#this was brought to you by: upstairs neighbour woke me up at 4 again

[visdiefje]

It's so wild and refreshing to me to want to be HERE. In my country. In my general area. Where I am

[thekillingquill]

A Lesson in Romantics: Chapter 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Pairing: Archie x Reader, Archie x Grundy (ugh I know), Archie x Betty, Archie x Val, Archie x Ronnie Word Count: 2,573 Warnings: This story addresses the inappropriate and illegal relationship between Archie and Grundy. It will talk about statutory rape. It’s not condoned, glorified, or romanticized. The usually warnings apply: cursing, lack of proofreading, etc. Summary: Reader transferred schools the semester before Archie and Grundy. When she sees how he treats the women in his life, she forces him to confront the situation leaving herself vulnerable in the process. A/N: I started this story thinking “three parts will do” but it’s become a bit more of a story than what I was intending. If you’d like to be added to a tag list, could you please leave it in the replies or in a reblog? I’ll lose it if you message me (because I am bad at all technology ever).

She couldn’t stop thinking about it. Even if it was inappropriate to show up at a teacher’s house as their student, even if he was clearly desperate to be let in, he hadn’t been there long enough for anything to have happened between them. She had heard their voices, they were clearly talking the whole time. Arguing, actually. But that didn’t have to mean anything!

She wished she hadn’t seen it. She wished she didn’t live next door to a teacher. She wished she could wake up tomorrow with amnesia. At the very least, she wished she could skip school (it was a hard “no” from her parents).

It felt like her first day at Riverdale High all over again. Her hair was wild under a grey hood which obscured her eyes. She kept her head down to avoid seeing anything she shouldn’t. Her excessively long sleeves were bunched up in fists. She squeezed them so hard that her arms trembled. She walked past Kevin like a zombie, ignoring his greeting.

She sought asylum from her friends by spending her day with Jughead. He seemed to like her better when she walked the halls as silent as a shadow. At least, he tolerated her shadowing him. Hell, he might not have even noticed her. They walked side by side, lost in worlds of their own making. She focused on the beat playing in her headphones and tried to let her mind be blank. All of this thinking about Archie and Ms. Grundy was exhausting her.

She was too focused on not thinking. She didn’t notice when Jughead began to take them towards the music classroom. Her body began to quiver with fear and nervousness as they approached. She thought about turning back, leaving Jughead behind and finding some other way to keep herself sane. But there was a part of her that was scared to be left alone with her thoughts, and she sure as hell couldn’t be around Betty, Veronica or Kevin without potentially running into Archie.

They were approaching the room now, she stared straight ahead with a fierce determination. She saw a flash of a letterman jacket out of the corner of her eye and instinctively did a double take. It was a short look, enough to see their hands touching. Fight or flight kicked in and something in her reaction must have tipped Jughead off. He went to look into the classroom and she began to speed walk down the hall. Let Jughead make this discovery on his own, she wanted no part in it.

She spent the rest of the day in a daze. Not seeing, not hearing, not speaking. She blew off River Vixen practice that day, but she didn’t know where she could go. What she wanted more than anything was to be able to get away from herself and the memories. They were scratching on the edge of her mind, begging to be the focus, desperate and vicious.

In times like this, she’d go home and try to sleep it off. She’d hope that when she woke it would be like a rebirth. It worked sometimes, going to sleep and then waking up. It was almost like hitting reset in a video game. She couldn’t go home though, because she didn’t want to go anywhere near a house inhabited by what could be a statutory rapist.

Jughead rescued her from her inner turmoil by asking her if they could talk at Pop’s. It was a conversation she couldn’t have, but nevertheless she went with him. They were quiet on the walk there, both lost in thought. It wasn’t until they were seated at a booth and had placed their orders that Jughead broke the silence.

“You saw them.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement of a fact that they both knew to be indisputably true. It felt like a test. Instinctively, she wanted to deny it, but she knew that Jughead wouldn’t let her get away with that. He wouldn’t understand it.

