We got together with several others and put the decorations on the tree. Newly arriving people put gifts under the tree and went off to enjoy themselves. I heard Christmas music start playing and many voices talking and laughing. There were many people here now. The party had begun and was a good one.
I saw more people dressed as children and babies in adult baby clothes and diapers. All of them wore one of the collars. I was curious about those people even more. Vickie didn’t give me a chance to find out about them. She kept me busy with lots of fun stuff.
She had started calling me her pet and baby. She even started introducing me this way. It felt sort of strange but I didn’t mind. I thought of her as my friend at this point.
Vickie asked if I would like to have a drink. She said not to worry about having too much to drink because I was spending the night. We wouldn’t have to worry about anything till after New Years. I said I would like to have a drink. She said she was going to give me a brand new one. It’s a special drink for special occasions.
I followed her to the bar. I noticed two or three people getting a white colored drink in what looked like a baby bottle. I was thinking that this also was odd. I was really getting to be curious. It seemed I never had the opportunity to ask about any of these things though. I was always kept busy doing a lot of fun stuff and meeting new people. Everyone was friendly and eager to meet me.
Vickie said, “I would like a Spilt Milk for my friend and I would like a fuzzy navel.”
I watched the barkeep start to mix the drinks. I paid close attention to the one for me. I saw him mix in cream and a few other thick white liquids from unmarked bottles including some red liquid from a really small bottle. He added only a few drops from it.
I asked Vickie, “What’s a spilt milk?”
She giggles sweetly and answers, “It’s the drink not worth crying over.”
I see the barkeep give Vickie a strange glance, then go back to what he was doing.