My Swedish Vacation
By Valerafon
Jim and Eva attend the W.I.C. convention.
 

Chapter 13   The Convention 

Mr. Prescott picked Helga and Brome up at exactly 7:00 PM. He was always 
punctual. It was one of his trademarks. The girls grabbed their wraps 
and quickly escorted the president of Prescott Enterprises out the door. 
Inga and Gundy kept the three diminutive guests quiet in their room. 
Hiram Peabody wouldn't have made a sound, he was fast asleep in Gundy's 
arms. Harvey Milkwith and Evander P. Honeycutt were too busy themselves 
between Inga's powerful thighs to make much of a fuss, and at the 
moment, were oblivious to the goings on in the outside world. 

As they drove to the restaurant in Mr. Prescott's limousine, the CEO of 
Prescott Enterprises appraised the two beautiful women for a few 
moments. He fought back the feelings of awe he always had in their 
presence, and asked, "Have you heard from my son or Eva?" 

"No," Brome replied with a touch of sadness in her voice. 

"Oh well, I'm sure will hear from them soon," Mr. Prescott interjected 
in a confident tone of voice. He glanced out the window for a few 
moments, then added in a somewhat less confident manner,  "This isn't 
like my son though, to just go off without leaving a message, but they 
are grownups." 

"I'm afraid this is just like my daughter though," Helga said. 

All three were quiet for a few moments lost in their own thoughts. 

Helga wanted to change the mood and the direction of the conversation to 
take Brome's mind off Jim. 

"Tell me Mr. Prescott, how has one of the most eligible bachelor's in 
New York City managed to stay single?" 

"Please call me Jim," he said and then chuckled at her complimentary 
remark. "I guess I've been married to my work since my wife died eight 
years ago," he said with a hint of sadness in his voice. 

"My husband has been dead almost as long," Helga responded. "I think 
it's dangerous to live in the past for too long ..don't you agree?" she 
said as she looked into his eyes. 

He regarded her for a few seconds before he replied. God! She was lovely 
he noted to himself for about the tenth time since he first laid eyes on 
her this evening. At this precise moment, he felt lonelier than he had 
felt since his wife's death. Maybe, he was spending too much time empire 
building and not enough time finding a soul mate. As he looked into her 
beautiful blue eyes, he thought maybe, that was about to change. 

A few moments passed and Brome could feel the sexual tension in the air 
as she studied the two who seemed to be lost in each others eyes. 

Finally the spell broke and Mr. Prescott answered "Yes, it is dangerous 
to live in the past."  And he asked cautiously, "and what about 
yourself?" 

She laughed and responded, "It's harder for a woman living in a man's 
world. And besides our maternal instincts are so strong, we tend to 
live, vicariously, through our children." 

He grabbed her hand and patted it. 

Brome caught the move out of the corner of her eye. She was stunned and 
amused at the turn of events. She thought Jim's dad had made his move 
flawlessly. 

Helga, on the other hand,  was thrilled. 

"I can't imagine you or any of your daughters having difficulty in this 
man's world." Mr. Prescott replied. 

Helga chuckled, gave him one of her big electric smiles, and said in a 
sexy voice, "You are quiet the flatter, Jim. I see where your son has 
gotten many of his traits." 

"A pine cone doesn't fall far from the tree, " he responded as he 
stopped patting her hand, but did not let go of it. He held her hand all 
the way to the restaurant. 

Helga thought the dinner went unusually well. Even Brome seemed to be 
enjoying herself. Jim's dad had nothing new to offer on his son's or 
Eva's whereabouts and he didn't seem to be too concerned about them 
either. Of course, he really didn't know all the facts Helga reminded 
herself. The highlight of the evening came right at it's ending for 
Helga. That's when Jim Prescott Sr. asked her out. She wondered why she 
hesitated as first Mr. Prescott and then Brome looked at her in 
curiosity and expectation. Her answer was preordained, but Jim's dad had 
no way of knowing that fact. His face lit up like a Christmas tree when 
she said "Yes!" to the suggestion of a candlelight dinner in his 
apartment on Saturday. 

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In the days that followed the dinner date with Mr. Prescott, Helga 
watched her oldest daughter become more desperate. Brome had found no 
clue that might lead to Eva's whereabouts. She watched her daughter read 
Eva's letter over and over again looking for any clue, no mater how 
small, that might help. Brome had come to the conclusion, from the tone 
of the letter, that Eva had spirited Jim somewhere far away from New 
York City where she could bend him to her will. If that was indeed the 
case, then all that could be done was to wait for Eva to contact the 
family. 

Helga was saddened as her daughter grew more sullen and despondent as 
the days passed with no word from Eva. Brome constantly tried to 
remember the last name of one of Eva's friends she had met once at a 
party, a Marcy something, but just couldn't remember her elusive last 
name. Brome thought she might hold the key to finding Jim. 

Brome's final option was the  W.I.C. convention which started tomorrow. 
Brome was just a member in name only while Eva was a very active member 
of that organization. Maybe, something would turn up at the 
convention..at least that was Brome's one last remaining hope. 

Helga and her daughters were going to the convention tomorrow afternoon 
to check the place out with Brome. Gundy and Inga were excited as they 
listened to their sister describe the benefits and perks of being a 
member to this world wide organization of extremely dominant women, and 
they couldn't hide their enthusiasm about meeting other women with like 
minded ideas. Both girls couldn't wait to join. Even Helga found herself 
excited about seeing the convention and joining the organization. 

The girls wanted to show off their new conquests at the convention. So 
Evander Honeycutt, Hiram Peabody, and Harvey Milkwith got calls at their 
companies early in the week and were told to be at Brome's apartment at 
noon on Thursday. Evander was going to protest, but thought better of 
it. Harvey reluctantly agreed to be there as well, but Hiram couldn't 
wait to see Gundy again. The men didn't have a clue about where they 
were going, but it was better that way, for they were about to enter 
another world. 

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Mistress said she was very proud of me as we rang Marcy's bell. That 
made me very happy and content. I tried so very hard to please her at 
the cabin. I knew deep down Eva had become my whole world. In fact, 
everything before the cabin seemed very hazy to me. It was like the 
events before the cabin occurred in some other lifetime. I remembered my 
job and my life before well enough, but it was my trip to Sweden, that 
Eva often talked about, which seemed beyond my ability to remember. Eva 
often mentioned her sisters, but their faces eluded me. 

