The Babysitter's Revenge
By J-Mac


See "The Babysitter" for part 1

It was Wednesday morning. Eric's third day on the job. The first two had been
horrible. The 16 year old boy had been completely physically dominated and
humiliated by the 9 year old girl he was being paid to baby-sit. He wasn't
sure he could face young Allison Arrington again after the "Arrington House
Strongest Person Contest". He sat in his bed staring at the alarm clock long
before it rang. He was trying to convince himself it was worth the anguish to
get his car up and running. The previous day kept running through his head.
Allison had bested him at every turn and it killed him to think of it.
Stronger. Faster. More Endurance. The same thoughts kept running through his
head as the alarm began to sound. It was 7:30. He had to be at the Arrington
house by 8:00.

"I can do this," he said out loud, "just a few months. Maybe this is over and
she will move on to her baby dolls."

Hoping out of bed, Eric began his normal morning scramble. At about 7:50,
still wet from his quick shower, Eric, pulling his shirt over his head, walked
out the side door. To his dismay, Allison was leaning against the brick wall
of the house waiting on him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I just came to make sure the baby came to be sat on," she responded giggling.

"Oh sheesh. We aren't going there again are we," Eric gasped, "that was just a
silly contest."

"Which you lost mister!" Allison shot back flexing her muscles as the two kids
began walking down the drive way.

"Come on. What do I have to do to make you forget about yesterday?"

Allison put her hand to her chin mocking "the thinker" and stopped as they
neared the sidewalk. Eric stopped with her and chuckled a little at Allison.
Despite his enormously embarrassing day the day before, Eric, being a
generally amicable person, truly liked young Allison.

"I got it!" she said.

Waving his hand in a circle in front of his face Eric said, "Go on Go on."

"Give me a piggyback ride to my couch!" Allison yelped happily.

"Is that ALL?" Eric asked incredulously.

"Yep!"

"OK Ally," Eric beamed bending over, "hop on."

Allison didn't really think Eric could do it, but she was certain she could do
it to him. She liked Eric, but all that she could seem to think about was
showing she was stronger than he was. She just loved it.

Allison hopped on to Eric's lower back and his knees nearly buckled, but he
was able to slowly rise. Not quite standing upright, Eric took a few steps out
to the sidewalk and collapsed. Allison popped off laughing. Eric was not
laughing this time. He had lost another bet of sorts. His day was starting off
just like the one before it had ended.

"My turn my turn," said his tormentor.

"I don't know," he began.

"You want me to squeeze you again?" Allison threatened.

Eric was certain he could evade that predicament, but didn't want to argue, so
he consented to Allison trying to give him a piggyback ride.

Eric was standing near the sidewalk and Allison bent down low, nearly touching
her butt to the ground. Eric looked down at her shaking his head.

"Now how am I supposed to get on?" he laughed.

"Just wrap your arms around my neck strong guy," Allison teased.

Eric bent down and wrapped his arms around her neck and POW she slammed her
butt up and in to his stomach knocking him off his feet as she quickly stood
up. She quickly grabbed Eric's legs, clasped her hands together and
straightened out.

"Easy as pie," she teased as she bounced Eric testing his weight.

"Wow this is easy," she thought to herself gaining confidence with each
passing second she spent with her would be babysitter.

"You lose some weight last night?" she asked laughing.

Eric was amazed at the ease with which she was able to hoist him up, but what
happened next terrified him. Allison actually began running up the hill to her
house. Eric was afraid and wrapped his legs around Allison as tight as he
could. She felt the increased pressure and looked down as she ran up the hill.
His legs were shaking from exertion and she knew he was squeezing with all he
had ... but it didn't hurt.

"Wow," she thought as she turned the corner to her yard, "he couldn't hurt me
if he wanted to. This is GREAT!"

Allison pounded up the stairs and flung open the front door. She was no longer
holding on to Eric's legs because he was strapped on to her like a book bag.
She ran right through the living room, past her mom (who took a double take),
and through the entire first floor of the house in a matter of seconds like
she was carrying nothing more than her clothes and a purse. She finally
stopped in the kitchen where she opened the refrigerator and casually grabbed
a bottle of water and began unscrewing it.

"And what exactly is going on here?" Mrs. Arrington asked coming around the
corner.

"Oh I'm sorry mom," Allison said tapping her forehead with her free hand,
"would you like something to drink Eric?"

"I meant ... why on earth is Eric on your back?"

