"Playing Dress-Up" (Part 2 of 3)

By Orestes

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I wasn't quite sure how Maxine had found out about my 
date with Eric. It could have been through her friend 
at work, who had seen me with him. It could have been a 
neighbour who had seen me all dolled up, climbing into 
his car. Hell, maybe the condo queen, Rebecca Mitchell 
had started a rumour that had found its way to Maxine's 
ear.

That would be just her style. First, she coerces me 
into a date with her son, then she makes certain that 
Maxine finds out about it.

I'd been at it all night explaining it all through my 
tears, and boiled inside knowing that I'd let Rebecca 
Mitchell push me into the mistake of a lifetime. Even 
while furiously pleading for Maxine forgiveness, anger 
was burning a hole into through my chest. I swore I'd 
screw Rebecca up as badly as she was messing with me 
right now.

" Okay, Crystal even putting aside your stupid 
behaviour last night, which is far from over, by the 
way, I still don't get it, why would you let her bully  
you over some silly writing you do on the internet ? 
That's all she knows  about, right? " Maxine asked 
firmly.

" Ooohhhh GOD. You didn't - blab about what went down 
with Lucy, did you? Jesus Crystal, please SAY you 
didn't..." Maxine blurted  out in panic. The question 
would have been insulting before last night,  but it 
still was not something we spoke of unless absolutely 
needed, being the shamefull little mess between us.

" NO, and I can't believe you'd have to even ask. 
Thanks you very much." I said pouting.

" So, you wrote some internet stories. Big deal. I 
still don't get how  you could... " Maxine asked less 
to me and more no one, still reeling  from the whole 
ugly mess.

These were the questions I dreaded most. I'd never 
wanted Maxine to see my writing. She wouldn't 
understand. I just knew it.

It's sick stuff, if I say so myself. Mostly emotional 
humiliation. The characters in my story were a sad 
collection of neurotic, submissive young women, who 
enjoyed being pissed on (figuratively and literally) by 
their lovers.

Fantasy stuff.

Except that if you read between the lines, it's all us. 
Maxine would see it in a second. She would see the 
recurring themes of a older women  dominating younger 
female lovers. Twisted little games of power and  
humiliation. Mother-daughter incest. And worst of all, 
the recurring  clothing situations in my stories she'd 
recognize in a second. 

She would smell who they're really about all right, and 
would be deeply  humiliated and understandably hurt by 
my betrayal of our most private  sexual lives. My 
stories mirrored, in a strange way, the guilt and power 
that Maxine and I had played since the beginning, when 
I was a screwed  up teen with self-esteem issues.

In reality, we had long grown past these beginnings. In 
my fantasy life, though, we were still suspended there, 
and all of my feelings of awkwardness, stupidity, and 
guilt were fresh on the page. But worst of all, the 
clothes stuff in my stories pointed to a darker real 
life secret,  one that neither Max nor I could ever let 
Rebecca discover, no matter what. 

The *Lucy* situation.

" She threatened to prosecute me for publishing 
obscenity, " I tried to explain. " She threatened that 
my reputation would be ruined, and no one would want me 
as an agent. "

Maxine shook her head. She knew I was holding something 
back. " That's just stupid, " she scolded me. "You 
aren't that naïve, Crystal. Are you ? You aren't dumb 
enough to put flush our whole relationship down the 
toilet  over a few threats from the D.A., are you ?"

I shrugged. There was no way I could make her 
understand. Yes, I knew I was stupid. I was stupid for 
thinking that I could keep this from Maxine. Stupid to 
agree to go out on a date with her son. I was stupid to 
stumble in that night, with barbecue sauce on my 
clothing, and the taste of sperm in my mouth.

But my concern was real. I would have done anything to 
avoid digging up the buried emotions from the beginning 
of our relationship, and what happened before it. My 
stories would do that. If Maxine read them, I doubt if 
she'd  ever trust me again, let alone our relationship.