“I can’t talk about this, Jughead.” The words scraped her throat raw.

“You don’t have to talk. Just nod yes or shake your head no. It’ll be easy. Did you know about Archie and Ms. Grundy before today?” Technically, Archie’s visit to Ms. Grundy was in the same day. She shook her head, no. It wasn’t a lie. As promised, she didn’t have to talk. Jughead mostly voiced his ideas out loud and she bought him a burger. Without asking or announcing his intention, he walked her home. Somehow going home seemed easier with Jughead next to her.

“She’s your neighbour?” He asked incredulously when they passed Ms. Grundy’s car on the street. For this, she nodded. He waited at the bottom of the stairs while she unlocked the front door.

“Y/N?” He asked before she could step inside. She turned her ear towards him, the only sign that she was listening. “Are you going to be okay?” She didn’t move for so long it began to feel uncomfortable. She didn’t nod or shake her head. She just went inside and tried to act normal in front of her parents until she could escape to her room.

When she went upstairs she found herself sitting on her bed, facing that damnable window. But it wasn’t really her looking out the window, it was her body, and her mind or her soul, whatever you want to call it, was floating untethered. She didn’t know how much time passed before her mother’s voice brought her back to her present and to her body.

“Y/N, there’s a Jughead here to see you?” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, wishing Jughead would go away. Instead, she yelled that he could come on up.

He had confronted Archie about Ms. Grundy and it had not gone well.

“He acts like she’s just a girl, not a predator taking advantage of him! It’s obvious to me that she’s stringing him along, trying to keep him quiet to protect herself! And he actually threatened me.”

“Shut up.” She rasped. She cleared her throat and continued. “We can’t possibly understand what Archie is going through. Like you said, she’s a predator. She messed with her head and one conversation isn’t going to fix what she’s done.” Jughead went quiet.

“You mean she messed with his head.” Y/N breathed in deeply and let it out slowly, laying herself down on the bed with her back to him.

“Isn’t that what I said?” She asked him tiredly.

“No, I’m pretty sure you said she missed with her head.”

“Well, I meant his head. I’m really tired, Jug. It’s been a long and weird day.” Jughead sighed and sat down heavily on the bed behind her. Something about that night had solidified something between them, a kinship of sorts.

“He said it’s been going on all summer. He ditched me for her.” Jughead confessed. It was the most vulnerable he had ever been with her. It was the one thing from the day she would treasure, despite the circumstances. She turned around and looked up at him. Later that night at Pop’s, Jughead would write about this moment for his novel. He would use only one word to describe how she looked to him in that moment: haunted.

“I live next door to a pedophile.” Was all she offered. She patted the space next to her, inviting him to lay down. He reluctantly accepted the invitation and nestled down so that he was on his back staring up at the ceiling. After a long while, as she was nearly asleep, Jughead spoke again.

“I didn’t tell him.”

“Hmmm?”

“I didn’t tell Archie about you. That you know, I mean.”

“Thanks,” she mumbled. Jughead must have stayed until she fell asleep, because she didn’t remember him leaving but he wasn’t there when she woke up, either. She was surprised to find that she felt sad about it.

She told her parents it was a bad day and that she needed to stay home. Something in her voice or her eyes made them agree and she was handed two ibuprofen and sent back to bed. Veronica was not pleased and kept a steady stream of texts going throughout the day. This included a play by play of what happened between Jughead, Reggie, and Archie in the lounge. Eventually Veronica asked if Y/N would be at the game and did not take the “no” very well.

“Cheryl Blossom will make your life hell if you keep this up. It’s the first game and you haven’t been to practice since you made the team.”

“I think it was a mistake to tryout. I’m not really into the whole River Vixens thing. I think it was too soon.”

“Too soon?” Veronica asked, scoffing. “Too soon for what? To participate? To make friends? To show Riverdale what they’ve been missing? You’ve got more talent in one hand than six of the best River Vixens combined.”

