by Carmen Quick
I was wearing a baby blue picnic dress. It’s something I’d worn when I first started university, four years ago, and finally, now that I’d put on a bit of weight, it fitted me again. It no longer sagged at the bust, and I even had hips now, making its pretty A-line shape actually look like an ‘A’, and not just an ‘I’, which is how it looked when I tried it on a few months ago. It felt good to be returning to my old self. It felt good to be hanging out with Kieron, too.
‘I have to admit, Lilly,’ said Kieron, lying on the grass beside me, ‘I didn’t think you were interested in spending time together. You’ve acted a bit weird with me a couple of times now. I’m glad you got in touch.’
‘I’m sorry, Kieron,’ I said. ‘It’s the stress of starting a new job. My head hasn’t been screwed on properly. It’s all okay now, though.’ I wasn’t sure if I was telling Kieron this because I actually meant it, or because I wanted to mean it.
Was it okay? I hadn’t spoken to Sheldon all week, although he’d been continuing to email me my food requirements. He hadn’t bothered to suggest meeting up this weekend, though, and, to be honest, I was glad of that. I needed some time to process this Nisha thing. I couldn’t believe he’d been fucking Nisha just a few weeks before what happened with me and him. Maybe he still was fucking Nisha. And the fact she’d called him a ‘pervert’. What did that mean? Had he infantilized her, too? Spanked her in his playroom, and then given her a nice, healing hotel bath? And if so, how come he’d agreed to fuck her and not me? What was wrong with me?
I’d been having all sorts of messed-up thoughts since Tegan had broke the news to me. I’d been so distracted that I’d completely flunked my shorthand exam. I just knew it. I didn’t get the results until Tuesday, but I already knew how badly it had gone. I didn’t get an ounce of revision done after I’d spoken to Tegan.
I looked up at the light, fluffy smattering of clouds in the blue sky, making out shapes like Rorschach Test splatters. I could see a teddy bear, a whip, an erect penis…
‘So,’ said Kieron, lying down beside me, ‘how did your exam go? That was this week, wasn’t it?’
‘It went great,’ I lied. ‘Can’t wait to be a full-blown journalist.’ I stopped looking at the clouds and rolled onto my side. I picked a handful of grass and sprinkled it on Kieron’s pant leg. I smiled mischievously and he smiled back. ‘How’s The Chronicle?’ I asked him. ‘Have they found a replacement for me yet? How about Jen?’
‘There’s a newbie in the office. Richard. He’s about forty, teetotal, likes golf… As you can probably imagine, we get on like a house on fire.’
‘And Jen?’
‘She never came back. Didn’t even collect the stuff off her desk. Christina has heard from her though. Apparently she’s got a job as a recruitment consultant in Queens. Making far more than she was at The Chronicle, no doubt. She’ll be just fine.’
‘Oh. Okay. Well that’s good,’ I lied again.
Don’t get me wrong, I was having a nice time with Kieron. A nice, wholesome, fun time. I just felt like – for some reason – something was missing. Perhaps it was the booze.
‘Hey,’ I said, ‘it’s gone five. We should go get another drink soon.’ I held up my half-full lemonade bottle in front of Kieron and swung it around over his head, pretending I was about to pour it. ‘A real drink.’
‘Sure.’ Kieron hoisted himself up onto his elbows. ‘If you don’t mind missing the recital.’ He nodded towards two Hispanic-looking guys, who had started strumming their guitars a few meters away.’
‘I think I’d gladly give the recital a miss,’ I smiled, hearing the beginnings of a corny tune starting up.
‘You know, we don’t always have to meet up to drink,’ Kieron said, shielding his eyes from the sun, and looking at me intently. ‘It’s not like I need to get drunk to spend time with you or anything.’ He laughed
Just then, I felt a buzz in my handbag beside me. My cell was vibrating. A text message.
Thinking about where we were this time last weekend. Making me horny for lil’ Lilly. SF.