Then her anger came, replacing the fear, I was relieved 
that it changed her focus.  "That high and mighty bitch 
has crossed the line now. This is blackmail. It's  
prosecutorial misconduct. I'll have her disbarred. I'll 
have her fired. Hell,  I'll sue the bitch. She can't 
just go around screwing with people this way."

This was the Maxine I loved. Fiercely protective. Even 
when I couldn't count on myself, I knew I could count 
on her. Yes, I would still be in trouble for my part in 
this, but her anger was now directed at Rebecca. I 
melted into Maxine's arms, and cried softly. Yes. I'd 
screwed up again, but she would make everything better.

*****

The next day at work, I had lunch with Kristina. She 
wore the most ridiculous looking bell-bottoms today, 
and carried around this big colourful backpack. 
Combined with her oversized wire-framed glasses, she 
looked more like she belonged in junior high than in a 
talent agency. Of course, she closed two deals before 
lunch, so I didn't really have a right to criticize.

" Eat up, Crystal. I'm paying, remember ? "

" Yeah. I'm just a little nervous. "

" What about ?"

" Rebecca Mitchell..."

My friend laughed brightly. " Oh, her. Just forget 
about it. I talked to her last night, and she seems to 
be all done torturing you. Just don't piss her off 
again. "

" You were talking to her ?"

" God, yes. It's just a little fact of life. As long as 
I'm living in her neighbourhood, I visit her every 
week. I suck up a bit, listen to her brag about her 
latest conquests. You know, just basically stay on her 
good side. You gotta know how to choose your battles. "

It's a bad sign when an aggressive negotiator like 
Kristina is ready to roll over without a fight. It 
didn't help my nerves. Maxine was going to call the 
bitch from her office today and give her an earful.

" What's up, kiddo ? You still look upset about this. I 
know it's humiliating to be beaten by Rebecca, but now 
that it's over, you can just forget about it. "

" I don't think it's over yet, " I admitted.

" What do you mean ? " she asked casually, crumbling 
some crackers into her soup.

" I think Maxine is going to confront her about it. "

She shook her head in disbelief. " Haven't you gotten 
your fill yet ? Get it through your head... Rebecca 
Mitchell is a nasty bitch, and you really don't want to 
fuck with her. "

" I'm not the one behind this. I mean, yeah, I'd like 
to get even with Rebecca eventually, but I've had my 
share of her for now. Max is the one who wants to hire 
a lawyer and sue. "

Kristina laughed out loud at this one. " Let me get 
this straight... after challenging Rebecca over a silly 
condo issue, and seeing how badly she punished you for 
it, you *really* want to escalate this onto her turf. 
She's a goddamned lawyer, Crystal. She's not going to 
be intimidated by legal threats. But can you imagine 
how pissed off she'll be ? You won't get off with a 
night on the town with l'il Eric this time. "

My face went bright red.

" You know about the date ?"

" Of course. I told you that Rebecca brags to me about 
her conquests. She tells me everything. So far, I'm the 
only one around the complex who hasn't pissed her off. 
"

" I can't believe you'd still hang out with her after 
what she made me do. " I said, giving her my best hurt 
look.

" Come on, Crystal. You know I love you to bits, but 
there's no way I'm going to war with Rebecca Mitchell. 
Trust me, you're better off with me in her corner. At 
least I can give you a head's up if she's planning 
anything *really* bad. "

" uh...Kristina? How much worse could it possibly get 
?"

I asked the question, but my nerves were already 
telling me the answer. Within the matter of a week, 
Rebecca Mitchell had dug up my erotic writings, and 
used them to force me into an act that made my stomach 
turn.

Now her sights would be on Maxine. I knew that she 
wouldn't stop. Not until she found out about 
everything. With that knowledge, she would destroy 
Maxine.

" If you really want to know how bad it can get, " 
explained Kristina, " all you have to do is look at 
Paula Brooks. "

" But I thought you said..."