I had to ask her what day it was in the car. I had completely lost track 
of time in the past week. It was late Wednesday evening and we were 
going to spend the next couple of nights at Marcy's apartment. Tomorrow 
was the opening day of the convention and the four of us would be 
spending the day there. 

Marcy was very happy to see us again. I didn't mind or try to resist 
when Marcy scooped me up in her arms and planted kisses all over my 
face, but I did look Eva's way for permission. It just wasn't smart to 
anger my goddess in anyway. 

The first thing Eva had me do was strip. She wanted to show Marcy her 
favorite trick. She snapped her fingers and PJ instantly became as hard 
as a rock. Marcy broke out in laughter as she watched the show. I could 
tell she was a bit jealous and shot some wicked looks in Bill's 
direction. Bill tried to shrink out of sight. Marcy complimented Eva on 
my training and even had a few kind words for me as well...that made me 
very proud. 

After the show and tell, Eva scooped me up in her arms and told Marcy we 
were going to our bedroom for the night. She didn't want to waste my 
hard on. That brought another laugh from Marcy and she went over to Bill 
and grabbed his neck in her powerful right hand and started walking 
towards her bedroom as well. Very shortly, I found myself, alone in our 
room, with Eva. I spent the next several hours trying to please her, 
employing all the methods that had pleased her so much in the past. 

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Thursday morning before the Bromberg women left for the convention, they 
met with four of Brome's closest friends in New York City. Brome thought 
they might be good candidates for the tall club her mother and sisters 
had formed or rather taken over and renamed. Helga had mentioned to her 
that the club needed more women members and Brome immediately thought of 
her four friends. They all were tall dominant women who shared the same 
fondness for smaller men and the same penchant for completely dominating 
any relationship with a man. Like the Bromberg women these four gorgeous 
and unbelievably tall women had the personality and firepower to bend 
just about any man to their will. 

When Brome approached her friends about the club, the four women were 
intrigued with the idea of a club for tall women and couldn't wait to 
meet Brome's mom and sisters. All four agreed to be at Brome's apartment 
Thursday morning. 

Everyone hit it off from the very beginning at the social. Each Bromberg 
girl finding new friends as soon as the little gathering got into full 
swing. Inga became immediate friends with Cat the 6'2'' 180 pound red 
headed lady wrestler. Inga couldn't wait to learn some of the holds Cat 
employed in her line of work and on her male friends. 

Gundy spent much of her time talking to Eve Dulais, a 6'6'' 210 pound 
brunet from France. Eve was a star basketball player who played center 
for the New York Liberty. It turns out that Eve had a huge doll 
collection just like Gundy. Eve sat completely enthralled as Gundy 
explained to her new friend about how she liked to dress men up to look 
like the dolls in her collection. 

The other two women were super models like Brome and Eva. There was 
Monica Lang a 6'3'' brunet from the Midwest and Carol Lindley a 6'0'' 
auburn haired beauty from right here in New York City.  Both of these 
women couldn't wait to meet the male members of the club. 

Finally, the conversation got around to the male members of the club and 
everyone gathered around Brome's computer to watch the  pictures of the 
titan's of industry appear on the screen. The women still couldn't 
believe how cuddly and small each of the little executives looked from 
their pictures. The fact that all the men were rich, in their twenties, 
and handsome didn't go unappreciated by all the ladies as well. 

Later, at the informal gathering the men were further divvied up between 
the ladies. Carol Lindley thought Marvin Biggs was kind of cute and Cat 
thought Harold Beamis the Account Executive was adorable. Eve Dulais 
took a liking to Horace Dimworthy's picture. She liked the idea that in 
her five inch heels, she would be an incredible two feet taller than the 
owner of six car dealerships. 

Monica Lang settled on Sidney Longfellow. He was one of the two 
gentlemen not present at the last meeting. Helga had already insured the 
two no-shows would be their for the next meeting. She had Evander call 
the two absentees over the weekend and tell them to be at the hotel on 
Friday, no excuses. 

Monica looked at Sidney's picture and sighed as his bio and stats came 
up. It turns out Sidney was just under five feet tall and owned a casino 
in Atlantic City. Monica's smile broadened when she heard that bit of 
news. Monica dreamed about dominating the little man in bed and hopped 
his last name was appropriate. 

Henry Farnsworth the third was the only man not yet spoken for. Helga 
hoped that Evander, Hiram, and Harvey had followed the instructions they 
were given from the last meeting and that each had found a woman for the 
club. She would ask them when they arrived. They better have followed 
orders she thought. 

Of course, Inga kept Evander P. Honeycutt and Gundy would never have 
parted with Hiram Peabody. In fact, both girls wanted to take the little 
executives back to Sweden with them. All Helga could think of saying 
when her daughters pestered her about this was, "Will see."  

Helga was allotted Harvey Milkwith. She really liked Harvey but all she 
could think of at the moment was the President of Prescott Enterprises. 
She knew the candlelight dinner on Saturday just might be the turning 
point of her life. She wondered how much she should tell her new beau of 
her and her daughters life style? Would he understand? She knew she was 
too set in her ways to even try and change. Maybe, she should try and 
bend him to her will? Could he be broken? Did she want to break him? 
Helga, just like her daughter Brome, had a lot of questions and few 
answers at the moment. 

The party broke up at eleven. The four new women club members promised 
to get to the next club meeting a few minutes before eight. Helga wanted 
everyone to be present when Henry and Sidney walked in. The expressions 
on their faces would be classic. Helga also told the four women that 
their newly chosen male subs would be officially given over to them at 
that time. She also had a big surprise for the four new women members at 
the next club meeting. Gundy and Inga new the surprise and couldn't help 
but giggle out loud at the prospect. 

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I thought the convention might be held at a hotel or a small facility, 
but it was much bigger than I could have ever imagined. It was held at 
the main convention center in New York City. Eva, Marcy, Bill, and 
myself took a cab there. 

We made the convention center by ten. There were already many people 
waiting in line to get tickets. When we got to the front of the line, I 
saw there were five category's of tickets. Female members had to flash 
their cards and they got in for half price, five dollars. Guest females 
paid ten dollars and registered subs got in for free. I didn't know what 
that meant, but Eva and Marcy had to pay two fifty each for Bill and my 
tickets. Young females and males under sixteen got in for free even if 
they weren't members or subs. 

A tall and very beautiful looking hostess took our tickets. 
 
"Welcome to the first annual W.I.C. convention, ladies," she said with a 
big smile on her face. 

The hostess tore our tickets and handed them back to the girls. As she 
did this, she gave me a little wink. I lowered my head and hoped Eva 
hadn't noticed. 