"Well you see Mrs. Arrington," Eric began as she looked on at the two kids.

"We're just playing mom. Besides Eric is super light as a feather," Allison
interrupted hopping up and down a few times for emphasis.

"Well he looks scared. Put him down. I'll see you kids later," Mrs. Arrington
said as she turned and left out the front door laughing.

"That was embarrassing Ally," Eric protested as the young girl took off
running again, this time toward the living room. She dipped and shook her hips
as she ran, arms extended making airplane sounds. She put her water on the
table and then jumped backwards onto the couch. Eric "oofed" as they smashed
into the sofa. Ally rolled off of him laughing. He jus lay there arms flopped
breathing hard.

"The Alli-Nator wins again," she pronounced as Eric began to try to sit up.

"Ally," Eric whispered half out of breath, "A) That hurt and B) don't do that
in front of your mom."

Allison giggled, "Mom hired you to watch me and play with me. She doesn't care
as long as I don't get hurt and I don't hurt you ... too bad."

"What if I accidentally hurt you while we are doing all of this rough
housing?" Eric demanded.

Allison burst into laughter kicking her heavily muscled legs against the
couch.

"What? What is so funny" Eric demanded.

"When I was carrying you up the hill," Allison began laughing hysterically,
"you squeezed me with your legs," Allison stopped trying to gain composure,
"and you squeezed so hard your legs were shaking." Allison now rolled onto the
floor with laughter.

Eric, being a little thickheaded, quickly tried to apologize.

"I am so sorry Ally. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Allison now roared with laughter finding it hard to breath.

"Eric," Allison tried to say, "you didn't," she paused from laughing.

Eric began to get upset.

"I didn't what?" he asked urging her on.

"You didn't hurt me," she finally managed. "You squeezed me as hard as you
could and it didn't even tickle."

"So?" Eric asked dumbfounded by her amusement.

"So," she began, "you don't need to worry about hurting me because you can't."

"You're not strong enough," she said with emphasis as she sat up looking him
in the eyes.

Eric felt humbled, angry, and sorrow all at the same time. He looked down at
the 9 year old girl he knew to be stronger than him shaking his head. He was
slowly beginning to accept her superior strength despite his previously narrow
conception of gender genetics He didn't want to admit verbally that he
conceded to her muscles, but he felt obligated as a babysitter (and what he
viewed as a mentor) to guide her away from visions of invincibility.

"Ally," he began with a sigh, "I'll admit you are just plain stronger than me,
bu ... "

"YOU DO," she screamed excitedly jumping to her feet, "can I tell mom? Can I?"

"NO" Eric screamed before calming himself.

"Listen," he begged.

"OKOK," Ally said still bouncing with excitement.

"I'll admit that. But you thinking that I can't hurt you or that you can't be
hurt is just dangerous. OK?"

"Eric, I don't think I can't be hurt."

"Good," Eric said patting his thighs, beginning to look for the TV remote.

"I just can't be hurt by YOU."

"WHAT?" Eric asked stupefied.

"You squeezed me as hard as you could and it didn't even tickle," Allison said
emphatically.

"Against you," she continued, "I am invincible."

Allison ripped off her tee shirt too quickly for Eric to protest leaving her
in short jean shorts, sandals, and a tank top. Her youthfully muscular body
was in full display and she quickly started doing muscle poses like she had
seen a wrestler do on television, giggling the whole time.

Eric stared half angry and half amazed at the body of his young tormentor.

"And so don't forget who is baby sitting whom," Allison said still laughing.

Eric waived his hand with the classic sign to "get out of here" and began to
flip channels with the remote he had just found. Secretly he was trying to
ignore Allison because he was intimidated and afraid of further confrontation.

"WHAT" she half shouted and half laughed at his show of disrespect. Quickly,
she walked over and put her left foot right under his chin.

"Do I have t make you kiss my feet again wimpy?" she asked trying to
antagonize Eric.

Eric tried to brush her foot away with a nonchalant swat, but her foot didn't
budge an inch. Still without taking his eyes off of the TV, he tried pushing
her foot. It still didn't move. He glanced up at Allison who was glaring down
at him grinning ear to ear. He tried pushing with both hands. Still, her leg
gave only inches before quickly moving back in to place.

"Fine," Eric said turning back to the TV "keep it there. Doesn't bother me."

Quickly, Allison's foot disappeared from his face and she stormed over to the
TV and turned off the power.