" Yeah, that if you didn't piss Rebecca off again, that 
she would leave you alone. I said it, and it's mostly 
true. Paula is just in a vulnerable position. She has 
to rely on Rebecca's kindness because she can't afford 
pay her condo dues. When you saw Paula dressed in that 
stupid uniform to do work around the complex, that was 
just the tip of the iceberg. "

" But why ? I mean, she's doing what Rebecca wants. "

" Yes, but her husband is too proud to go along with 
it. He gets drunk, and calls up Rebecca with insults. 
Of course, he's just making it worse for Paula. "

The angry tone in Maxine's voice echoed in my ears. My 
god. She was going to make things a lot worse for us, 
too. " So how bad did it get ?"

" Do you really want to know ?"

" Yeah. "

" Well, when Paula was over to clean my house last 
week... "

" Wait a second... why was Paula cleaning your house ?"

" That's part of it, silly. I'm on Rebecca's good side. 
So she rewards me by making Paula do little chores for 
me. You know, to spread the humiliation around a 
little. " Kristina shrugged. 

" But ...don't you feel kind of guilty? I mean, Paula 
*is* one of our friends after all, right? " 

" Hey, she made her bed my agreeing to wear that silly 
little domestic uniform of Rebecca's to begin with, 
didn't she? Besides, were still friends. Ask her and 
she'll tell you, I promise. " Kristina smiled. 

" Anyhow, Paula and I got to talking when she was over 
the other day.  When we got onto the subject of our sex 
lives, she got really quiet. "

I waited for the punch line. Kristina was all too eager 
to deliver.

" You see, she doesn't have *permission* to have sex 
with her husband. She needs to phone Rebecca and ask. 
Rebecca uses it as a way to punish Paula's husband for 
his harsh words. Of course, that just makes him 
worse..."

" Oh my god... "

" Once, when I was over for tea, Paula even asked 
Rebecca for permission to go to the washroom. Rebecca 
made her wait until we were finished our tea, and she 
had cleared table. Once Paula was out of the room, 
Rebecca laughed about it, and told me that sometimes 
she even made Paula almost pee herself, just to prove 
who was boss. "

She watched me for reaction. All in all, she was still 
taking this rather lightly, as if we were discussing a 
the latest episode of one of those voyeur TV shows. She 
just got a kick out of watching the action.

" So you see, you just have to get on her good side. 
Suffer through her little humiliations, suck up for a 
while, and before long, you'll have Paula coming over 
to do your laundry and dishes. " Kristina paused, 
staring at me.

I was stuck on that guilty image of Paula parading 
around in her little outfit doing my laundry, when 
Kristina's words brought me back.


" I really hope you can stop Maxine from making this 
worse. " She said firmly.

I hoped the same thing. As soon as we were back in the 
office, I tried calling Maxine. Damn it, she wouldn't 
answer. I had that sick feeling you get when you're 
just inching over the edge of that first long drop of a 
roller coaster.

I spent the rest of my day with that same suspended 
feeling. A part of me dreaded going home, but I just 
needed to know how bad the damage was. Nothing could 
have prepared me for the note on the door.

' I'm over at Rebecca Mitchell's condo. Meet me there. 
Love Maxine. '

This was bad. The previous night, there would have been 
nothing on earth that could have convinced Maxine to 
sit down with the 'Condo Queen Bitch', as we both 
called her now. There could only be one explanation for 
this change. Rebecca had something.

" Good evening Crystal. Why don't you join your 
girlfriend on the sofa, " Rebecca greeted me, with the 
same serpentine smile she had given me that day by the 
pool.

Max looked blank. I walked to her unsteadily, hoping 
that she would look in my eyes, but there was nothing.

" We've been waiting a while, little Crystal. I'm 
afraid we didn't have much to talk about. You see, I 
wanted to wait until you were here before we discussed 
terms of surrender. "

" Surrender ? " I repeated.

" Yes, little one. You know what that tastes like, 
don't you ? "

The taste was suddenly fresh in my mouth.

