and his signature," Marjorie giggled. "He really IS going to pay for it. ALL of it!"

"Marjorie, you're a genius!"

"I know. Give me a hand; he's heavy!"

"Leave him there for now. Chilli should be here in a minute; let her do the heavy work. She's the one who likes to lift weights, not me. I need a shower; I'll be back in a few. Happy now, Jenny?" she called out to the woman in the front of the store.

"No need to yell, my dear, I'm right here." Jenny appeared from behind the curtain, cash drawer in hand. "Let me see those charge slips, Marjorie," she said.

"I think the full 'First Lady's treatment is in order, don't you, Linda?"

Linda stopped in her tracks on her way into the changing room. "Full? Hair and all?"

"Full."

"I love it. Marjorie, I want it long. Lady Godiva long."

"Gotcha! I'll use the longest strands we have and just even it up. I just love the way you think, Linda."

"I'll be right back, I really need to shower and brush my teeth," she shivered. "To think I actually let him kiss me!" She went back into the changing room, retrieved her clothes and carried them into the back room.

Linda was just finishing her makeup as Chilli arrived.

"So am I going to get to have fun tonight, Tiggs?" Chilli asked.

"Yep, are you ever! We all are! He signed two blank charge slips."

"Two?! Blank? How the..."

" Two, ask Marjorie, I snuggled up to him and she handed him the charge plate. The rest, as they say, is history. Jenny said that a FULL First Lady's Special is the order of the night. Are you ready to work?"

Her grin rivalled Linda's in its chill. "Let's get to work; I don't want to be here all night."

They wasted no more time and went straight to work. First they put him in a chair, and propped a book in his hands. Linda took a picture from slightly behind and to one side. The appearance was that Jim was deciding on a style of cut. Then they started in earnest. Jim was stripped and put into a pair of panties. Linda took some more pictures. Jenny started to do a leg wax, and Linda took more pictures. Then they removed the panties and did a full bikini and genital wax as Linda took more pictures.

"I think he's going to feel this in the morning," Marjorie said with a smirk as she ripped another strip of hair from James Boone's genitalia.

"God, Marjorie!" Chilli exclaimed as she watched the girl viciously attack the hair in James's nether regions. "Jenny, remind me never to anger this girl,"

"You wouldn't say that if you saw what he did to Sam," the young woman replied, yanking at another strip of hair and wax.

"How are you coming on his face, Dear?" Chilli asked.

"Just fine, Joanne. One more strip and…" The sound of the wax strip being yanked from James's eye brows was heard as Jenny paused to examine her handiwork. "There, all done up here, now for the makeup. How are the pictures coming, Linda?"

"Beautiful, Boss. I think we have some real winners here. I'm using the 35 and the Polaroid. We have a regular portfolio in the works."

"I wish you wouldn't call me that. And a complete photographic record IS part of the treatment, Dear. How are you doing, Marjorie?"

"I'm done down here until you get him rolled over. Then I can finish him off. Care to help, Linda?"

"Are you crazy? I just had a shower! Isn't it bad enough I'm going to have to wake him up?"

"Sorry, I thought you might want a shot at his bottom. He's really fuzzy there."

"Chilli, aren't you done with his chest yet?"

"Almost. Gods! He's as hairy as an ape! I'm glad I'm not him. He's going to be one sore puppy for a couple of days!"

"He doesn't know the meaning of sore," Marjorie hissed as she applied more wax to his scrotum.

"I thought you said you were done, Sweetie," Jenny said.

"I am. I just want to give him something to remember!" She pulled the new strip of wax off as punctuation to her reply.

"Ow!" Chilli said and winced as she watched the girl work. "Aren't you supposed to hold the skin tight?"

"Yes, but that's mainly to keep the skin from bruising," Marjorie said viciously. "I want him to remember this."

"Jesus, the way he was talking earlier, you'd think he was bigger," Linda commented as she looked at his shrivelled member.

"I know. I guess it's another form of small man syndrome," Marjorie giggled.

And so the conversation went. The women worked tirelessly on into the night.