“V, it’s not that simple, okay? I just… I’m…” This conversation was stressful. What could she say? I’m sorry, I can’t think of anything but Archie’s bare chest glistening with sweat? If I have to look at Ms. Grundy ever again I’ll scream or cry or vomit? That the uniform used to fit but that all of these high school experiences felt like a life lived long ago?

Instead, she said something that she would regret the moment it left her mouth:

“You and Betty come as a pair. I’m just this spare tagalong and I’m not here for it, okay?!” Y/N pressed her fist against her mouth and bit back a whimper. She didn’t want to fight with V, and she didn’t want this to be how she truly felt. Being jealous of Betty, her first friend in Riverdale, felt dirty. She wanted to be better than this, but she wasn’t. She just hadn’t meant for it to come out like this.

The silence dragged on and before Veronica could gather herself enough to reply, Y/N began to speak rapidly.

“God V, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just so tired and it’s been a bad day. I can’t be having this conversation now. I really hope you’ll forgive me because… you’re my ride or die, you know?”

“You’re my ride or die, too. Look, maybe if you’re feeling better we can do something after the game. I’ll call you?” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, gripping her phone tightly and forcing the tears back. Veronica’s kindness was worse than her anger.

“Sure. Bye, V. Tell Betty good luck from me.”

“Yeah, I will.” She might have fallen asleep after that call, or else her brain had finally exhausted itself into silence, because when she came back to reality the sky outside had darkened considerably and her phone was the only source of light in the whole room.

V: Betty invited me to Pop’s. Is my ride or die up for a shake? On me!

Y/N smiled for the first time that day. She felt human again, like she could laugh and smile and exist in the same orbit as her classmates. So she pulled on a plaid shirt over her white t-shirt and stuffed her feet into her scuffed purple converse.

When she arrived at Pop’s her eyes were immediately drawn to red hair. It took her a moment, and Veronica calling her name, to pull her gaze away from it. Betty and Veronica, it seems, had been joined by Jughead and Archie. Betty turned to smile over her shoulder and Archie began to scoot further into the booth, making room for her.

She made eye contact with Jughead and he gave her a subtle nod and a hopeful smile, grimacing as Veronica body checked him in order to make room on their side of the booth. Veronica patted the spot next to her and reached out a hand.

“Sit next to me, I have so much to fill you in on!”

That night, sitting across from Archie Andrews, watching him smile and laugh in that booth at Pop’s with his friends… it was almost easy to believe that he wasn’t a victim of something terrible. But he was. He just didn’t know it yet.

Betty was the first to have to leave and Archie offered to walk her home. After that it was Veronica, Jughead, and Y/N for another hour or so before Veronica’s exhaustion from the game forced her home.

“Do you need a lift?” She asked the table as a whole.

“No, Jughead’s going to walk me home.”

“I am?” Jughead asked at the same time Veronica said coyly. “Oh he is, is he?” Veronica lingered a moment longer, smirking at the two of them like she knew something that they didn’t when it was actually the other way around.

“She definitely thinks I have a crush on you,” Y/N mumbled to Jughead as they began to leave Pop’s.

“I wonder why,” Jughead responded sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He pulled open the door for her and gestured for her to exit first. “Just so you know, I really am going to walk you home. I think you forget sometimes that a kid was murdered here. Riverdale isn’t a safe place anymore.”

“Trust me, Jughead, Riverdale has more than just an unsolved murder making it an unsafe place.”

“Ah, I see. Walking you home was just an excuse to talk about Ms. Grundy.” Jughead said as they began the walk to her house.

“I thought you would have picked up on that right away. You’re losing your edge, Jones. All those milkshakes are making your brain sluggish. And it’s not her I want to talk about. It’s Archie. Are you two okay now? After your confrontation on his lawn?”