After passing through the gate, we all paused to look at the clatter and 
confusion that was the massive convention floor that stretched out 
before us. There were literally hundreds of booths and exhibits in rows 
as far as the eye could see, and a mass of humanity milling around the 
booths in the aisle ways. 

The hostess noticed our momentary pause, pointed to a large nearby 
booth, and said politely to Marcy and Eva, "The registration facilities 
are at that booth. Most people start there." 

They nodded and the four of us headed for the booth. We only walked a 
few paces before the girls  paused for a moment again. I glanced up and 
read this huge banner overhead. It welcomed members and guest's from 
around the world to the first annual W.I.C. convention. 
 
My curiosity got the best of me. 

"What does W.I.C. stand for," I asked Eva as she scooped me up and 
placed me on her right hip. 
 
"Why Women in Control of course," she replied. 
 
"Or Women in Command," Marcy added, "take your pick." 
 
I glanced over at her and she had attached a chain to Bill's collar and 
was in the process of winding it around her fingers. When she was done, 
we were off to the registration booth. 

There was a small crowd around the large both with five hostesses 
handling questions and inquires. Inside the booth was a setup to take 
photos complete with a camera and background screen. It looked very 
similar to the setup at the License Bureau I thought. At the moment, a 
man was getting his picture taken. He didn't look very happy. 

Two of the hostesses noticed us and walked over. 

"Do you wish to register them?" the taller one asked politely in a 
French accent. 

"Yes! How much?" Eva replied. 

"Five hundred dollars, but their registered for three years and you 
receive all the benefits of our organization that registration entails," 
the hostess replied smiling the whole time. "Furthermore, their names 
and pics are kept in our worldwide database and if they travel alone 
overseas, local chapters can keep an eye on them for you. You can even 
have them report to our local chapters, in that country, if you wish." 

As Eva and Marcy listened intently to the hostess's registration speech, 
I appraised the woman talking. She was a tall beautiful brunet. I 
glanced at her name tag. Her name was Claire and she was from the French 
chapter of W.I.C.. 

After Eva and Marcy paid with mine and Bill's credit cards, the two 
hostesses handed the girls the appropriate forms. 

"Unhook his leash, please," the smaller hostess told Marcy. 

Marcy unhooked the leash as I waited nervously on Eva's hip. I had no 
idea what would happen next. 

The smaller hostess smiled broadly as she appraised Bill then added 
politely, "Fill out your forms completely and hand the guys over, 
please." 

In the next instant, we found ourselves cradled in Marcy and Eva's very 
strong arms. They held out our bodies, still clutching us in their arms, 
over the small table. The two hostesses reached out with their arms and 
took us from Marcy and Eva. Claire took my body and effortlessly pulled 
me over to her as the other hostess did the same thing with Bill's body. 

After we had been passed like two batons in a relay race, I glanced over 
at Bill. His hostess had repositioned him and was holding him up high in 
the air inspecting him. In the next few moments Claire was doing the 
same thing to me. I watched in fascination as the petite hostess held 
Bill's body easily in mid air. She was much smaller than Claire. Maybe, 
five foot three to Claire's five foot ten, but she was having no trouble 
holding Bill's weight. I knew Claire's height because it was on her 
badge. Bill was looking down in awe at the petite hostess as she moved 
his weight around effortlessly. 

"My! He's a big one! And such muscles!" Bill's hostess commented. 

Marcy looked up from the form and replied, "I'm very proud of him. He's 
a very good boy!" 

"You are!" the hostess exclaimed as she hefted him up and down a bit to 
show Bill how easily she could handle his weight. 

"Come on big fella! Cindy will take your picture and get you prepared," 
she said looking right at Bill. 

As she carried him over to the camera she turned back and commented to 
Marcy, "I like big ones too!" 

In the meantime Claire had been appraising me. She held me high in the 
air with her arms fully extended. I turned and looked down into her 
smiling face. 

"He is magnifique!" she exclaimed with a cute French accent. 

She turned to Eva and asked, "May I kiss him?" 

Eva looked at the woman for a second then gave a cautious, "Yes." 

Claire brought me down and enveloped my lips with hers. Her intoxicating 
perfume filled my senses and made me dizzy as she kissed me long and 
passionately. 

Afterwards, I went limp in her arms. That brought a hearty laugh from 
Claire. As I slowly regained my senses and turned towards Eva, she was 
giving me a very serious stare. I knew I would pay for that kiss. 

"Do not blame the little one," she said to Eva in a sincere tone. 
 Then as she carried me over to the camera, she added, "He is a very 
precious little bundle." 

Eva gave her an annoyed little nod and went back to the form. As we 
waited for Claire's turn at the camera, Claire whispered to me so no one 
else could hear, "If you were mine little one, I would give you pleasure 
like you have never experienced before." 

I looked over at Eva, I had a feeling even though her head was bent, her 
eyes were watching the two of us over her sunglasses. I lowered my head 
and didn't answer Claire. Claire caught my expression and laughed again. 

After both mine and Bill's picture were taken, and the forms filled out, 
it was only a minute or two till the teletype spit out our cards 
complete with our pictures. They were laminated and handed over to the 
girls. I caught a quick glimpse of the card. It looked just like a 
driver's license, but I wasn't sure what information the card contained. 

The hostesses had more goodies for Bill and I. They produced a little 
metal strip or band about three centimeters by one an a half 
centimeters. Bill's hostess Cindy fit the band in his collar. I hadn't 
noticed the opening before, but there was a place for it right on the 
front of Bill's collar. I didn't have my own collar yet. My band was 
handed to Eva. 

"Would you like to buy one of our collars?" Claire asked Eva. 

"No, I'm going to buy him a special one at the show." 

Clair nodded and then told the two women, "These bands are temporary. 
You'll receive the permanent gold laminated ones in the mail in a couple 
of weeks." 

Before we were handed back to our owners, Bill and I each got an 
inoculation from a gun. It looked similar to the inoculation gun the 
army uses to give shots. It stung a bit, but wasn't as bad as I thought 
it would be. 

Claire instructed the girls as we were handed back to Marcy and Eva over 
the table,  "Now you can always find your sub, even if he throws his 
collar and band away. The homing signal from the subcutaneous sensor, we 
inoculated them with, has a range of three hundred miles. Every local 
chapter has it's own equipment,"  and Claire added very proudly, "our 
chapters cover the earth. If you want to find them..we can find them for 
you, for a small fee of course." 