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Tuesday Morning September 8^th

By two the next morning, James, or Jamie, as he now looked, was home and in his bed. He wore a baby-doll nightie identical in all respects except size to the one he bought for Linda. White seamed stockings caressed his now-smooth legs. A pair of white, five-inch stiletto heeled pumps, complete with little locks on the ankle straps, had been placed on his feet. A delicate gold locket hung around his neck on a fine filigree chain. His wedding ring had been removed and replaced with a woman's wedding band and matching diamond engagement ring set. He had a slave anklet on his right ankle and matching bracelet on his right wrist, both fastened with little gold locks. His body hair had been completely removed, his eyebrows were pencil thin, his ears were pierced with little gold hoops, his nails had glamour length acrylic extensions that stuck past his fingertips a good inch and both finger and toe nails were painted a deep red to match his lipstick. The crowning achievement was his hair. They had used the longest hair weave extensions they had on him. James was now sporting fanny length golden brown locks; his regular men's haircut was a fond memory.

"I can't believe he's still out cold," Chilli said.

"I can," Linda said. "I asked Marjorie how much she gave him. She said she figured he wouldn't drink as much coffee as he did so she used a double dose."

"How much coffee did he drink?"

"All of it."

"Boy is his head gonna hurt in the morning."

"Tell me he doesn't deserve it, Chilli."

"I can't, Tigger. I wanted to castrate the son of a..."

"Now, now, Chilli, you know we only do that if they really want it."

"Yeah, sure, Linda. Really want it. Christ, if we had the go-ahead from Sam and Donna, he'd want it in six weeks."

Linda frowned. "Yeah, but Sam wants him in therapy. That makes it really hard. I want him buried, and she wants her Daddy to be a nice guy. Why can't I have some fun?"

"Down, Girl! Down! You'll have all the fun you want in the morning. With a double dose, I figure he should be out of it until at least ten. Why don't you go home and get some sleep?"

"I will; what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to sit here and make sure he doesn't wake up until you get back, rested and relaxed. Go get some shut-eye, Tiggs, the 'Ice Maiden' is on the job."

"He won't. He was plastered when we picked him up. Rest easy. Thanks again, Chilli, see y'-in the A.M."

**********************

Linda relieved the watch at nine. "Thanks again, Chilli. I'll take it from here. Ten you figured?"

"Errragh," Chilli groaned as she got up from the side chair and stretched up, and over backwards touching the floor with her hands and then standing straight again. All with a cat like grace that all but defied gravity. Linda stared at her in fascination. The movement was at once sensuous and powerful.

"Yeah, he should be out of it till at least ten. I'd wake him as soon as you can, though. You want him to have a nice big head, don't you? Let me put this chair back in the dining room. I'll be waiting for you in the car. Try not to take to long, will you? I'm exhausted. If you need me…"

"I know… Hit the panic button," she said, pointing at her watch. "I've done it before, Girl. If you're so tired, get moving and let me get to work. It's time 'Sleeping Beauty'-was awake. Hey, what's this?" she asked pointing to a stiff spot and stain in the sheet.

"Oh, just a little cornstarch and water. Looks good, huh?"

"Yeah."

"You should see his panties."

"You didn't..."

"I did. I also have some pics for you. They're scanned prints from a gay magazine, but the outfit the guy is wearing in the pics is so close to the one Jamie here is wearing I don't think he'll be able to tell the difference."

"Gawd, you're horrible! I wish I'd thought it up! Get out of here so I can get princess charming here up. I want to share some pics with Sam before she goes anywhere. That means I have to work fast. They want to do some last minute shopping before they start school tomorrow."

"Kay, Tiggs. Have fun." Chilli bent over, picked up a plastic grocery bag that clanked and jingled as she moved it, lifted the chair she was sitting on and started to leave the room.

"What's in the bag?" Linda asked.

"All the knives, scissors and razors in the house. I figured I'd get all the cutting implements out of the house. We don't want him cutting off all that beautiful hair now, do we?"

"How's he going to shave if you have all the razors?"

