Once in the park she strode to one of the many covered picnic tables and sat to enjoy her new found freedom. She avoided the playground where children...were playing opting instead to walk through the beautiful flower garden. On the other side of the garden she saw several boys playing basketball on one of the many fenced in courts and stopped to watch. It was a classic skins against shirts game and she took in the strong, sweaty chests on display. That the skin being shown had so strongly. Barbie had threatened to jump ship with the whole "doll selling" business because she was becoming bored with the eternal insipid smile she had to keep on her pretty face all the time and the silly things they programmed her to say to keep the little darlings as her followers.She really liked some of her special outfits like the "Cowgirl" and "Nurse" and "Bikini" but parents were hesitating on buying the ones she liked the best because they were not considered a proper role for young females.. Senator O'Neal ignored all of them, her face a stone mask ofterror as she walked to the stage. Upon reaching the small table, Pauland Senator O'Neal sat carefully. The young woman trembled and Paulreached out, squeezing her hand under the table."Two minutes!" An old man called out from the far end of the stage. Hewore a large headset connected to a battery pack on his belt."Paul," Senator O'Neal whispered, her eyes locked on the cameras. "Ihave to pee. I have to pee so bad. Like, now.". Think they always make the rules."There were some grumbling agreements with the woman's words and it seemed as if whoever had objected would not speak up again. The rustling continued, joined by more soft whimpers from the woman. It was only a few minutes when a distinct aroma started to fill the stuffy van. My nose twitched, as I had smelled this scent only once before. It wasn't exactly what I remembered, but it was close enough that I could recognize the smell of a woman's arousal permeating.