I pondered Claire's statements as I was transferred back to Eva's hip. 
Bill was put back on his leash and our group headed for the convention 
floor. 

The convention was only a little more than an hour old, but the floor 
was teeming with people. Everywhere I looked I saw an unusual sight. 
There were many women pushing strollers. Inside the strollers were men 
of all ages. Usually, they had on baby attire. Most of the men were 
drinking baby bottles or had a pacifier stuck in their mouths. Some of 
the men dozed sucking on their baby bottles as the women went from booth 
to booth pushing the strollers. 

I noticed immediately all the security personnel were women. The 
convention had hired their own security force, all female, and their 
were some of New York's finest female police officers there as well. I 
guess the organizers of the convention didn't want men with any type of 
authority involved with their convention. 

Almost all the booths were manned by women with an occasional man 
scattered about here and there. You could tell though that the men were 
there only for demonstration purposes or to help the booth leader in 
some way or another. 

A lot of men were being carried just like I was being carried by Eva. 
The women came in all shapes and sizes just like the men. It was not 
unusual to see a much smaller women carrying a much larger man. I was a 
little surprised to see how easily they all seemed to handle their 
loads. The women were just wondering from both to both looking for one 
bargain or another as the men stoically accepted the situation they 
found themselves in. 

The number of teenage girls, at the convention, surprised me. They 
usually traveled in groups of twos or threes. They often had a boy or 
man in their arms as well. I couldn't help but notice this one group of 
three girls. They all must have been at least six feet tall. One girl 
looked to be about thirteen. She was holding a leash that was attached 
to a much older boy's collar. He must have been at least seventeen and 
was a couple inches taller than Eva. I wondered if he was a high school 
basketball player as they strolled by. 

One of her girlfriends, a red head, who may have been a year or two 
older than the first girl was carrying a much older man in her arms. He 
didn't appear to be any bigger than me. I estimated the man to be in his 
mid twenties, but there was no doubt who was in charge. The third girl 
who looked to be no older than eleven or twelve had a boy on her hip. He 
was the smallest person in the group and had to be twelve or thirteen 
himself. 

I spotted a lot of families at the convention as well. One such family 
just walked right by us. A woman in her thirties was carrying her 
husband on her hip. Beside her were her two daughters. One girl looked 
to be about fifteen. She was carrying a boy who looked a little older 
than herself. He must have been embarrassed. He had his head buried in 
the girls shoulder. I had no idea if it was her brother or a boyfriend. 
On the other side of the mother a little girl of about seven or eight 
was carrying her own little bundle. I estimated the boy to be about the 
same size as the girl and about ten or eleven. 

If a man wasn't on a leash, in a stroller, or being carried, then a 
women had a secure grip on his hand as they walked. I saw no men who 
were alone. I asked Eva about this and she told me it was a convention 
rule that no man would be allowed into the convention if he wasn't 
escorted by a female member or guest. 

Although I saw women who came in all shapes and sizes. There appeared to 
be an inordinately large number of very tall and beautiful women at the 
convention. The teenage girls were, for the most part, tall for their 
ages as well. I was glad I was being carried. I would have felt like a 
midget standing next to most of these women. 

The first booth we stopped at featured the works of a female author. I 
watched her autograph her books and listened as the video explained how 
her book was a convincing argument that Eve was the first person on 
earth and not Adam, and that Eve was made in God's image who was also 
female. The author had found some lost ancient manuscripts in Iraq that 
conclusively proved her premise. Eva bought her book for me and told me 
to read it by Sunday. I got it autographed as well. 

In the next booth was the founder and president of W.I.C. She was the 
author of a number of best selling books. Her first book was the bible 
of the movement. It outlined why women were superior to men and why men 
had to be controlled. The book also outlined the twelve easy steps in 
bringing a man under complete control. Her second book which was an even 
a bigger success outlined how to keep a man under firm control once he 
was tamed. I wasn't surprised to hear both Marcy and Eva on a first name 
basis with the imposing woman before us. 

We stopped at the booth of one more female author. She had written a 
book entitled "I am Women, Hear me Roar!" The premise of the book was 
that the only reason men were put on earth was to please and serve 
women. Eva bought me a copy of this book as well. 

Next to the book section was some booths where women were selling video 
tapes. Eva and Marcy stopped at one booth where the woman was selling a 
series of tapes entitled "How to train your man from A to Z." The girls 
listened for a few moments but moved on. I didn't think they needed any 
training tapes. 

We left the book and tape sections and headed for the aisles where the 
restraints were being sold. I noticed at the top and bottom of every 
aisle there was a small booth where two girls patiently stood smiling at 
the passerby's. The young women were all beautiful blondes between the 
ages of sixteen and twenty I estimated. All wore the identical uniform 
consisting of a white blouse and a black miniskirt. The skirt was very 
short and exposed much of the girl's beautiful thighs. 

I asked Eva, "What do they do?" 

She looked at the girls for a moment and smiled at me before she 
answered. 
 
"They are.." She was just about to explain to me their service  when a 
women walked up to one of the booths. She had a man in her arms. 

"Watch!" she said. 

The woman talked to one of the girls for a second then produced some 
money. The girl took it and stuffed it through a slit which was located 
on the top of their little stand that served as their booth. 

The girl, I estimated was about eighteen.  She talked to the man in the 
woman's arms for a second, gave him a big smile, and then took him from 
the woman. She held him easily in her own arms. She kissed him on the 
cheek and then followed the woman into the crowd. I lost them in a few 
seconds. 

"What happened," I asked Eva. 

"The young girls can be rented to carry men." 

I gave here a strange look and asked, "Their strong enough to carry men 
around all day?" 

"Yes, all the girls are quite strong. They can carry men for very long 
periods. Even men much bigger and heavier than themselves." 

She gave me a smile, sipped her coke, and then continued, "As the day 
progresses, the conventioneers  can get tired. The girls supply a 
necessary service." 

I watched as another woman, who was carrying a man, went up to the booth 
and started talking to the remaining girl. 

"As the day progresses. You'll see more and more hostesses carrying 
men," she added. 

I was going to ask why the women at the convention just didn't let the 
men walk, but I thought better of it. 

We must have spent over an hour in the restraint section. Eva and Marcy 
bought or ordered many items. As we went from booth to booth, I noticed 
their were men in all of the booths so the women could see how the 
restraints looked on a man. The penis restraint Eva bought scared me the 
most. The man in the booth looked very uncomfortable in it. I knew P. J. 
wouldn't like it, but I didn't think he had a say. In fact, Eva and 
Marcy bought so many toys in this section that the group had to leave 
the convention and take all the paraphernalia back to the car. The girls 
got passes to return, Bill and I got stamped. 