Jughead took a moment to ponder this, kicking at loose rocks on the sidewalk. He tried to decide just what she needed to know. Something that would be enough to satiate her curiosity without breaking Archie’s trust in him.

“We’re on our way to being better. This thing with him and Grundy, it’s complicated.” She scoffed.

“That’s what they always say.” She muttered angrily. If her anger surprised him, he was careful to hide it. When they reached her front door his fingers caught the edge of her shirt sleeve to stop her from going in. The tips of his fingers brushed unexpectedly over the skin of her wrist. 

The contact caused her to flinch. In a moment of curiosity, Jughead allowed his thumb and forefinger to form a loose bracelet around it. She stood frozen at the bottom of her front porch and waited for his next move.

“Are you going to tell anyone?” It was loyalty to the friendship he had with Archie and a feeling of fear that made him ask. The fear of losing what was so nearly in his grasp again. She swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut. She was quiet for so long that Jughead knew she wouldn’t answer him. “If you tell, he’ll never forgive me.”

Her eyes snapped open, bright with fury directed at him without any filter whatsoever. It stunned him.

“Fuck you, Jughead. That’s a shitty thing to put on me.” She pulled her wrist roughly from his loose hold and began to walk up her front steps, pausing when Jughead shouted after her.

“But it’s the truth!”

Fuck the truth. It didn’t belong in a place like Riverdale.

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[imaginedilestrade]