"That's it mister," she said laughingly with her hands on her hips, "you are
grounded."

"You can't ground me," Eric laughed.

"Oh yes I can," Allison responded quickly, "I am the BABYSITTER."

"Don't be ridiculous," Eric said standing up and trying to maneuver the remote
to get a signal to tell the TV he wasn't finished yet.

Allison's eyes widened at Eric's defiance (of sorts) and she charged over to
him and jabbed her shoulder into his stomach, grabbed his legs, and lifted the
boy over her shoulder. Her confidence grew with every passing second and in so
growing, so too grew her strength. Just 1 day earlier she had somewhat
struggled with Eric's weight. Today she moved confidently as she strode to the
basement stairs and bounded down them two at a time despite Eric's protests
and screams. Allison simply giggled and then dumped the 16 year old on his
butt.

Eric, still in shock, first looked around to find his bearings, then realized
he had been dumped in the same gym area that had been his demise the day
before, and then noticed Allison (who could only be described as bullying Eric
at this point) glaring down at him hands on hips like a mother about to scold
a child. But this mother, 7 years the junior and a mere 9 years old, was
grinning so wide she almost seemed poised to salivate.

"Alright. Alright," Eric said motioning his hands downward in surrender, "You
don't want to watch TV, we won't watch TV."

"You have forced me to do this to you Eric," Allison said emphatically.

Eric stood up slowly. Suddenly, his eight inch height advantage seemed
nonexistent. He was scared and couldn't hide it. Allison could see it and her
eyes burned with excitement.

"Forced you to do what?" he asked tentatively.

"You purposely disobeyed me," Allison began, "and in this house while mom is
gone I AM IN CHARGE!" Allison boomed almost screaming the last words while
flexing her right arm.

"Alright you can be in charge," Eric began hoping to back his way out of this
suddenly difficult situation. He was afraid and he knew Allison could tell.
His voice was cracking and he was sure he was sweating. Never in his wildest
dreams would he have thought he would be afraid of a 9 year old girl, but this
9 year old girl could and seemed poised to seriously hurt him. Holding his
hands up in defense, Eric started to take a few steps backwards.

"No!," Allison began still blocking the only exit to the basement, "I AM IN
CHARGE!"

Allison noticed Eric's trepidation and calmly continued her lecture.

"You see," she began sweetly once again, "I am BIGGER and STRONGER than you. I
told myself I would be sweet and all, but you didn't LISTEN, so now I have to
kick your butt."

"Ally please," Eric begged still backing away.

"I'm sorry Eric, but sometimes naughty little boys just have to be taught a
lesson," Allison began with the salivating smile broadening her face again,
"and this is one of those times. And if I am being honest, I liked the feel of
power yesterday. It made me feel tingly all over. You know the fact that you
were so scared and all."

"I ... I ... I wasn't scared," Eric stammered still moving backward even
though Allison stood motionless.

It must have looked ridiculous, A 16 year old high school junior frightened of
a 9 year old grade schooler that he was babysitting. But that was the
situation. And unfortunately for Eric, every step he moved backward added
confidence to the powerful young girl and fueled her desire to once again
wrestle Eric into submission.

Slowly, almost subconsciously, Allison began to take small steps toward Eric
like a lioness eyeing her prey. Eric's eyes widened as she approached and he
glanced around realizing he had backed himself into a corner. Even 15 minutes
earlier Eric still believed Allison was delusional to think she could so
easily beat up a 16 year old boy, but the moment Eric gained his bearings in
that basement it all started coming back. All he could think of was how much
it had hurt yesterday. Then he glanced back at the approaching Allison, almost
slow skipping her way toward him with total confidence and superiority. Eric
knew she was stronger than him ... actually he knew she was a lot stronger
than he was. She was heavier and a better athlete. And she was going to beat
him up and there was nothing he could do about it. Allison got within a few
steps from Eric who had not moved since finding himself in a corner. He
actually shook slightly with fear. Allison's eyes widened. The 9 year old
didn't completely understand, but Eric's fear gave her that "tingly" feeling
and she loved it.

Suddenly, Eric dropped to his knees hands clasped in front of his face.

"Please Allison," he began looking up at her as she stood peering down at him
hands on hips, "I admit you are stronger. Way stronger than me. I am in awe of
you. You amaze me and I can't believe you are so strong. I will tell anyone
you tell me to. You are the babysitter and I will do whatever you say from now
on, but PLEASE don't squeeze me again."