"I left his electric in the bathroom."

"Doesn't that have the beard thingie on it?"

"Not that one. It's one of those old Norelco round headed jobs. The damned thing must be an antique. It'll just pull at those locks and rip at them out till it jams. It'll be a miracle if it takes a single hair with it. The hair has to be really short before it'll cut it. Besides, we don't want a suicide."

"Good thinking. Where'd you put the keys?"

"On the dresser."

"Are the bugs in place and did you check to see if there were any other clothes anywhere?"

"The attic is an empty crawl space, so we mounted the repeater, microphones and cameras up there for the feed and the upstairs. We hooked the transmitters directly into the electrical circuit for the attic. The basement has some boxes of things, but no clothes. We mounted the downstairs microphones in the baseboards. Four to a room. The cameras are in all the corners of the rooms. His wife must be June Cleaver. There wasn't a spec of dust in the house. It took us forever to cleanup after drilling all the holes. We tapped the laundry electrical circuits to power the downstairs repeater. The downstairs transmitters are battery powered. That's gonna pose problems if you can't get him under control by tonight. The downstairs repeater looks like a new, jumbo economy sized box of laundry soap. I made sure there's enough soap in the open box. The first floor and basement repeater transmits to the repeater in the attic; the attic repeater transmits the signal directly to us. There are cameras in all the bedrooms, bathrooms, the living room, dining room, and the kitchen. Monitors are in the basement and the attic for now. There isn't a spot inside that isn't on camera, so don't get any wild ideas."

"With him? You MUST be high."

"Don't I wish.

"Jo and Frankie are in the attic. The conditions up there are pretty primitive, so make sure you drug him for sleepy-bye to get them out. It's just a crawlspace, but they can almost stand up in the centre of it. The access panel is in Sam's closet. I don't think he's gonna try going up there. Beth and Jules are in the basement. There's a 'Bill co.' door and an inner door for cellar egress to the yard and we've oiled all the hinges, so they have someplace to hide if they need it. There's a nice big garden shed out back. We'll use that after today. The only clothes in the house are Sam's, Donna's and the ones we brought."

"Right, thanks. "

"Be careful, Tiggs. See you in the car in a few.

**********************

When Linda heard the front door close she started to try and wake Jamie Boone.

First she tried blowing in his ear. Then she tried calling his name. The only response she got was a muffled groan. "God, he sleeps like a rock." Grasping his flaccid member in her hand, she began a gentle stroking motion as she grasped his testicles in the finger nails of her other hand and squeezed gently. "Come on Jamie, mommy wants to play. Wake up, sleepy head."

Jamie's thing started to get hard. "Wake up, Sleeping Beauty." He groaned and opened his eyes.

"Oh, my head… What the… Who are… Oh yeah..." and he smiled feebly.

"Good morning, Jamie, I trust you slept well?" Tigger asked in a voice and tone you would use to talk to a baby. Jamie looked up at Linda in confusion.

"I had a great time last night. You really know how to party." Jamie smiled at this. "It's a shame your boyfriend -- what's his name again? Ronny? -- couldn't stick around longer. God, what a prick on him. Did it feel as good for you as it did me? Gawd! I hope so. Ooooh! Is he hung," she said, licking her pretty lips as she looked at a few of the pics Chilli left her. "Come on, Sweetie, wakey, wakey!"

Jamie tried to sit up and felt a sharp pain at the back of his head and fell back to the pillow. "What the..." Jamie's eyes flew wide at the sudden pain. "What did you do to me?" he croaked.

"Ooooh! Jamie! You'll have to learn to put your hair up before going to bed. That had to hurt! Here, Honey, let Mistress help you." Linda helped Jamie get his hair out from under his back and rump. He looked close to tears.

"What happened last night?" he asked.

"You mean to tell me you don't remember?" Linda asked coyly. "First we went to get my new nightie," she said, pointing to the tiny pink bit of fluff at the foot of the bed. "Then, since you liked the way I looked in it sooo much you bought one for yourself!" she giggled.

