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Guilt and doubt are powerful twins. They drove him to teach his new horizontal dance partner to wear pretty things for more than a few minutes at a time. It took some effort, but neither seemed anxious to go anywhere else and there was really no hurry anyway, so they experimented … a lot. The thing she most enjoyed wearing, were wigs. He bought her four via the internet and she cared for them like they were pets.

Dresses that could be shrugged off were her favorites. Anything with elastic at the waist was worn around her neck, bodice, waist, hips or legs; upside down or sideways. Panties were out of the question, and the one pair he did get on her was removed in shreds when she decided the panties should not come between their bodies in any way. Shoes were not possible, but socks were okay once she learned they didn’t obstruct her poison heel spikes, and of course she could playfully slide on his hardwood floor in socks.

Leaving his house to shop was terror for them both. She would only hide in the pantry while he was gone and he worried constantly she’d get choked and suffocate. He finally deigned to order most things from on-line stores. He even had a problem leaving her to go to the mailbox, and the post-lady; always the suspicious type, smiled at him when packages were delivered from dress makers and perfume stores.

He found she loved warm, perfumed baths above all things, except him, which his world provided. She would play in them, make love to him in them and it was the only method she could find to efficiently scrub her feet. He finally convinced her to wear socks all day during the day and she continually slid on his hardwood floors while wearing only one red and one yellow sock, which could never be worn on the opposite feet … ever. He was helpless before her when she wore only a sideways blonde wig, colored socks and a grin.

He asked many times for her name, but she always whispered gibberish. Finally, he refused to touch her until she expressed it. She chased him around the house, enjoying the new game of sliding hide and seek and wearing nothing but socks and a wig; sometimes on straight, sometimes on backwards to make him laugh. He found when she was more than 50 feet or so from him, he couldn’t completely feel her emotions. Then the game got old because she couldn’t sense him either. She chirped and chimed like she was lost. He didn’t like the distance, sounds and other perceptions and would usually give in and whistle at her until she found him. She knew he wanted to hear her name.

She finally anchored herself in their bed one rainy day and chirped at him earnestly until he approached it. She reached for him and knew he would recoil. She sat cross-legged with arms at her sides, back straight, breasts at their little positions of attention and attempted to chortle her name. After three excruciating, choking attempts, she chirped, rasped and whispered something that sounded like, “Al-k … te … mont-de.”

He smiled and gave his best rendition, “Aktemonde … Aktemonde, is that right?”

She clicked, chirped, and rasped, like her throat was sore from trying, looked down and shook her head. She took on the down-trodden look she’d quickly learned got his attention. He approached their bed, with his bottom lip sticking out in a mock pout and whispered, “Adktemonde, are you my beautiful baby forever?”

She quickly grabbed him and placed herself in her favorite position; horizontal somewhere within the folds of his arms and legs and smiling directly in his face, and with much effort and a few choked chimes mixed in, coarsely whispered, “Aaa ... daahhh … mond … ddee.”

He studied her anticipation, expression and thoughts deeply, vis-à-vis just how she formed the word, and then tentatively whispered, “Ada-monde … Adamonde!”

She jumped up and bounced and bounced around him on her knees, bobbing her head up and down; whistled, chirped, chimed, growled and tinkled. Then she bounded onto his chest, stuck her tongue in his mouth and growled lowly, pulled her head back from his face so he could see her eyes and crossed them in a gesture she knew would make him laugh.