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Bruce raised both palms. “As I said, I’ll leave that up to you. My agenda is to build intimacy between the two of you and get Cia to relax and take in the tenderness from a parent. Ultimately we want her to develop her ability to trust and bond with others.”
“I’m right here,” Cia said and pushed her jaw out. “Talking about me in third person when I’m sitting right in front of you is just rude.”
“I apologize,” Bruce said with a smile. “If you don’t have any more questions I suggest you go and change in the cabin, and Cia...”
“Yes,” she said with her brows knitted.
“The diaper stays on until you advance to being a child.”
She arched a brow but didn’t answer him.
“There are clean diapers under the sink in the bathroom,” he said to me.
The eerie way Cia turned her head in slow motion and raised herself up in her seat spoke volumes. “Please tell me you don’t actually expect me to do my business in the diaper.”
He nodded his head. “I already know you used the toilet this morning and I take full blame for not explaining myself clearly enough. As long as you use a diaper, you’ll not be able to use the toilet.
“There is no way in hell I’m doing number one or two in a diaper,” Cia growled.
“Thank God,” I muttered, feeling a bit pale myself.
“Then we better hope you advance to being a child soon,” Bruce said calmly.
Cia was so mad she was actually sputtering when she spoke. “I don’t think this kind of thing is legal… there must be some kind of rules or ethics… or something.”
Bruce didn’t even lift a brow; he just looked at her and waited for her to get it all out.
When she had told him how disgusting, perverted, and crazy he was at least three times, he spoke in a placating tone. “What part of it upsets you the most? That you’ll get dirty by peeing in a diaper or that your father has to clean you up?”
“Both,” she yelled at him.
“But if you had to pick one, which one would you say bothers you the most.”
“I don’t like to be touched when I’m clean, so why the hell do you think I would tolerate him touching me when I’m dirty?”
“Would it be okay if he was to clean your foot? Is it because it’s your vagina that he has to clean?”
God, it felt like a sauna in here. I pulled the neckline of my t-shirt out and blew down to cool myself off. I felt sorry for Cia and could completely sympathize. I would hate to be in her shoes.
“Of course it would be different, you insensitive prick,” she sneered.
He looked at me for help. “Maybe it would help Cia if you told her that you don’t mind changing a wet diaper for her.”
“I don’t mind…” I started to say, but she cut me off by snapping her head around and pinning me with her burning eyes.
“Of course you mind, and so do I.”
She was fuming, but Bruce was unwavering and simply continued on as if nothing was wrong. “Any other questions before you go?”
“Actually I have a question,” I said and moved forward in my chair. “When Cia has nightmares, what should I do? Wake her up or let her sleep?”
Bruce looked at Cia and tilted his head like a bloodhound onto a trace of something. “How often do you have nightmares?”
She was scowling at him but to my surprise, she answered. “I don’t know… pretty often I guess.”
“Do you remember your dreams?”
“Sometimes.”