The Girl Next Door

A/N: This is a bit of a filler chapter! Sorry for the lack of posts this week I've been a bit busy! Sinful Saturday is still happening tomorrow 😁😊 ——————————— Chapter 4 ————— The morning didn't get off to the greatest of starts. Firstly, your stitches burst at half six in the morning and Sebastian had to quickly fix it, then as soon as you went back to sleep Jim woke up and started blaring Queen songs as he made breakfast, and to top the morning off Jim handed you your plateful of food and dropped it on the floor. The three of you looked at it for a minute before you let out a sigh "I'm going home" you grabbed your shoes and stared to put them on. "Here have my breakfast, Y/N" Sebastian tried to hand you his plate but you refused, although your heart swelled a little at how sweet and kind your brother could be, despite him being what he is. "That's alright Seb, I have stuff to do anyway...I'll catch you both later and thank you, for everything" you blew the pair a kiss heading out the door and they both simultaneously outstretched their hands to catch the invisible flying kiss. Sebastian pointed to the smashed plate on the floor before taking a mouthful of food "You're cleaning that up, Jim". This day was testing you, about a block away it started to rain heavily and you couldn't run back to your flat incase you burst open the stitches again. You made it to the door shivering as rain dripped off your nose, your fingers were so numb you could barely put your keys into the keyhole. Lucky you managed to open the door and were embraced by the warmth of the apartment landing. Greg's door opened and he went wide eyed at you appearance "Y/N?! What happened?" He asked. You let out a small laugh "Uh...I stayed at a friends last night and well this morning on the way back here I got caught in the rain" you shrugged. Greg looked at your clothes, clearly the friend you were talking about was a man and he couldn't help but feel...jealous? He quickly snapped out of his thoughts "Well I'm just about to head out in that, got to pick up a few bits and bobs from the supermarket". "Don't go out in that!" You told him "I'm just about to do a shop online, you can order your things in with mine and we can ask Mrs Robson if she needs anything" you motioned to the staircase where your neighbour Mrs Robson lived. She was an 81 year old widow who lived in the apartment building with you and Greg. It was just the three of you. "Really Y/n it's not a-" You cut him off "No I insist, I don't want Scotland Yard's finest getting a cold..." You teased and led him into your flat. "I'll be back in two minutes I'm just going to take these soggy clothes off, make yourself at home!". You didn't notice Greg following your every move with his eyes. He couldn't help it, you were just so sweet and kind and absolutely beautiful. A moment later you returned wearing a pair of your own sweatpants and a baggy sweatshirt with your laptop under your arm. You sat yourself down next to Greg on your small sofa, bringing your legs up into the couch and resting your laptop on them. You could feel Greg's leg rub against your knee every time you shifted a little. "So uhh what do you need?" You asked not taking your eyes off the screen. Greg noticed how you stuck your tongue out the side of your mouth a little and bit it as you concentrated on the products on the screen. You added a few things you needed to the shopping cart icon before asking Greg if he wanted a cup of tea. He said yes and you handed him the laptop so he could add what he needed. As the kettle was boiling you dived upstairs to Mrs Robson and asked if she needed anything, she handed you a small list of items and you retuned back to Greg. You poured out the tea and let out a sharp gasp as the pain in your side returned. Greg noticed and turned his head round "Everything alright?" He asked with a worried tone in his voice. "Yeah fine!" You spoke to him from over your shoulder and waved it off as if it was nothing "Just cramps" you lied and handed him his cup of tea "It's like a massacre down there..." You quietly muttered to yourself thinking Greg wouldn't hear but he did and choked on his tea. "Oh..sounds...painful?" he spluttered out. Your face flushed red and you took the laptop back off him. "Sorry...sometimes I don't think before I speak" you sent him a sympathetic look and he reassured you it was alright. "Trust me I heard worse things from my ex-wife" you tensed up. You and Greg had talked and hung out countless of times before but this was the first time he'd ever brought up his ex-wife. "She sounds horrific!" you tried to lighten the mood with a laugh but it didn't work, you both remained in an awkward silence for a few minutes before finishing off the shopping. With a click it was bought and to be delivered in an hour. "You want to watch a movie or some TV?" You asked Greg picking up a remote and he nodded. You put on the television and the first thing that popped onto the screen was a nature documentary "Ooh! I love this one! They are in the Arctic for two months it's amazing, have you seen it?" You excitedly asked Greg and he shook his head. "Nope, I'm assuming you have?" He joked. "Five times" you giggled and repositioned yourself on the couch being careful to not burst open your wound again. "The scene where they film the northern lights is beautiful..." Greg watched you as your eyes transfixed on the screen with the most content smile on your face. He couldn't help but smile at you. "I didn't think you were into this sort of thing" Greg added. You nodded and positively hummed in response. "Did you know there's tours of the Royal Observatory in Greenwich?" He asked. You turned your head to him slightly and smiled "Yeah I know, I've been once before but I don't really have anyone to go with and I don't like going myself" you sighed and shrugged your shoulders. Greg opened his mouth to suggest that he and you could go but the doorbell cut him off. You checked your watch and raised your brows at how fast the hour had went. Greg was kind enough to help you put away your shopping and take Mrs Robson's up to her. You watched Greg leave and your lips tugged into a smile as thoughts ran though your head about how wonderfully and beautifully kind hearted he was. He was one of the things in the world that made you smile. A thought came into your head about asking him to tag along with you to the observatory one day but when he stepped in to pick up his shopping you didn't. He left you alone with your thoughts with a thanks. 'He's too good for someone like you' you told yourself 'A person like you doesn't deserve someone as amazing as him'. ——————————— Tags: @viragannav @musingsofophelia @damnitman-jamlocked-inthetardis @heaven-bound-angel @mycdiary @anamericanplaywright @princesspeach212

[abdlbdsmstories]

The Setup

This story involves sexual  encounters, female degradation, humiliation and nappies/diapers.