After we returned, the girls were hungry so we stopped at the food 
court. I grimaced a little when I saw that men didn't get to sit on the 
benches. There was a large pile of wooden high chairs over to the side. 
Marcy and Eva brought two over and Bill and I had to sit in them as we 
ate. I was embarrassed, but nobody paid us the least bit of attention. 
Why should they? All the men were in strollers or high chairs. 

Afterwards, we all made a pit stop at the lavatories. Or should I say 
lavatory. There wasn't a separate one for men and women..just one. Their 
was a line of course. Women and girls patiently waited with men and boys 
in their arms for a stall to open up. Their were a few women changing 
diapers in the lavatory as well. I could see a woman removing a soiled 
diaper, it belonged to a man. In fact, all the diapers being changed 
were on men. I even heard one man crying like a baby at the top of his 
lungs as the woman changed him. The woman finally stuck a bottle in his 
mouth to shut him up. 

At the bottom of some of the stalls I could see two pairs of legs. A 
woman's nylon encased legs usually in high heels and the legs of a man.  
The man's legs usually were off the floor and dangling next to the 
woman's legs. It took me a second to figure out that the woman must be 
holding the man up with one of her arms as the man peed. In a few other 
stalls I saw a pair of woman's legs on the floor facing out as she sat 
on the toilet. A pair of man's legs were right next to hers. It didn't 
take a genius to realize the man was sitting on the woman's lap as she 
peed. When it was mine and Eva's turn, she carried me right into the 
stall. She held me up in one arm as I relieved my bladder. My feet of 
course were off the floor and dangling next to her shapely legs. Her 
other hand was encircling PJ doing the aiming for me. 

When we came out of the lavatory Marcy and Bill had to leave and man a 
martial arts booth for an hour. After that, they had to get ready for 
their combat demonstration. That meant Eva and I would be on our own for 
awhile. As Marcy prepared to leave, I wondered if Bill was going to get 
another black eye or worse at the exhibition. He seemed pretty stoic as 
he waited patiently for Marcy. 

Marcy informed us the first exhibition was at two, and it was an 
introduction to the convention. It featured the teens from Garden Valley 
Idaho. Another special demonstration was scheduled for three. It was 
entitled Control Techniques. The combat demonstration, the one Marcy and 
Bill were in, was at four. Of course, Eva wanted to go to all three 
demonstrations. 

After Marcy and Bill left, Eva told me we had just enough time to go 
over to infant wear. When she mentioned infant wear, I chuckled. I 
remembered Mandy the flight attendant, and now I had a pretty good idea 
what we would find in infant wear. 

We found Mandy immediately. She was speaking into a microphone 
describing the new Danny Devito line of infant wear. Several males were 
wearing the new spring line and were crawling down the runway or being 
carried in a very lovely woman's arms as hundreds of women listened to 
the descriptions. 

I had a good view of the show from Eva's hip. The show lasted about ten 
minutes more. Mandy saw us in the crowd of onlookers and waved to us and 
motioned for us to wait for her. As soon as the show was concluded, 
Mandy came right over. 
 
"Hello Eva," she sang out. 

Eva greeted her warmly and they hugged. 

Mandy then turned her attention towards me and tweaked my cheek, gave me 
a big smile, and said in a sprightly voice, "Hello cutey-pie!" 

I returned her warm greeting with one of my own. 

"Hello Miss Everheart!" 

Mandy studied me for a few seconds then told Eva, "My, he is well 
behaved. His training must have been very successful." 

Eva smiled broadly and answered, "Yes, very successful indeed." 

Mandy looked at her watch and suggested, "I'm on break for an hour, 
let's go watch the opening ceremonies. They should be very  
interesting." 

Eva thought for a second or two then said sadly. "I was going to buy 
some infant wear, I guess I can come back." 

"Do you have a card with your name and address on it,"  Mandy suggested, 
"I could send you the catalogs. You could do your shopping at home." 

"That sounds great!" Eva replied as she fumbled through her purse, which 
I was holding for her, looking for her WIC card. 

"Hear let me take the little fellow for awhile. You could use a break," 
Mandy offered. 

"Thanks!" Eva said and happily handed me over while she rummaged through 
her purse. 

In the next instant I found myself on Mandy's hip. Like all the rest of 
the women I had come in contact with in the last few weeks, she had no 
trouble with my weight. Her perfume was intoxicating. As I laid my head 
on her shoulder, I closed my eyes and wished Eva might find out the name 
of  the brand of perfume Mandy was wearing. It reminded me of a cool 
spring day and the scent of lilacs. I half dozed day dreaming of 
beautiful women and fields of fragrant flowers as the girls walked over 
to the main stage. 

We got there just in time. In one corner of the convention center, there 
was a large stage where the demonstrations were to take place. In front 
of the stage there was about two hundred chairs aligned in rows. We were 
lucky and found two seats half way back. I had to sit on Mandy's lap. I 
looked around and could see that all the men were either in strollers, 
on women's laps, or on the floor at the feet of their doms. I turned 
around and could see that the rest of the chairs, behind us, were 
filling up fast. 

Almost immediately, a large beautiful woman walked out on stage and I 
recognized her immediately as the woman at the booth we had visited 
earlier. I remembered Eva had told me she was the founder of the 
organization. She received a thunderous applause as she walked to center 
stage. The applause must have lasted for a good minute. 

Finally, she gestured for quiet and the noise died down. All that could 
be heard was a man crying like a baby somewhere in back. Some in the 
audience tried to hush the man and a woman picked him up from the 
stroller and held him in her arms trying to quiet him. Finally, she had 
to stick a bottle in his mouth. 

It got quiet and the woman on stage laughed and said, "That's OK ladies, 
men are just big babies. That's why they need firm guidance." 

Everyone laughed and clapped again for a few moments. 

After the applause died down for a second time the lady introduced 
herself. 

"For those of you who don't know me or aren't members yet. My name is 
Constance Pierce. I am the founder of the organization known as W.I.C. 
As of today, our movement has eighty thousand members world wide in some 
130 local chapters." 

A murmur went through the crowd as the numbers sank in. 

"I would like to welcome you ladies here today to our first annual 
convention. I don't want to spend much time telling the non- members 
about the organization. You can find out all about us at the various 
booths scattered around the convention hall. We have a variety of 
demonstrations to show you today and a very tight schedule, so lets get 
on with the exhibition." 

