My stepmom turned around as well, and she gave me a slight smile as she always did.For the first time, I smiled back at her. But it was still a hesita...ting smile. “No, I was just passing by. Actually, I am going outside for a walk, so I came here to inform you,” I said with a stammering voice. “Okay, come back soon then,” Priyanka told me, and then I left.I strolled outside for a while and then went inside. My stepmom and sister were still in the kitchen. As I approached the kitchen, I heard. I knew Aunt Lori had come along just so she could help Mrs. Miller changeme. I could tell she loved every minute of it. She was telling me as shediapered me just how cute I was going to look on Saturday. After thebathroom break, and being treated to lunch by Aunt Lori, we gave hugs &kissed to her and said good-bye. I also had to give aunt Lori a littlegirl's hug and some kisses as she helped Aunt Judy by putting me back inthe stroller & strapped me in. plus I had to thank her for all my. It was still a little foggy there in the kitchen.“Fleabag!”“Yes, sir!”“Get me a Coke! I must get sober.”“Right away, Sir. And Bacardi? 151? Sir, as your attorney, I advise you not—““Just Coke. Unopened.” I never should have let him read that Hunter Thompson book.Fleabag, or “Byron” as his parents called him, owed me bigtime for saving his ass in Chemistry. He promised to do anything for me. I thought being my servant for two weeks would be nice.He delivered the cold sixteen ounce bottle,. It led to much frustration, with me KNOWING that I still had something to drop, but unable to shake the tenacious turd loose from its butthair dwelling. Eventually I would have to do two things: either reach down with somepaper and try to pinch off the lingering loaf (which required careful precision to avoid smearing the creature all over my rear, especially since I had no way of seeing what I was doing) or just go for broke, start wiping, and hope that I could remove all the leftover fecal.