Barts....where many other women were topless. Ken told me his wife also had a new pink bikini acnd I know from what he told me that she even waxed her...pussy, which certainly got me excited knowing that.In Part 1...I told you about how we all got in the spa and we teased the women to remove their tops....Ken and I encouraged them saying it was no different than being on a topless beach in the. Caribbean and they had done that. The girls protested weakly but with some fanfare each removed their. From the waist down it was strictly meant for a baby or, in this case, aboy that had to suffer though his sister's period while wearing diaperslike a baby. Rick was also thankful that his mother was using thethinner cloth diapers without a soaker at night and disposables duringthe day. Thin didn't show as much although his bottom got bigger evenwith the thinner diapers. The onesie went over Rick's head.Rick put the onesie on like a tee-shirt then laid back down again. Helifted his padded. I felt myself being lifted slightly off the ground and moved. I whimpered a little bit, knowing now that I wasn’t about to be untied or just raped. I could feel myself being slid across a cold metallic floor; it was a major improvement from cold mud. My face came to rest pressed up against the criss crossed mesh of the far end of the cage. I began to cry again. The man who had dragged me off now tied my ankles/wrists to either side of the cage tying off the ropes well out of reach of my. Sure, I could get a job real easy at the Wal-Mart or even waitressing for shitty pay and hoping for good tips. I hadn't heard of any museums looking for apprentice anthropologists anywhere.My old room looked just the same and I found my diary still locked in the writing desk where I had placed it 4 years ago. Looking back on my thoughts as a 17 year old inexperienced teenager, I had to laugh at my naïve attitudes about sex and thing that seemed trivial to me now.The entire narrative about how.