PART 3

"Also these are for you. You are to have them all consumed by bedtime tonight. Ryan will stay with you for an hour or so to make sure you do, then he will meet up with us later." Steve said to me, pointing to the table. On there were half a dozen over sized baby bottles full of apple juice, a handful of pills and 5 jars of baby food. He began piling them into a bag, handing me a bottle then he left the room and I heard the front door open. Marc grabbed my hand and so the journey began down the flights of stairs, awkwardly waddling like a baby. The teens were there again, laughing and mocking me, much to my annoyance. I merely stuck my tongue, only to receive a slap on the back of my legs from Ryan which brought a tear to my eye. We reached the exit from the tower block and piled into Marcs car, my old car. A black 4X4, leather seats, the works, cost me a lot of money and when Mark took it and left me with a lesser one I was gutted. I was manhandled into the back between Ryan and Mark whilst Steve drove. The journey back was uneventful, I suckled on the bottle every now and then, whilst Ryan handed me the odd pill. I was uneasy about taking them but he informed me they would just keep me regular. I finished the bottle off, along with 3 of each of the different pills then we arrived at my house.

   "Right baby, Ryan has your key. Remember, no tampering with your nappys otherwise there will be trouble. We will be back in the morning, if for whatever reason you aren't in when we arrive I may post the key through the door." Marc explained to me. He kissed me on the lips, for a moment I felt like he cared and it brought back so many memories for me. Then I was pulled out of the car by Ryan and paraded down my path way. There I was in a huge, bulky set of nappys, locking plastic pants in front of my neighbours. Several of there attentions had been pulled to my attention by the fact Steve was beeping the car horn many times. I ignored them looking and waddled to the front door where Ryan let us both in and sort off put me out of my nightmare. We walked inside, Ryan carrying the bag and me picking up the envelope that to my relief contained the 500 pounds I was offered. I placed it on the kitchen side whilst Ryan set himself up in the front room, plonking himself on the setee and watching TV. He called me into the front room, grabbed my hand and cradled me across his lap with other bottle of juice and some baby food. I caught a glimpse of the contents 'pureed carrot and cabbage' and it tasted as foul as it sounded. I felt like puking after the first pot but I managed to contain myself. Then he opened another pot and another pot until I was forcibly fed 4 of the pots. I tried to resist, closing my mouth but Ryan just squeezed my nipples aggressively making me scream then he shoved the contents in my mouth. I had polished off 4 bottles of juice with this and nowI was absolutely bloated.

   "You have 1 pot of baby food and 2 bottles left. I will allow you to consume these yourself whenever your ready. Make sure you do, if I find out you haven't its punishment time." Ryan told me, whilst laughing. I knew what he was laughing at, the fact I could feel baby food all round my mouth and cheeks, I bet I looked a proper baby. He slipped his camera phone out of his jean pocket and took a picture.

   "Right, I got to go. Have fun by yourself. Those diuretics and laxatives should kick in soon. Have fun." Ryan said, and with that he kissed me on the forehead and left. I locked the door behind him and just collapsed to the floor in tears. I couldn't believe I had agreed to this and I still had hours to go. It had just gone midnight, still 12 hours-odd to go. And the last words of Ryan were starting to make sense, I let out a gush of pee in my nappy, but thnkfully it wasn;t visible in the outer nappy. I had a few rumblings in my belly. I tried to put off the urge to poop by drinking one of the bottles and going to bed. But it was no use, by the time I got to the top of stairs, the cramps were unbearable. I grabbed my stomach, trying to ease the pain and squatted down. That was the final move, I slightly raised myself up and forced out a torrent of wet, messy diarrhoea. This was explosive, a huge fart escaped followed by an avalanche of poop. I felt so hot and tired after this pooping session. I sat at the top of the stairs in the mess crying. After 10 minutes or so I managed to pick myself up and waddle to bed. The stench was pretty bad, and coupled with another couple of wettings I was drenched and messy. I cried myself to sleep, clutching my stomach as a little poop vacated my bowels.

The next morning I was awoken by banging at the door and the door bell ringing. I was in a slight daze as I looked at the clock, 0730 it read. I looked down at my nappy and it was sagging and yellow. I stood up and thought my luck was in as I walked down the stairs to open it for Ryan or Marc to let me out early. As I twisted the key in the door and pulled it slightly open I was met with a shock. It was neither of them, standing there seeing me in my full nappied state was my best friend and work colleague, Lucy. I just froze and stood there with tears in my eyes. She just walked forward and comforted me.