There was applause for a short time again then Ms. Pierce continued, "As 
most of you know we have established a model community in Garden Valley 
Idaho. It's a community of 15,000 residents run totally by women for the 
benefit of both men and women in the community. Of course, our bottling 
plant there furnishes a major proportion of the jobs in the community." 

Applause filled the stage for a fourth time. 

"I might add the sales of Fem-Ale has made it currently the third best 
selling soft drink on the market. We estimate by the year two thousand 
it will be the number one selling soft drink in the world." 

Again their was loud applause. 

"Soon we will be starting five other model communities in England, 
France, Russia, Spain, and Japan, and we will be branching out into 
other industries as well." 

Ms. Pierce's voice became more controlled and very serious. The 
auditorium in the vicinity of the stage got very quiet.  

"Ladies we have entered the dawn times of a new age. We are targeting 
the middle of next century as the time our efforts will lead to a New 
World Order where women will rightfully take their place as leaders 
issuing in the dawn of feminine world control." 

This time the applause was thunderous. She didn't try to quiet the 
crowd. She let the applause run it's course. After the applause finally 
died down, Ms. Pierce turned her remarks back to the present. 

"For the first hour, our opening ceremonies will feature the young men 
and women from our model community. The Carey Nation High School Cheer 
leading squad from Garden Valley Idaho will perform first. They did not 
place in the Nationals, but after you see them I think you'll agree that 
the judges were not yet ready for their brand of teamwork and flawless 
performance." 

Ms. Pierce walked off stage and the lights dimmed a little. Then six 
young girls in cheer leading uniforms came out on stage doing a tumbling 
routine. They were quickly followed by the rest of the squad which 
consisted of eight more girls and six boys. They quickly went into their 
lifts, but it was the girls that were the under bearers and not the 
boys. 

The girls threw the boys high into the air and caught them flawlessly. 
Non of the boys were overly small. I thought they were of average height 
and weight. The routine was ten minutes of throws and breathless lifts. 
I detected not one mistake and the height of the throws was as high or 
higher than I had seen from other squads. Finally, the routine ended 
with all six boys sitting on the shoulders of one of the girl 
cheerleaders. Their performance brought down the house. 

The next demonstration was from a few members of the Carey high school 
wrestling team who were undefeated state champs in Idaho. Ms. Pierce had 
a few more introductory words. 

"Before we go any further, I would like to thank all the ladies who have 
graciously loaned us the use of their subs for the demonstrations you 
will seeing throughout the weekend. And I might add all precautions have 
been taken to insure the safety of the boys and men who will be 
performing with the young ladies and women this weekend." 

A woman yelled out in the crowd, "You better not hurt my baby!" 

The crowd broke out into laughter. 

Ms. Pierce laughed and replied, "I assure you he will come back to you 
in one piece." 

Then she got serious and introduced the three young girls. 

"These girls are from our state championship squad." 

Three girls came out onto the stage in their wrestling gear and took a 
spot by the mats that had been placed around the stage. Ms. Pierce 
introduced the girls one by one. 

"This is Jamie Sommars, she's a sophomore and wrestles at 108 pounds. 
She's state champ with a record of 48-0. Irene Braxton a junior is the 
126 pound state champ who's record is 74-0, and Julie Harris is a 
freshman who is the state champ at 160 pounds, and her record is 24-0." 

The audience acknowledged the girls with loud applause. 

"Before I continue, I would just like to say that all our sports 
programs are open to boys as well as girls and their are some marvelous 
male athletes on our JV team. They just haven't made it to the varsity 
squads as of yet." 

She then paused as three young men came out onto the stage. 

"To make this as fair as possible for our male competitors, today they 
will be wrestling down two weight classifications. They all are either 
juniors or seniors in college and have excellent collegiate records ." 

A murmur went through the crowd as the much older and taller boys walked 
on stage. 

"So lets hear a round of applause for all the combatants." 

The audience acknowledged the six wrestlers on stage with a hearty round 
of applause. 

I looked at the guys as they assumed positions near a girl. They were 
all four or five years older, much taller, and outweighed the girls by 
10 to 12 pounds. It looked like a mismatch. 

Ms. Pierce continued to talk. 

"We have suspended normal wrestling rules as well so the matches will 
last a bit longer and the young men have been given incentives to 
wrestle here today. A win from any one of them will result in a 
substantial monetary remuneration. So let the matches begin." 

The men seemed a bit unsure about the crowd and the girls. I didn't 
believe they were told exactly what they would be getting themselves 
into. As Ms. Pierce walked off stage three women with microphones in 
referees outfits moved on stage and took up positions near the 
combatants. 

They signaled the contestants to start and all three matches started 
simultaneously. I watched the lightest girl's match first and my 
attention became riveted on that match. She was a striking blond with a 
long ponytail, with the cutest and youngest face I had ever seen on a 
wrestler. She was so fast she looked like a blur on stage. She was much 
too quick for the older bigger boy. No mater how he tried he couldn't 
get a hold of her. She easily danced out of danger. Finally, she just 
attached herself to his bigger body. She fit him like a glove and no 
matter how hard he tried he couldn't dislodge her from his back. 

She rode him like a bucking bronko. After about five minutes of this you 
could see the young man's moves start to slow down. Finally, she got him 
in a full nelson and rode his face into the mat. The referee came over 
and put the mike near her. 

Everyone could hear the girl say in a loud, but oh so feminine teenage 
voice," I got him now..he's meat." 

That part of the audience that was watching this match laughed out loud 
at the girls remarks. 

The pace of the matched slowed after the young man became helpless so I 
turned to the middle weight girl in the center of the stage. She was a 
taller more muscular looking redhead with legs to die for and that's 
about what her college boy was doing. She had him in a reverse head 
scissors. The referee had the microphone close and you could hear his 
barely audible moans as she powered down on his head with her meaty 
thighs. He had his hands on her thighs and he was trying to pull them 
apart to relieve the pressure. The collegiate wrestler was having no 
success pulling her sexy thighs apart with his overmatched hands. As she 
watched him struggle with her head turned towards him, she would pout or 
make other sad faces at the helpless boy. I had to admit she was one 
sexy high school girl wrestler. 

Finally, the girl tired of playing with the young man and she signaled 
for the mike. The referee brought it closer and you could hear her 
saying, "Come on tuff guy...fight. Your the easiest match I ever had. My 
six year old sister could give me more of a contest." After the laughter 
died down she added,  "She'd beat your ass..no problem. " 

Part of the audience roared it's approval while the referee moved the 
mike back to the hapless youth. 