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and pushed my cell back deep inside my bag. How dare he text me like that? And how dare he tell me he’s horny? That’s his own problem. It’s inappropriate.
‘You alright?’ Kieron asked, seeing my obvious discomfort.
‘I’m fine, Kieron, I’m fine,’ I replied, in a tone that gave away the fact I obviously wasn’t. ‘Some people though, eh?’ I tutted, and Kieron nodded his agreement out of politeness.
This was the first I’d heard from Sheldon since the weekend, except for my emails containing dietary instructions. I assumed he’d been with Nisha the whole time, and had forgotten about me. Maybe he was with Nisha now. Maybe he slipped out and sent the message to me when she wasn’t looking, or found the opportunity to send a quick text while she was in the bathroom, or something. Well at least Nisha would be able to ‘help out’ if he was getting ‘horny’. Ha.
I looked at Kieron, filled up with anger. ‘Kieron,’ I said. ‘You’re a good one.’
He shrugged modestly, and at that moment I thought he’d never looked more perfect. His cute boyish looks. His messy, blonde hair. Kieron was fun. Fun was sexy.
I felt myself wriggling a little closer to him on the grass, and saw his eyes widen. He wriggled a little closer to me.
‘You’re gorgeous, Lilly,’ Kieron said quietly.
‘Shut up,’ I said, blushing. ‘I’m not.’
‘You are,’ he replied. ‘You’ve got something no-one else has got. A real understated beauty. Elegant and natural. There’s no-one else like you in the whole of New York. Or anywhere. I mean it.’
We looked into each other’s eyes while we listened to the sound of the Hispanic guys playing their corny love tunes behind us. And within seconds, Kieron’s lips were on mine, his hands were on my neck, running down my spine, around my hips… His tongue delved into my mouth as he pulled me closer, and then, suddenly I could feel him. The hot, hard, bulk of him, pressing against my groin, trying to find a way into me, yearning for me. ‘Kieron…’ I gasped, pulling away for just a moment, and then locking my mouth hard onto his again.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Sick Day
Another Monday morning. Ugh. I just didn’t feel like going in this morning. I’d had a lovely weekend, in the park with Kieron and then with my parents, visiting a new art exhibition on Sunday. I’d just about managed to get Sheldon out of my head by the end of the weekend, and then: BOOM. Monday morning was back once more.
I kissed Mom and Dad goodbye, and then headed out of the house towards the bus station. It was so warm that I didn’t even need a cardigan today. What a day to be cooped up inside. I took a big, deep breath, enjoying my last few moments of freedom.
Then my cell phone buzzed in my handbag. That’d be Kieron. I smiled, remembering our kiss, remembering the feeling of how much he’d wanted me. I was going to meet him tomorrow, after work, to celebrate my shorthand exam results. Except that I knew it was going to be a commiseration. Still, we’d arranged to go out for dinner and a movie – not just our usual childish drinks, and I was kind of looking forward to it. I’d even spent yesterday daydreaming about how our kids might look together. His boyish, blond and distinctly Irish looks, and my brown hair, pale skin and green eyes. Our children would look quite European. Scandanavian, maybe, or Dutch.
Not that anything much had happened between us yet. There’d been the kiss in Central Park. And then another one in the bar we went to for drinks afterward. And then another when we said goodbye. Okay, there’d been a lot of kissing. But nothing inappropriate. Not yet. It felt like it was building that way though. Sex. And maybe it wasn’t so inappropriate after all. Kieron was a similar age to me, with some similar interests. He had a decent job and a sense of humor. What more could a girl want? At this point, this morning, I was ninety-two percent sure I was going to lose my virginity to Kieron. The eight percent was factored in to make things more int
eresting. You didn’t want to be too cocky about these things.
I looked at my cell, grinning.
And then the grin disappeared. Sheldon.
Come and see me in my office today, Lilly. I’ve missed you.