Allison didn't blink an eye. She just stared down at Eric who looked as if he
wanted to cry. She let out a slight sigh and then pointed at her feet with her
right hand. Eric immediately looked down at her now bare feet, toes wiggling.
Then, he looked back at Allison grinning from ear to ear.

"Am I the babysitter?" she demanded.

"Ye ... yes," Eric replied.

"YES MA'AM" Allison corrected.

"Yes ma'am," Eric repeated with his head down.

Eric was so ashamed he couldn't even look Allison in the face. The girl he had
just met two days earlier. The girl he thought would become his "little
buddy". The girl he was supposed to baby-sit had completely and totally
physically and worse mentally dominated him.

"Kiss my feet," she said playfully.

The sound of her voice betrayed the meaning. Eric hesitated and looked up at
her. The young girl's eyes bore through Eric and he understood this was no
joke. Quickly, he lowered his head and started to place small kisses all over
Allison's feet. The young girl moaned slightly, then giggled not quite
comprehending her own reaction. After growing tired of the foot worship,
Allison raised her right foot and slapped Eric in the face with the bottom of
her foot. Eric stopped and sat back quiet and motionless. He was completely
broken. Surprisingly, Allison sat down in front of him.

"Now Eric," she began leaning forward and lifting his chin to see his eyes,
"we are going to play a game."

"OK," Eric whispered completely monotone.

"You don't want to fight me, a 9 year old girl," she said smiling, "because we
both know you can't beat me. I am just too strong for that."

"Yes ma'am," Eric agreed almost inaudibly.

"So I am going to give you a chance. I will LET you squeeze me like I squeezed
you yesterday. You can squeeze me as hard and as long as you want. And IF you
can make me give up, then I won't squeeze you anymore ever."

Allison had a way of giving Eric hope. His eyes lit up at the situation
presented and he suddenly began to think himself manly again.

"Agreed!" Eric beamed, forgetting everything that had happened over the last 5
minutes.

"But," Allison cautioned, "if you can't make me give, then I get to squeeze
you. And if I can make you give up, you have to be my BOYFRIEND!"

"WHAT!?!" Eric screamed.

"I can just get you in a squeeze right now," Allison warned.

"Nono ... " Eric said quickly, "but if I win this, then I get to be babysitter
again and we never fight ever again over anything and we never mention any of
this to anyone. Deal?"

"Deal," Allison said extending her right hand in form of handshake.

Eric shook her hand and she squeezed hard. Eric winced slightly and Allison
giggled.

"OK Superman," Allison teased lying on her side propping her head on her right
hand, "give it your best shot.

Eric was determined to win. He had to win. His whole life ... heck his whole
existence was at stake. What point would it make to fix his truck if he wasn't
taking a cute blonde to the movies, but instead a dominating little 9 year old
gymnast that liked to have her feet kissed?

Eric stood and circled Allison looking for the best place to encircle her.
Allison watched him with her eyes as he walked around her settling for a seat
facing her back. Allison couldn't help but giggle the whole time. Eric tried
to pry his left leg under Allison's torso, but met no success. Allison just
giggled as Eric struggled to even get in position to apply the scissors.

"Could you please rise up a bit," Eric asked timidly.

Allison sighed, "Do I have to help you with everything Eric West?"

"She's using my whole name," Eric thought to himself as Allison lifted her
side up just enough to allow Eric to push his leg through, "this is worse than
I thought."

Eric finally managed to encircle his legs and was about to say "Go" when he
saw Allison shake her head saying "No, not right there." Despite the fact that
Eric was 7 years older and competing against a 9 year old girl, he took her
advice to heart and readjusted. Again Allison advised against the spot he
chose and Eric readjusted. Eric readjusted his spot two more times at Allison
advisement before she broke out in a fit of laughter.

"What is so funny?" Eric demanded sheepishly.

"YOU" Allison giggled, "I am just shaking my head because it doesn't matter
where you squeeze me. It won't do you any good."

"We'll see about that," Eric said emphatically.

He was trying to convince himself more than his young nemesis. Eric, finally
settling on the lower portion of Allison's back, finally locked his ankles.

"Are you ready hulk?" Allison laughed.