"I givvvve," he moaned. 

"No giving tell I tell you to the give!" the young girl sang out. 

Again part of the audience roared. 

I decided to watch the third contest. That one had long ago entered it's 
final stage as well. The big brunet had the still bigger and much older 
muscular male under total control. He was flat on his back with his legs 
drawn back over his head. The girl was sitting on the backs of his 
knees. He couldn't move a muscle while the girl waved and smiled to the 
crowd. The referee was taping the mat and counting into the microphone. 
Part of the audience was keeping count as well. I could hear them 
yelling out "46..47...48.49.50." 

The referee stopped at 50 and held the mike near the girl, and she sang 
out, "He can't get out. I can hold him like this forever." 

Then she played up to the audience. "Should we count to 1000?" 

The audience yelled out "YES!" And then the count started again 
"51..52..53.." Throughout his ordeal the male wrestler was pleading his 
surrender or begging to be let go. 

By this time, the matches had been going on for about ten minutes, but 
they stopped being competitive a good five minutes ago, if they ever 
were competitive to begin with. I was right the contests were all 
mismatches, but just not the way they first looked. The girls weren't 
slaughtering the boys, rather they were playing with them for the 
enjoyment of the female audience. I felt sorry for the boys. I knew 
their lives would never quite be the same again. 

I looked around at the audience and I could tell the women were all 
enjoying the dominance of the young girls. Most of the men in the 
audience weren't even watching by now. They hung their heads or found 
other things to keep themselves busy. I realized then that no matter how 
many times I and other men were subjected to this type of spectacle, we 
never became sensitized to it. For some reason, deep down inside of all 
men exhibitions like this one would always remain embarrassing. That 
meant that these women who loved to dominate males would have a constant 
inexhaustible source of shame to feed on from their men. 

I finally looked back at the light weight girl. She had her college boy 
in a sleeper hold. His arms hung down limply at his side. The referee 
was lifting his hand to see if there was a reaction. There wasn't any. 
She signaled for the girl to let him go. Before she did she kissed him 
on the cheek and then let go of the hold. His head flopped down to the 
mat..he was out cold.  She got up and did a sexy little curtsey for the 
crowd. 

She turned to the other two girls and yelled, "Come on girls were 
running out of time." 

The sexy middle weight powered down with all her might on her reverse 
head scissors and the boy begged and whimpered till he was out cold too. 

I turned to the heavy weights and the audience was nearing the mark the 
girl wanted. I could hear the audience counting, 
"996...997..998...999..1000." 

When she got to 1000 she mercifully released the boy from her hold. He 
laid exhausted on the mat. Ms. Pierce came walking out with her 
microphone. As she did the girls prepared the boys for their final pose. 
The light weight picked her college boy up in her arms and held him 
cradled there. He was still dead to the world and hung lifeless in her 
arms. The middleweight lifted her older boy up by the arm and threw him 
over one of her shoulders, and the heavyweight just grabbed her boys ear 
and dragged him up to his knees. 

"Lets really hear it for the girls," Ms. Pierce shouted. 

The girls moved slightly forward and bowed or curtseyed for the crowd, 
who responded with even louder applause. 

After a few moments, Ms. Pierce said, "As you know we women have a 
rule..to the victress's go the spoils." 

The audience became deafening as the girl's moved off stage with their 
spoils. Two of the boys were still out and were carried, the third boy 
was half dragged off stage by the ear. 

After the audience stopped cheering, Ms. Pierce signaled three young 
girls to come on stage. They looked to be between the ages of fourteen 
to sixteen. All were unbelievable pretty and they were all dressed so 
they appeared even younger than they looked. 

Ms. Pierce immediately started to talk once more, "These three girls 
were chosen by lottery at Carey Nation High. They represent the new 
woman that is emerging in today's world." And she pointed to the 
audience..."Women such as yourselves. They are just average girls in our 
community, but they are smarter, stronger, and faster than their counter 
parts throughout the world. They represent the beginning of the future. 
They are our building blocks on which we will build our New World 
Order." 

The audience cheered for what seemed like the hundredth time. 

"As you know lawbreaking and vagrancy can not be tolerated in our future 
world." 

She signaled off stage and three men were led onstage. They all looked 
to be in their mid to upper twenties. All of them looked afraid. A women 
security guard unlocked their handcuffs as Ms. Pierce continued her 
speech. 

"These three men broke the law in Garden Valley. They either couldn't 
hold a job or were up on some minor misdemeanor." 

Ms. Pierce stared right through the men. All three looked down or away 
but did not dare return her stare. 

"These young girls have been trained in the arts of subduing and 
training wayward men, as all of our young girls have." 

She looked at the audience for a few moments, for effect, then looked at 
her watch. 

Then she shouted, "They have thirty minutes to conquer and make over 
these men's attitudes." 

She looked at the men again. "I hope for these poor wretches sakes the 
girls are successful." 

The audience started yelling, "Makeover!..Makeover!.. 
Makeover!..Makeover!....Makeover!....Makeover! 

The three girls each went over to one of the men and each girl in turn 
grabbed one of the man's hands. The last man pushed his girl's hand 
away. 

The audience started to boo. 

Miss Pierce gave the man a withering stare and when the teenage girl 
went to grab his hand again...he let her. 

Before they filed out, Ms. Pierce went to each girl and asked each what 
she intended on doing? 

The first girl looked at her charge and said, "He's cute! Definitely a 
baby!" 

The audience cheered. 

Ms. Pierce asked the man, "Are you going to let her make you into a 
baby? All you have to do is prevent her from doing so for thirty minutes 
and your free to go wherever you want." 

He looked at the audience and said out loud, "No way will I let a snot 
nosed brat do that to me!" 

That brought another round of boo's from the crowd. 

The man was led off stage and the second girl was asked the same 
question. 

"He's got a pug nose...definitely a dog." 

The second man looked frightened. He didn't have a comment. 

The third girl looked at her charge and commented, "He thinks he's 
tuff...definitely a little girl." 

All the man said was, "No Way!" 

All three disappeared off stage where the makeover would or would not 
take place depending on who won the fight for dominance. Somehow, I 
didn't have much confidence in the men. 

The next demonstration was a martial art and kick boxing exhibition with 
some more of the girls from the high school. The young men were chosen 
from some of the best dojo's in New York City. They all were older and 
more experienced than their younger female counterparts. All these 
contests went as expected. The men were no match for the young girls. 
There was concern in the audience for some of the men, but Ms. Pierce 
did announce that all of the young men did wake up off stage and that 
they were doing fine. The women from the audience gave the young men a 
fine hand as they were either dragged or carried back onstage. 