Oh god, what a jerk! This guy had no idea how to conduct business professionally. Sitting there at the top of his glass tower, fucking all his staff, telling them what to eat and then requesting that they go to ‘visit’ them when they’re meant to be at work. Forget it. I typed out my reply.
Not interested. Besides, I’m sick. Must have been something I’ve eaten.
I hoped he’d realize the last part was aimed at him. He’d been telling me what to eat. I, for some reason, was still following his orders. Well not any more. Fuck it. This was it. I was cutting loose. Time for a sick day!
I stopped walking towards the subway station, called reception, and coughed. Putting on my best sick voice, I told the (no doubt extremely gorgeous-looking) receptionist that I had suspected food poisoning, that it was hopefully just a twenty-four hour thing, and I’d be in tomorrow. The receptionist said ‘Get well, sweetie,’ and, feeling slightly guilty, but nonetheless relieved I didn’t have to face Sheldon today, I began walking towards the subway steps, and headed for my old place of work.
I wasn’t actually heading for The Chronicle office, though. Of course I wasn’t. I hardly wanted Kieron to see me ‘pulling a sickie’. There was nothing big or clever about it. I’d never faked my way to a day off in my life. But sometimes mental health came first, and today was one of those days. Sheldon Forsythe was not going to bully me into going to visit him today. I was just starting to get over him. This was a delicate time for me.
So, for fear of getting caught somewhere fancier, I decided to go and browse the mall by my old work. Nobody I knew would be seen dead around there. Even my old boss, Christina, called the place a dump. It was the perfect retreat from the world.
By the time I stepped off the subway, I had let the guilt drain clean out of me, and I felt sure that I was doing the right thing.
The mall was deserted at this time in the morning, which suited me just fine. I had nothing to do in here anyway – just be myself for a while. I walked past the store fronts, some of them not even open yet, and the more I walked, the angrier I felt.
What had happened to me?
What had I let Sheldon do?
Would I ever be able to have a normal relationship after this?
Was I going to ask Kieron to talk to me like I was a baby, or put me in a diaper?
What if I didn’t enjoy sex without those things?
The store windows were full of summer dresses, miniskirts, pink vests, and all manner of floaty, girly things. If clothes could speak, they’d have cried out: Hey there!!! Isn’t life great? You can dress up soooo pretty if you buy me! You will have such a magical day! You will be a reeeeal princess!
I walked past each window, bubbling with vitriol. Maybe I’d never feel like a princess again. Princesses didn’t let their bosses see them naked. Princesses didn’t agree to get stripped and spanked in warehouses. Princesses didn’t let their bosses bathe them, running a sponge between their legs, making their nipples go hard and their pussy get wet…
No. I certainly wasn’t a princess.
Suddenly, I stopped marching through the mall. I’d seen something familiar. A white mannequin, its skin like polished marble. And the tightest, most revealing dress I’d ever seen.
The dress I’d dismissed as most definitely ‘not me’ the last time I was in here, buying a dress for my first meeting with Sheldon Forsythe.
Well, I don’t know what it was this time – I wasn’t thinking straight, I guess – but I found myself walking into the shop, and asking the sales assistant, a girl, maybe not even eighteen yet, if I could try the dress on.
‘Sure,’ she smiled, her gold hoop earrings wobbling around enthusiastically as she spoke. ‘I love that one. No-one’s been, like, brave enough to try it on yet!’
She went over to a rail of hangers near the window. ‘What size are you?’
I hesitated. I was a size two… but since I’d been eating Sheldon’s special diet, I’d put on a lot, fast… ‘I’d better try a four,’ I replied, feeling the fat on my hips, and the new, womanly shape I was developing. ‘And a six.’
I went into the changing rooms, feeling strangely euphoric, despite, or maybe because of, the anger that was still burning inside me. I took off my knee-length, plaid dress, and looked at myself in the changing room mirror. I certainly had curves where there had been nothing but straight lines before. My ribcage didn’t show through my chest any more. I looked healthier, and I guess, sexier.