"I tried to talk you out of the makeover, but you just wouldn't listen to reason. You said you always wanted to try sex with a girl, as a girl, so I just sat back and watched. You have to admit, it does feel good having women fuss over you like they did last night."

"What the Fuck are you talking about?" he tried to roar, but it came out more like a weak groan. As soon as he tried to raise his voice his head began to pound.

"Why, this, of course," Linda replied sweetly, holding a mirror up for him to look into. Jamie's face blanched and his eyes got as big as saucers.

"What did you do to me?" he croaked. "I'm ruined."

"Me? Do to you? I should think not! You and little binkey there had a great time. Though next time, I think I'll take you before Ronny instead of after. Gods! He's so huge that I could barely feel you when you tried to fuck me. But Oooooh! You do have a talented tongue, Sweetie. You must love the taste of cum. You sucked me so hard after he fucked me I thought I was going to be turned inside out!" she giggled again. "Ooooh, you were precious." Tell me, did it hurt when he fucked you?"

"Bitch, I think you must be insane. I never ate cum, from someone's pussy or otherwise. And I can sure as hell goddamn guarantee you that I have never been fucked by anyone! Oh god! My head hurts."

Linda's attitude changed drastically at this last exchange. You could almost feel the temperature in the room drop. "Bitch? I'm a woman," she hissed. "And you, sweet cheeks, are not! But by the look of you, you sure as hell tried to become one last night! And before you try to tell me you've never eaten cum again, I suggest you take a good long look at these!" she spat out as she threw a stack of photographs into his lap. They spread out onto the bed.

Jamie just stared at them in horror and confusion.

"And as for being fucked, that sure as hell isn't my ass getting reamed! Unless you don't want the negatives and want the prints to find their way around, I suggest you listen and listen good!"

Jamie looked like s/he was ready to cry.

"I don't know why you wanted to have that makeover last night but you did. You even paid to give me one. Here's the detailed credit card receipts!" She dropped those in his lap as well.

"Then, when you took me to that gay bar and picked up Ronny there," she didn't think his face could get any whiter than it was, but it did, "well I'd thought you'd lost it! I have to admit, I didn't think I would be able to enjoy myself in that type of scenario, but I sure as hell did!. And so, my gay little lass, did you. So you just shut the fuck up and listen to me!

"Like I said, I liked the time I had last night with my 'new little GIRLFRIEND! And I intend to have more fun with her in the future! I don't know what you did with wifey-poo, but I suggest you lose her for the time being, because I intend to have some fun!

"And, sweet cheeks -- oh, they're sweet all right; Ronny loved filling both sets last night -- don't change a thing about your looks. At least, not if you want this to remain our little secret. I love the hair. So learn to live with it, doll. I'll be calling you later today to arrange our next little tryst."

Linda got up, walked out of the room and started down the stairs. She stopped mid stride.

"Oh, um...Jamie, tonight, wash your face and clean all your makeup off before you go to bed. You really are a mess, and so are the sheets. The bed is such a sticky mess...and so are you! I think I'd take a bath and have a douche if I were you," she giggled. "Oh! And don't get that lovely hair of yours wet! That is, not if you want to go anywhere today. It'll take forever to dry if you do. And you will, trust me on that." Linda laughed maniacally as she flounced down the rest of the stairs and out the door.

Jamie sat there in stunned silence, staring at the pictures strewn about the bed and in his lap. His head pounded harder and worse than it did before, he started to cry. "What happened last night? Why can't I remember any of it? Oh my head..." Jamie jumped up and tried to run for the toilet. As soon as he left the bed he fell flat on his face, scattering the pictures about the room. Instead of walking or running, he crawled…fast. He barely made it in time. He knelt there on all fours and threw up, and threw up, and when he thought there was nothing more to throw up, he threw up again.

It seemed like an eternity before he could stand up and assess the damages done to him the night before. God his head hurt. He shuffled over to the mirror, afraid to lift his feet from the floor because of the heels locked on his feet.