Finally, it was time to see the results of the make over. The first 
young girl walked on stage with her man crawling on all fours right 
beside her. He had a raw hide bone in his mouth and a few tears in his 
eyes. One of his eyes was blackened and he had a few bruises on his 
face. 

Ms. Pierce asked the young girl, "Did you have any trouble with him?" 

"Just a little," the girl replied. "He messed my hair up a little...and 
I had to put new lipstick on." 

The audience went, "Awwww!" 

The girl added, "And I broke a nail." 

The crowd laughed. 

The girl turned to the crowd and said, "I've taught him a few tricks, 
would you like to see them?" 

"Yes..Yes," could be heard throughout the audience. 

The girl took the raw hide bone from the man's mouth and threw it a few 
paces away. 

"Fetch!" she yelled. 

The embarrassed man crawled over on his knees and picked the bone up 
with his mouth and brought the bone back to the young girl. She took the 
bone and placed a treat in his mouth and patted him on the head. 

"Would you like to see another trick," she yelled. 

Again "Yes..Yes," could be heard throughout the audience. 

The young girl smiled and told the man to, "Bark fido..bark!" 

The man barked for a good thirty seconds. He got another treat as a 
reward. 

The girl blushed and told the audience, "That was all the tricks I had 
time to teach him." 

The audience roared it's approval as she walked off stage with her 
doggie firmly in tow, and another girl walked onstage. She was holding 
the hand of a much larger man who was now dressed in a short dress and 
high heels. He had makeup on which hid most of the bruises on his face 
and he had a pretty pink ribbon tied in his hair. 

Ms. Pierce asked her if she had any problem? 

"No," she replied, "He was pretty scared, but very good, so I went easy 
on him." 

The crowd roared it's approval once again. 

Then the young teen asked the audience, "Doesn't he look simply adorable 
as a little girl.?" 

The crowd roared, "Yes!" 

Finally, after a few more questions by Ms. Pierce, both the girl and the 
man curtseyed for the audience and moved off stage. The man had to skip 
off as the teenage girl held his hand. 

Finally, the audience was anxious to see how the youngest teenage girl 
fared with the most recalcitrant of the men. They didn't have long to 
wait. She pushed him out in a stroller. He was wearing baby clothes with 
a big baby bonnet on and he was sucking on a baby bottle. His face was a 
mess. The man must have put up a tremendous fight. He had two black eyes 
and numerous bandages on his face. He must of taken a tremendous beating 
before he finally gave in to the girl. 

For the next ten minutes the man was put through his paces on stage. He 
was made to crawl around like a baby and even had to cry like one into 
the microphone. I wasn't sure if it was real or if he was faking it. 
Finally, the girl picked him up in her arms, placed him over her 
shoulder like a real baby, and  burped him. He had to burp into the 
microphone as the audience went wild. I was struck at the difference in 
size between the two as the teenage girl carried him offstage. He must 
have been twice her size and weight. 

That ended the first hour of the demonstrations. There was a ten minute 
break between shows. Some of the ladies in the audience got up to go 
back to the convention floor and there was a bustle of activity around 
us. Mandy had to leave us and go back to her booth. She had Eve's phone 
number and said she would call her in a couple of weeks when she 
returned from Europe and promised to send her the baby catalogs. She 
handed me over and I soon found myself on Eva's lap. Before she left 
Mandy kissed me on the cheek and ruffled my hair. I looked over at Eva 
when Mandy left, and she was staring right through me. I swallowed hard 
and hoped that kiss wouldn't cost me later. 

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The four new female club members left Brome's apartment around eleven in 
the morning. It was another hour before the three little executives 
arrived. Brome let them in as Gundy, Inga, and Helga came rushing out of 
their rooms in various stages of undress  scooping up the little guys 
and carrying them off  to their rooms before the little men had a chance 
to even say hello. The women carried the men off to dress them for the 
show and to finish dressing themselves. It happened so fast Brome wasn't 
sure who was surprised more, her or the three little executives. She 
closed the door to the apartment laughing the whole time, then went to 
her room to finish dressing herself. 

It was another hour before everyone was dressed and the women were ready 
to leave for the convention. Brome told her sisters to dress casual for 
the convention, and as they left their bedrooms, she could see they had 
listened. 

Gundy was the first to walk out. She was wearing a halter top and short 
shorts. The look was finished off with sun glasses and a pair of 
platform sandals. She was carrying Hiram in her arms and he had on a 
school boy uniform from the thirties, complete with cap and shorts. He 
was very passive in her arms with his head laying on her shoulders and 
his eyes closed. Brome didn't think he minded his ridiculous get up at 
all. 

Inga was next to make an entrance. She had on a T-shirt that had the 
words Swedish track on the front and an identical pair of short shorts 
to Gundy's. Her sunglasses were more modern than Gundy's and she had on 
a pair of cross trainers. Evander P. Honeycutt was dressed very casual 
indeed as Inga carried him on her hip. He had on a white T-shirt that 
read property of Inga Bromberg. Brome wondered where Inga had found the 
time to get that shirt made up for him. Evander was wearing a pair of 
dark purple short shorts and a pair of light purple sunglasses. As brome 
surveyed Evander's attire, she did remember how fond Inga was of the 
color purple. 

Helga was the last to make an entrance. She had on a conservative blouse 
and a pair of slacks and white walking shoes. Harvey wasn't quite so 
lucky as he was carried in Helga's arms. He was dressed up in a uniform 
that one might see a man wearing in front of a hotel who hailed cabs and 
opened doors for important people. Everyone stared at him for a few 
seconds before Helga said, "Well he was Sargent at Arms for the club." 
Brome laughed along with the others as she remembered her mother did 
have a weakness for men in uniforms. 

Everyone piled into Hiram Peabody's limousine as the chauffeur was 
instructed on the itinerary. The group would be stopping at a plush 
uptown restaurant first to eat lunch and then they would be heading for 
the convention center. The chauffeur almost got into three accidents as 
he looked at the spectacle taking place in the back seat. He couldn't 
believe his eyes as he saw his boss and two of his closest friends, in 
silly getups, sitting on the laps of three of the tallest most gorgeous 
women he had ever laid eyes on. His focus stopped at the beautiful green 
eyed lady who sat alone. He sighed and drove on wishing he had been born 
rich for not the first time in his life..