‘Hmm,’ he said and wrinkled his nose. ‘Your gown could do with a soak, too.’ Then he sat down on the edge and said, ‘Rice and chicken, or cr...ckers and cheese?’ He grinned. ‘I’m afraid I won’t make a very good air-hostess.’ It produced a faint smile on Charlotte’s face. ‘Rice and chicken, please,’ she said. ‘And I think I like to have you around.’ Matt nodded. ‘Good,’ he said. ‘Because I’ll be here till you’re really better again. I’ll feed you, okay?’ Charlotte nodded. Her hands were too. And, as she sat there, recalling the hours of passion she’d shared with the young man, a shudder of delight raced through her. But then shame once more began to intrude on her thoughts. ‘I know what Bobby and I did is wrong. I have to make sure it never, ever happens again,’ she thought. ‘I never should have let it start in the first place. After all, I am an adult. It was my responsibility to keep things from getting out of control. If Al ever finds out what I did with Bobby, what will he. No I had been sitting and ran off through the park. I watched him go. Then slowly looked down at my body.I saw the small body of a little girl in a bright yellow dress.Confusion ran through my mind. Why had this happened? Was this some sort of punishment?Wild ideas began to form Somehow had my girlfriend managed to do this to me as a form of punishment? But when I heard the cries of panic of others I knew that was not the only one in this predicament.It was then that I began to feel despair. "Now hurryand get your things in your room, you can hang them up later but for nowyou can get started on my evening meal."He did as he was told, afraid of punishment if he didn't comply and wassent back. While he was at the salon, another man, dressed as a maid, waswhipped and he could still hear the man's screams in his head now. Atleast, painful as the corset and shoes were when he first was put in them,they were already becoming less noticeable. The evening meal broughttheir new situation.