Eric paused a moment. He quickly evaluated his situation. 3 days earlier he
had taken a job he thought would take minimal effort to get his Ranger up and
going so that he could assume a normal life for a 16 year old guy. Now he was
deeply embedded in a physical challenge with a 9 year old girl that bordered
on owning his very existence. He knew she was stronger than him. Moments
earlier she had proven that he was afraid of her. She had forced him to kiss
her feet solely with intimidation. And her confidence, desire to control him,
and her strength over him seemed to grow with every passing second. He had
never felt so small in his entire life.

"I cannot let her win," Eric thought, "if I lose ... my life is completely
over."

Allison, who truly looked as if she was the older of the two, appeared to read
Eric thoughts and bore her eyes right through his. Grinning widely, she seemed
to say, "You're mine."

Eric's resolve was doubled in that moment and instead of verbalizing the
beginning of the challenge, he simply began to squeeze. Eric squeezed full out
from the very beginning, gritting his teeth and arching his back for torque.
Eric could not see Allison's reaction because he had purposely turned his
head. He was afraid of the result. He just didn't want to think about what
might be the result of defeat.

Allison, on the other hand, was studying Eric. She could feel him squeezing
her, and despite the fact that he was giving it everything he had, he truly
wasn't able to seriously discomfort Allison, let alone hurt her. She knew she
had won, but she really was evolving as the dominant party in the budding
relationship. Even though she was only 9 years old, her mind was already
conniving. She truly believed that she was so much stronger than Eric that she
could simply do anything she wanted and he could do nothing to stop her. That
thought excited her in ways she would understand several years later, but now
she wanted to prove to herself that Eric was powerless against her. Studying
the situation as Eric groaned from effort (silent and blind to the world
around him), Allison began examining body parts. Not only was she the only one
with muscle, she was the only one with any meat on her body. She decided that
she wanted to compare her muscles to Eric's ... just for fun.

"Wait! I have an idea," Allison announced sitting up and almost casually
breaking Eric's leglock.

Allison quickly got to her feet slightly dragging the older boy with her a
step or two as she quickly walked over to a filing cabinet a few feet away
from the mats and began rummaging through the top drawer. Eric, at first, was
stunned that she had so easily broken his hold, but before depression seeped
into his heart, he issued a protest.

"You said I had all the time I needed," he complained.

"Well you never said go, so I didn't think you had started," Allison lied
keeping her back to Eric to protect her telling face.

"Uh? Oh. Yeah," Eric mumbled.

"I thought it would be fun," Allison began turning with an old tape measure in
her right hand, "to take body measurements before we have the contest."

Normally, Eric would have vehemently protested, but he needed time to rest and
to figure out how he was going to get him out of this huge mess.

"OK," he said, "sounds good to me."

Eric staggered to his feet as Allison approached with yet another devilish
grin. Eric guessed she was thinking of more ways to humiliate him, but in
truth she was just giddy inside thinking of having her first boyfriend ... and
a high school boy at that.

"Should we start with arms?" she teased flexing her left arm.

"Y'ok. Whatever," Eric mumbled taking the measuring tape as Allison raised her
right arm and flexed.

Eric wrapped the tape around the young girl's bicep and began to pull it
tight. Allison watched him closely and thought, "He really is scared. He does
everything I say." She felt tingly again.

"It looks like ... just over 11 and one half inches," Eric said.

"Your turn," she said grinning at Eric.

Eric raised his right arm and flexed. Unlike his 9 year old tormentor, his arm
had virtually no change in the flexed position. Eric was really a very small
person. He barely weighed 100 pounds and even on a 5'5" frame, he was a few
missed meals away from being blown away with a heavy wind. Based on body size
and composition, it made sense for Allison to have larger muscle mass and
greater strength ... but tell that to Eric.

Allison wrapped the measure around Eric's arm and slowly began pulling it
tight. Eric watched intently as the metal tip went past 14, then 13, then 12
inches. It seemed to go on forever. The measure came to rest just past the 10"
marker.

"Impressive," Allison teased, "about 9 and 3 quarters Eric. You're almost 2
inches behind me there. Let's do legs too."

Completely dejected, Eric simply lowered to his knees and held out his hand
without even looking at Allison. She handed him the tape and thought to
herself how much better he looked down on his knees. She still couldn't quite
figure out any of this, but she was definitely having fun.

Eric wrapped the tape around the meaty portion of Allison's thigh and she
flexed it without being prompted. Eric was amazed at the size of her thighs.
He kept telling himself, "She is 9 years old. This isn't possible."

As Eric pulled the tape tight he said silently, "Wow."

"Well?" Allison inquired.

"Just over 19 inches," Eric said quietly.

