I knew that I was becoming weaker by the day. I had heard Abigail warned that soon her baby doll would have to go away for a few days, but when she re...turned she would be a real baby doll. Abigail was so excited and held me so tight, rocking me in her arms. The feeling of helplessness was intense. My existence of being fed, winded, nappy changed, bathed and dressed was totally controlled by the girl that owned the doll, and I was the doll.Some days she would get up and forget her doll. The cot. "You would have been better off if I'd kept my mouth shut about my partners in crime." Not at all, Eric," Maureen said. "What you did showed strength of character. What you did made your father proud of you again, and that is more important than our wedding date by a wide margin."Tears stung my eyes. "Maureen, I am very happy that sometime soon you will be my mother." Oh, Eric! Hearing you say that makes me so happy! You can't imagine!" she exclaimed and gave me an awkward hug. Then she made it. Diana war genauso alt wie Chrissy. Sie hatte sich für ein bombastisches weißes Abendkleid entschieden, welches über den Boden schleifte und an eines dieser Kleider aus den Mantel- und Degenfilmen erinnerte. Dazu trug sie einen gleichfarbigen Blazer mit Schulterpolstern. Das Ganze war eine Kreation von Christian Dior und entsprechend sündhaft teuer. Aber ihre Eltern hatten viel Geld. Genauso wie die von Chrissy. Diana hatte ihre langen dunkelblonden Haare zusammengebunden, was ihr ein kindliches. I mean truly free.” She touched his face. “Where you can let go of everything. All the roles we forced ourselves to play growing up.” Matt could almost taste her body and resisted the urge to let his hands wander more than invited. He downed the rest of the glass. “I can play this game,” he said. She leapt to her feet and bounced back into the closet. He sat back on his elbows and watched happily as she dressed and undressed before him again and again. She was rampantly oblivious to the years.