" Cut the crap, Mitchell, " Maxine said with false 
bravado. I could feel her hand trembling beneath mine. 
"What the hell do you think you can hold over my head 
?"

" I handle all sorts of investigations at my office. 
Saddest of all are the ones where a teacher abuses the 
trust given by a student, don't you think ?"

The knife was already in place. It had been for years. 
Rebecca was just giving it a little twist.

" Please, " I began to beg. " You don't understand..."

" You'd do best to stay quiet, girl. Don't tell me you 
need another date with my son to remind you what your 
mouth is for. "

My face went red. I wasn't sure how many details Maxine 
knew about that evening, and I wasn't eager to reveal 
any more.

" As I was saying, Maxine, I view these cases with 
sadness. That's why I'm so diligent in tracking down 
the offenders, even when years have passed. Certainly, 
it can be painful to dig up the past, but then... 
there's nothing saying I can't enjoy my job just a 
little bit. "

I began to cry. Of course, this is exactly what Rebecca 
wanted. There was a little glow in her eyes as she 
watched me. My sobs intensified. If this is what she 
wanted, I would give it to her. Anything to make her 
stop.

" Now you're wondering what I want from you. Aren't 
you, Maxine ?"

There was a dark, hateful look in Maxine's eyes. " Yes. 
"

" That'll be, 'Yes, ma'am'. " Rebecca returned the cold 
stare to her adversary.

" ......yes, ma'am, " Maxine choked out bitterly.

" Nothing more, really, than I asked of your silly 
little friend. Just a little gesture of your goodwill 
toward me and my family. This time, I think I'll 
arrange a little something for my older son, Eddie. "

Everyone knew Eddie. He was the contractor who did all 
of the maintenance work for the condo development. At 
just under thirty years old, he was married and already 
had four children. His wife, Amy, was a shy little 
thing who no one knew very well.

Eddie did enough talking for the both of them. He was 
loud, ignorant, and had a reputation for screwing 
around. He spent his days hanging about the complex 
with his work buddies, drinking beer and leering at the 
young women.

The thought of Rebecca forcing Maxine into any sort of 
a situation with this guy was revolting.

" Please, " I tried again. " This is my fault. Let 
me..."

" Sush, girl. You'll learn to mind your manners yet. "

Maxine squeezed my hand. " Okay. I'll do it. "

She was defeated. I knew the feeling. Rebecca Mitchell 
had done it to us both now, and all I could think about 
was getting through this without losing Maxine. If 
Rebecca wanted to, she could make this very ugly.

" Good. Eddie is having a few friends over to watch a 
football game tonight. You can go over and provide them 
a little half-time entertainment. "

Maxine stood. Dropping my hand. This was sick. Maxine 
wasn't the kind of girl these guys would want. She had 
the full figure of the nearly middle-aged woman that 
she was, and though I loved every curve of her, she 
wasn't the kind of woman that Eddie's twenty-something 
work friends would drool over.

They might even cruelly mock this conservatively 
dressed mother figure who was forced to lewdly parade 
her body before them. 

I looked pleadingly at Rebecca again. It should be me. 
Crude clods like these would like my slimmer body, even 
with my modest B cups. Of course I'd be revolted by 
what they'd probably do to me. 

But just please not my Maxine.

Rebecca held me in place with her eyes as Maxine 
slumped out the front door. I desperately wanted to 
follow her. I wanted to stop her. Or help her. Or 
something. I even began to stand, my heart racing, 
before Rebecca's voice cut me off.

" No, no, my dear. They only need one girl tonight. 
Don't you worry. If you keep pissing me off, you'll get 
your chance. But tonight, let's be friends. Nice and 
civilized. Go and make us some tea, will you ?"

This was insane. The woman I loved was being forced to 
'entertain' a group of men, and I was supposed to drink 
tea with the woman who arranged the whole thing.

She was smiling at me. Just begging me to resist.

I stood and tried to catch my breath. I so desperately 
wanted to walk towards this smirking woman and beat the 
living shit out of her. 