   "Shhh. Its ok. What the hell has happened to you? Did you forget we had work this morning? What happened to you on Saturday night?" She whispered in my ear. We walked back inside and stood in the kitchen.

   "I..I came back here with these two lads and had a great sex session. Then they paid me 500 pound to tidy there flat and do a few jobs for them. But they said I had to do it nappied and then my ex husband turned up and he had organised it all. So im stuck in this nappy till 12 and I've had a few accidents." I blurted out, explaining the whole situation to her. She inspected my backside and felt the nappy, cupping the sagginess and splashing cold pee against my pussy. She spanked my backside, pushing the river of poop against my backside.

   "How did you poop so bad? How you going to hide this from work? You can't go sick, otherwise you will get the sack and you can't afford that." She replied, putting me in more of a predicament.

   "I..I dont know. Please help me. They gave me a load of laxatives and stuff to eat and its gone straight through me. If I dont eat or drink them I will be in more trouble." I told her back. I pointed out the remaining jar of baby food and bottle which she fetched over and sat me down.

   "Here, Let me help you. Let's think of what we can do to hide those nappies." She was so comforting and at ease with my predicament. She picked up the baby food and spoon fed it me nicely, before handing me the bottle that I consumed asap.

   "That was easy enough. Let's go upstairs and see what you have in your wardrobe." She said, helping me up the stairs, the smell of stale poop stinking the house out. She sat me on the end of the bed whilst she went through my wardrobe examining every outfit I had. She first pulled out my usual trouser suit and handed me the trousers. I tried to fit them on bit it was no use, between us we couldn't them over the bulk of the nappys. Then we tried my jeans, again no use, a few dresses that did fit but bulged horrendously out at the back. She finally settled on 2 outfits that could have fit me, a pair of dungarees that were shabby and torn that I once wore for a fancy dress party and white tennis skirt I had again from fancy dress. I couldn't wear the dungarees, they would have been perfect but they were wrecked. So Lucy proceeded to wrap the tennis skirt round me and clipped it at the back. Then I put on my black shirt and buttoned it, then my black work shoes. I looked in the full length and whilst I wiped away my tears and Lucy tidied up my hair and makeup it didn't look so bad. I mean, the nappy still bulged slightly under the skirt and maybe half an inch or was visible underneath but we had made the best of a bad job.

   "Hmmm. That's the best we can do. I'll try and make sure you get on counter duty rather than being out in the store." She smiled and said to me, taking pity on my plight. Come on, let's go downstairs and go otherwise we will be late. We went downstairs and as I gathered my bag and keys Lucy picked up the envelope containing the money.

   "Now you wouldn't want anybody to find out about this would you? This could come in handy." She slyly remarked slipping the envelope into her bag.

   "How could you? I thought you were my friend?" I shouted back.

   "Don't you dare try and take control here. I'm in charge, unless you want me to tell everyone about your predicament I suggest you shut up and get outside NOW!!" She shouted back at me. My best friend had manipulated me and blackmailed me and there was nothing I could do about it. We went outside and climbed into her car and set off for work. Lucy started talking to me,

   "Listen, I'm so sorry about this. It's not my idea. See I know Mark did this to you, he put me up to this. He's forcing me to humiliate you." I was shocked at what I was hearing, my husband had blackmailed my best friend as well. She continued,

   "See, he threatened to do to me what he has done to you. And he was going to show the evidence to  my husband and teenage boys. I couldn't take the risk. He seduced me one night, drugged me and when I woke up the following morning I was dressed in a nappy surrounded by pics he had taken and a note telling me what I had to do. I had to take you that club and set you up with those 2 lads. I'm sorry." She was in near tears at the fact she had stitched me up, but I couldn't blame her. If it was the other way round I would have done exactly the same to save my skin.