I decided to start with the smaller of the two dresses, the size four. I pulled its short, tight skirt over my hips. It was a little tight if anything, but I figured something like this was probably meant to ‘cling’.
Then I grappled, like a complicated game of Cat’s Cradle, with the straps at the top of the dress, squeezing them over my shoulders, pushing my arms through the tangle of straps, until I managed to get the two thin black triangles of shiny fabric (barely) covering my breasts. My navel was completely on show, with just two thin black straps down the sides. I turned to look at my back in the mirror. The three straps across the back ran all the way down to the base of my spine, where the skirt began. It was the most naked with clothes on I’d ever been.
‘You okay in there?’ called the assistant. ‘Can I, like, help you with anything?’
Bravely, I pulled back the curtain, and stepped out to show her. It was early, fortunately, so I was the only customer in here.
The girl’s jaw draped when she saw my standing there in it. ‘Oh my god,’ she said. ‘You look amazing.’
Either the girl was an extremely good actress, who works on commission, or she was right. I looked back at myself in the full-length mirror, trying to be objective about it, and I figured that maybe she was right. This dress reminded me of something, but I could figure out what. I felt like I’d seen myself wearing it in a dream before, or something.
I spun around as the girl continued to gawk. ‘That’s, like, the hottest dress I’ve ever seen,’ she cooed.
‘Okay,’ I said to her. ‘I’ll take it.’
Without thinking about it any further, I went into the changing cubicle and put my clothes back on. I took a moment to enjoy the dopamine rush of having made decision to do something crazy on impulse, and following through with it. It felt wild.
Even better, when I came out of the cubicle, the assistant told me the dress was only eighty-five dollars. Eighty-five dollars, for an adrenaline rush like this! It was a bargain. Particularly now I’d received my first Global paycheck, which was – let’s just say – considerably higher than my hourly rate at The Chronicle.
The girl wished me an enthusiastic ‘good day’, telling me that if she had a figure like mine, she’d be buying the dress in an instant. I smiled and thanked her, and practically skipped out of the store with excitement.
Back in the mall, I realized that my mouth was watering. I could smell something delicious. What was it? I looked a few stores up ahead of me, and spotted it. McDonald’s. I walked towards it, visualising a double cheeseburger.
For the first time in a fortnight, I was about to decide what I wanted to eat.
I was about to break Sheldon’s rules. And it felt good.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
All Dressed Up And Everywhere To Go
So, unbelievably, I passed my exam. By half a percent. But a pass is a pass, right? I was now proficient in beginner’s shorthand! Now don’t get me wrong, there was still buckets I needed to know. But I knew a few initial squiggles and how to use them, and that was what mattered. I found out the news on Tuesday morning, and Tegan was so pleased she actually hugged me. Gee, that girl wasn’t such a badass after all. I called Mom and Dad on my morning break, and I’m pretty sure Mom actually cried when I told her! She hadn’t cried when I g
ot my English Language Degree. A qualification in something that was actually vocational made a world of different to my parents. Dad told me we were getting Chinese takeout to celebrate tonight. I told him I had plans (I was possibly losing my virginity to Kieron tonight), so he said we’d get takeout tomorrow instead.
After speaking to my parents, I’d sent a text message to Kieron. You’re a friggin hero, LS! He texted back, and I felt giddy with pride. Fuck Sheldon Forsythe. Fuck Infantilism. Fuck sleazy warehouse meet-ups and limo rides around town. Lilly Smith was going places!
The day at work went by in a happy daze. Tegan even bought me a cookie at lunchtime to celebrate, and I, yet again, ignored Sheldon’s instructions, eating whatever I wanted. Today it was french fries and potato chips. A pretty terrible combination if I’m honest – way too much greasy potato. In fact, I spent most of the afternoon bent-double at my desk with stomach ache, from all the trash I’d eaten in the last couple of days. Say what you like about Sheldon Forsythe, but at least the man knew how to put together a healthy food plan.