Instead, I turned and walked to the kitchen.

Who was the last one to serve this bitch tea, I 
wondered. Paula Brooks, probably. Wearing her silly 
little smock. I wore no costume today. Not that I 
didn't know the feeling I fumed furious at the thought. 

Paula wore hers for Rebecca. I wore mine for Maxine. 
But I was nothing like Paula, was I?. That poor girl 
was in much lower class in Rebecca's mind, I  
stubbornly pouted. The ugly similarities, somehow, 
while I was boiling water  for tea, burned hot behind 
my face. When I climbed into those clothes for  Maxine, 
and tied my hair up into little pony tails, and...

god, the lisp...

the humiliation washed over me.

Now, as I set up a tray of tea cups and biscuits, I 
could feel that same sense of repulsed regression, of 
furious surrender... only this time from  Rebecca. And 
so much stronger.

Goddamn. The way my body reacted, I might as well have 
been playing dress up with Maxine. I hopelessly fought 
to erase the lurid images flashing  through my mind. Of 
those damned fucking clothes, and the nightmarish  joke 
I became while parading around in them. 

I swallowed my anger and struggled to hold the tray 
steady as I crept  back into the room. I was so afraid 
that I would drop something. She  would punish me 
further for that. For anything. I just needed to please 
her. Get on her good side, just like Kristina said.

" That's a good girl, " Rebecca said in a condescending 
tone that made my skin crawl. " Set it down and pour me 
a cup. "

She could see my nerves. That twisted little smile of 
hers never left her lips. She just kept on talking. 
God, how she enjoyed her little conquests.

" I guess you're wondering how I know about your 
lover's little indiscretions in school, hmmm ? Oh, come 
on, Crystal... I'm sure you want to know. "

I nodded weakly.

" It was your stories, actually. You didn't think I 
spent all that time digging them up, and then not 
actually read them, did you ?"

I frowned. 

" Sick little details. Mother / daughter incest themes. 
Quite a little kink. At first, I thought Maxine might 
actually be your mother. Too literal an interpretation, 
I'll admit, but you do ramble on about it quite a lot. 
No, it's just a substitute relationship. Age 
difference. Power exchange. Am I getting warm ?"

My body was. I had never shared these stories with 
anyone in real life. Not even Max. My sick little 
fantasy life had been safely tucked away in cyberspace, 
until Rebecca Mitchell came along. Just hearing her 
talk about them gave me little shivers of humiliating 
arousal, despite my pure hatred of her.

" Then there was the student/teacher theme.... " she 
continued. 

And then she paused.

God, this was killing me. It was torture. She expected 
me to listen to her little tale of glory, all the 
while, it was killing me not knowing what those pigs 
were doing to Maxine. Just finish your goddamned story, 
I wanted to yell at her. I needed to know how she found 
out about Lucy.

" I had a stressful day at work today. As I imagine you 
did. Nothing quite compares to making a court 
appearance. For me, the stress always gives me sore 
feet. "

She stretched out her long legs, as if to display her 
high heels, and watched me expectantly.

I flashed on my little costume. In the bedroom. With 
Maxine touching me for the first time... again... and 
again.

I dropped to my knees in front of her.

" Oh, goodness. Are you going to rub my feet, dear ?"

" Yes, Mrs. Mitchell, " I said, as calmly as I could 
manage. " please, don't let me interrupt your story. "

Fuck. Why was I suggesting stuff, adding even? I was 
even acting like this  was voluntary! The arrogant 
bitch! Like I really enjoyed being on my  knees in 
front of her, I fumed as I stared at the shoes sadly.

" Oh yes... I was telling you how I figured out about 
Maxine and her student. The student/teacher theme 
appeared again and again. I thought it might be you. 
The student, that is. But, do you know what I found ? 
Maxine never taught classes in your school. Isn't that 
strange ?"