"Sure, I've had the occasional hangover, but this...this goes way beyond the typical morning after headache. What did I do? What did she do to me?" All of a sudden he felt his stomach cramp. "Oh god!!!!!" He barely made it back to the bowl in time to pull down his panties and sit. His bowels emptied themselves forcefully into the bowl. James - now Jamie - Boone just cried as cramp after cramp wracked his body.

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In the car on the way back to the shoppe, Linda looked at Chilli out of the corner of her eye. She looked like she was going to pass out from exhaustion. "Hey, you gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, I just need some sleep," the Amazon mumbled.

"Those pictures were perfect. They cut him down to nothing in no time flat. It's amazing how close you can get on a mouth and not be able to tell for sure whether the face in the photo is yours or not. Thanks."

"No problem. Hey, can you take me to Jenny's? I gotta get some sleep."

"Sure, Honey. Just relax, I'll have you there in no time." Linda changed course and hummed happily. As she drove, Linda picked up the cell phone and dialled. Chilli lifted an eyebrow and looked at her quizzically. "I need to reinforce my terms," she said as she put it on speaker.

The phone rang for what seemed an eternity before it was picked up. Linda just drove on, nonplussed, waiting and redialling as necessary.

"Hullo?" His voice sounded pathetic.

"Oh, Jamie dear, I really was beginning to worry. I just wanted to be sure you're looking your best when I stop by later. Remember, Honey, don't get your beautiful hair wet. There's a shower cap by the tub; use it."

"What... Why..."

"What happened? Why, Jamie, I told you, you decided to have fun."

"But..."

"Now listen to me, Sweetie, it's going to be all right. You just need to get used to it, that's all. You'll find the keys to the ankle straps on the dresser. Your makeup kit is on your wife's vanity; I expect you to use it. Just follow the instructions Mar gave you last night as she applied the makeup."

"But I don't remember anything about last night!" he sobbed.

"Then I suggest you use the pictures to help jog your memory, Sweetie," she said coldly. "Oh, and…Jamie, if you have to go to work today, I suggest you call in sick. I'll be back this afternoon. When I get there, I want you in your red and white baby-doll. Since you only have the one pair of shoes at the moment, you can put the ones you're wearing now back on. I think you'll find all your new pretties in your dresser."

"Why are you doing this to me?" he cried.

"Why, Jamie, I'm disappointed. You told me last night that you always wanted this and begged me to help you. I'm just doing what you begged me to do."

"But I can't leave the bathroom. Every time I stand up, I get sick or..."

"Well, then, you'll have to take it a bit easier on the booze, Honey. It really isn't any good for your complexion anyway. Just look at all those burst blood vessels in your nose." Then her tone hardened. "Now, sweet cheeks, I suggest you get moving. I expect you to be bathed, douched, and pretty when I get there. Do you understand me?"

"But..."

"I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes," came the quiet response.

"Yes what?"

"Y... Yes, Ma'am."

"That's better, Jamie, but from now on you will call me Mistress. Is that understood?"

"Yes...Mistress."

"Very good, Jamie. Now hop to it, sweet cheeks, I want you pretty when I get there. Do try and be ready for Two O'clock... or else!"

"Yes, Mistress." The line went dead in his hand as another spasm attacked his stomach. "Oh god," he moaned as he quickly made his way back to the toilet.

"Can't get out of the bathroom?" Chilli asked.

"I think it has something to do with fear and the after effects of the alcohol. It's happened before," Linda explained. "It's really quite normal...and helpful I might add. It makes him think he really did do something with another man last night. Now if I can just convince Sam that this is the way to go to get him into therapy."

They pulled up to the kerb at Jenny's place. "You get some sleep, Joanne. I have work to do. Wish me luck."

"Wish you luck? I've never seen anyone with the luck you have. Sweetie, you're luck personified! If I know you, you'll have her convinced and helping you. Relax; that kid's going to be just fine. Unless I've got it all wrong, I'll bet she isn't upset about what we've done at all."

"I hope you're right, Joanne, I hope you're right," she said as she put the car in gear and pulled away.

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