"Go ahead and do my calves too," she demanded.

Once again, Eric was amazed as he pulled the tape tight.

"13 inches," he said without being prompted.

Eric did not fare so well posting measurements of 15" and 10" respectively and
earning quite a teasing from Allison. She had managed to further reduce Eric's
dignity and pride. Moments later, Eric was laying on the ground scissoring
Allison for all he was worth. He did not truly think he could win any longer,
but hope sometimes defies logic.

After a few minutes of continued squeezing Allison actually began getting
bored.

"Hey Eric," she said getting the boy to open his eyes losing only slight
concentration.

"I'm bored," she continued, "lets arm-wrestle while you squeeze me."

Eric could take no more. He did not know how any 9 year old ... boy or girl
could possibly be so muscular, so strong, and so tough, but he was taking no
more. He released the hold and quickly stood up. Allison looked up at him
amused.

"That is it," he steamed, "I admit that I cannot make you give. That I can't
hurt you. Whatever. But you still have to make me give up."

"That should take about 10 seconds," Allison teased patting her thighs as an
invitation.

"Not this time," Eric spat, "you can squeeze me as hard as you want. Break my
ribs, cut me in half, do whatever you want ... you won't hear me say those
words this time."

Eric lay back down and Allison ensnared him with her legs. As soon as she
crossed her ankles, Eric began to have second thoughts. She was not yet
squeezing him, but he was already uncomfortable ... and even bordered on being
in pain.

"Are you ready?" Allison laughed.

Eric had already closed his eyes and clinched his fists. He knew how
ridiculous this was, but she had already bested him in every way imaginable.
All that he had left was his will to escape the control of this 9 year old
muscle dynamo. His entire life hung in the balance.

Eric nodded his head positively and an amused Allison slowly began to squeeze
the 16 year old bag of skin and bone. Less than 10 seconds in Eric screamed
out in pain.

"That isn't even half," Allison teased.

Eric ignored her and began to pound his fists into the mat. He was
concentrating so hard, but the pain kept increasing and his ability to
concentrate dwindled. For her part, Allison calmly squeezed and thought how
impressed she was with Eric's resolve. Physics would have told both kids what
Allison knew from the beginning. Eric had no chance.

After roughly 1 minute, Eric began panting and mumbled, "This hurts. This
hurts."

Eric had nothing left in his tank, but Allison had never even revered her
engine. She pushed down harder on her ankles and arched her back slightly
giving Eric her first really "hard" squeeze.

"Ahhh GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD," Eric screamed, "DAMN IT I GIVE UP."

Allison released her hold immediately because she thought Eric was pretty
badly hurt, and she had won the contest. She pulled her legs from under Eric
and he just slumped on the mat and began to cry uncontrollably. He realized
what Allison had known all along. He now belonged to Allison. And there was
nothing he could do about it.

Allison allowed Eric to weep for a while, but when it started to subside, she
stood up and started marching to and fro in front of him.

"Now that we are boyfriend and girlfriend," she began over emphasizing as she
spoke, "I guess we know who is boss and who isn't, so I will make the rules. I
know my mom hired you to help fix your truck. Until your truck is fixed, you
get to keep your money. I will pay for our dates with my allowance. Once your
truck is fixed, you will give me all of your money and I will give some back
to you ... if the baby is good."

Eric began to cry again, but Allison continued her speech.

"You will do what I say when I say it or I will tell everyone that you are
afraid of your 9 year old girlfriend ... and then I will show them WHY you are
afraid."

Allison stopped her pacing inches from Eric's face. She extended her right
foot and Eric knew to kiss it. She shivered from her control over the boy.

"Now we will have or first date tomorrow while mom is at work. You will take
me to the movies. But since you don't have a car ... we'll have to find
another way to get there."

"Stand up BABY," Allison demanded. Unfortunately, that term would eventually
have new meaning in Eric's life.

Eric stood up and Allison glared at his teary red eyes.

"Your lucky I don't put you in a diaper acting like that," she threatened.

Suddenly, Allison's eyes brightened and she grabbed Eric around the legs and
lifted him up. She was amazed at the ease. She transferred his weight to her
right hip like a mother might carry an infant. Instinctively, Eric wrapped his
arms and legs around her and buried his head against hers.

"I can't believe how easy this is," she began as she started to climb the
stairs, "I guess I will just have to carry my baby to the movies like this
tomorrow."

Eric could not stop crying.