I bit my lower lip as I pulled off her shiny black 
shoes, leaving her bare feet in my hands. I just wanted 
to know how much she knew. Had she actually tracked 
down Lucy ? I urged her on with some gentle rubbing.

" But the details in your stories... they're so 
specific. A girl in ponytails. She speaks with a lisp. 
And her teacher is very much the physical match with 
Maxine. Well..."

I rubbed harder, as if trying to squeeze the 
information out of her.

" Mmm... that feels good. My lovely little Crystal. You 
were just born to rub feet. "

My face went red. She was delaying again.

" Then it struck me. It's not you at all. Of course, 
you write the girl in first person... almost in 
excessive detail. What she wore. The way she braided 
her hair. The way she talked.  She kind of shoes she 
put on. It was too specific... like a sexual fetish. 
This was Maxine's lover, not yours. "

God, she was so close to the truth. But not quite 
there...

" I don't know who she is yet, Crystal. It might be 
difficult to track her down. Does it surprise you that 
I was bluffing a little ? That Maxine is probably 
letting my son do unspeakable things to her right this 
moment, on an empty threat ?"

I wished it was empty. We both knew different. The fact 
that I kept rubbing her feet, with a tenderness that I 
rarely even gave to Maxine, was proof of that.

" Of course, you know I'll track it down. It's just a 
matter of time. "

I felt the last of my anger melt into submission as I 
nodded my head  passively as I rubbed her aching feet. 
Did Paula do this for her, I wondered. Did she feel as 
dirty doing it as I did ?

" It would probably make it easier for me if you told 
me all about it, hmmm Crystal ? There's so much detail 
in your stories. The clothing especially. Does Maxine 
have a little bit of a clothing fetish ?"

" ...do you? " 

My heart was beating out of control. She was so damned 
close to the answers. I knew that I wouldn't be able to 
resist her for long. If she asked me enough, I'd 
eventually tell her the answers.

Right now, I was hers.

Then I did the only thing I could think of to stop me 
from revealing our secret to her...

anything to take her mind off of Lucy...

Slowly, while she watched with that devilish smile, I 
brought her foot closer to my face...

and sucked the first of her toes into my mouth.

*****

I must have been shaking pretty visibly, because 
Kristina took this look of concern, and helped me in to 
her apartment.

" I guess it didn't go too well..."

" God, I need your help, Kristina. Please help me out 
of this. "

She looked down over her glasses as I spoke, with a 
serious, almost owl-like expression.

" I haven't told you everything. Maxine and I have a 
secret. We've always had this secret. Rebecca is so 
close to the truth, she can smell blood. It could be 
*really* bad if she finds out. "

" Just let it out, " Kristina said, with an 
understanding tone.

" I first met Max when I was quite young, " I told her.

" I know that. You already told me. What were you, 
eighteen ? "  she asked.

" No. Much younger. Illegally younger. "

"Uh...okay.....*how* much....younger? " she cautiously 
asked, the tone of her voice thickening.

" Fifteen," I blurted out. I waited for that crisp 
laugh that Kristina always had at her disposal, or the 
sound of her sigh of relief that she was OKAY with it, 
with me, with the whole dark ugly mess. Wanted for that 
sound -

- but didn't get it.

Kristina looked down as if carefully gauging her words. 
I could tell she disapproved, and I felt like I'd been 
kicked in the stomach. Telling her felt like a mistake. 
I just needed someone to help me through this. Someone 
on my side.

" Look, that's in the past. It doesn't matter what I, 
or anybody else, thinks. You two are a legal couple 
now. let's just forget about it, all right? " she said, 
mustering up her best false compassionate smile.

" That's not all. I'm telling you this because I need 
someone I can trust. If Rebecca got a hold of this, she 
could have Max thrown in jail, even after all this 
time. There's one more sick little secret. Maxine was 
involved with one of her school students, long before 
she met me. The girl was young. Max knew it was wrong. 
It was a violation her trust as a teacher. "

" They had a passionate fling. Then Maxine got 
transferred to another district, and she forced herself 
to break things off with Lucy at the same time, " I 
revealed to her. Kristina stared in shock at what I was 
telling her about her prim and proper neighbours.

" Max used to teach a special education class, and the 
girl has a lisp when she spoke. I never met the girl, 
but I could tell that Maxine still held a place for 
Lucy in her heart. We sort of....well....she never got 
rid of some of the girl's things. Clothes and stuff. I 
know, it sounds a little weird, but she just sort of 
drifted into it, over time..."

" Crystal, are you telling me you dress in her clothes? 
" she asked incredulously.

" No, no, nothing like that. Well, sometimes. Not all 
of them. I know, it seems strange, but it helps to get 
Maxine aroused. Just sort of role playing. And we don't 
do it every time, I promise..." I said my voice 
trailing off.

" It's a bit...well.. odd... for a woman would have a 
clothing thing, isn't it? That sounds more like 
something guys would be into," she said. I could just 
about see the brand new images of me flashing through 
her eyes as she avoided my gaze.

" It's not about the clothes Kristina. It just a way 
for Max to work through her guilt over her old lover, 
and if that helps her..." I tried.

" Honey, that's bull. It's a way of being cruel to you, 
that's what it is. She isn't even there with you, she 
just pretending you're another of her teen aged 
conquests, doesn't that strike you as pathetic? Doesn't 
it make you outraged and hurt? I mean, Christ, it 
sounds like she really is a bit of a pedophile. "

I said nothing, tears forming in my eyes.

" Kristina, it's my idea sometimes. She doesn't *make* 
me either. It just helps me to excite her."

" God Crystal... I don't want to sound harsh, but this 
is really sick! It's unhealthy for both of you. " she 
continued. " I'm not going to even get into Maxine's 
pattern of preying on young girls, let alone abusing 
mentally handicapped students for her own selfish 
sexual gratification! "

" Lucy wasn't mentally impaired, she just lisped, 
that's all." I said desperately.

" Well, excuse me. That makes it all right then. " 
Kristina said. " Don't look at me like that. If you 
didn't want my opinion, you shouldn't have told me 
about this. You can't expect me to approve of her 
actions."

" Kristina, we've known each other for years now. I 
know you don't understand, but if our relationship has 
meant ANYTHING to you in the past, then....I need, WE 
need your help. The only person I've loved since I was 
15 years old could be sent to prison, all 'cause some 
bitch wants to turn our lives upside down, and you're 
the only one who has any leverage with her. Will 
you.....help us? " I tearfully pleaded.

Kristina looked at my watery face, and I finally heard 
that sweet sound of her sigh, the one I'd longed for 
from the beginning. She looked piercingly into my eyes, 
holding me by either shoulder.

" Okay, Crystal. You know I'm on your side. But this is 
damaging. Really damaging. You're totally right. 
Rebecca would destroy Maxine with this information. But 
if you want me to help you, you have to tell me the 
truth...

...all of it. "

I nodded, all of my defences gone by now.

" If I'm going to go to Rebecca Mitchell, and tell her 
that I'm on your side, I don't want any surprises. I 
mean it. If she digs up one detail... from your 
stories... wherever...  that you don't tell me, I'll 
walk away."

" It's too embarrassing, " I began. But I needed her so 
badly. I needed someone to be strong for us. "When 
Max... dresses me up... and reaches up my skirt... and 
fingers me... she wants me to lisp, like Lucy did. "

This was dirty. No one should ever know this. I felt 
dirty, and uncontrollably aroused, just revealing these 
details to Kristina.

Could she see it ? Could Kristina see how just saying 
the words was affecting me ?

I began to speak again, telling her how Maxine explores 
my body. How she likes me to pretend that no one has 
ever touched me before. I told every detail of the 
little conversations between student and teacher that 
we had rehearsed so many times.

It wasn't until I was half way through telling her that 
I realized that I had begun lisping...

like Lucy...

and it felt so good, that I didn't want to stop.

***

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