She really hated that.So that night she had stayed and listened to the conversation in the room, doing nothing more than throwing in an occasional rem...ark. She had enjoyed the word play. Her attention had been drawn by a woman calling herself Nora44. She hadn't seen her before, but Vic really enjoyed the quips and teasing remarks with which the woman had laced her conversation. She also seemed to be quite a flirt.Vic studied the woman's profile and her picture. Nice picture, that of an. The stream of hot liquidblasted the front of my diaper and then pooled in my crotch, later tobe soaked up by the thickness of the diaper. The stream continued as mywife slipped off her shoe and placed her bare foot against the plasticpants. Someone has a warm wet crotch she whispered as she pressed herfoot deeper into the folds of the diaper. I set there hopping no onecould tell as the stream subsided, and a warm pool of liquid was slowlyabsorbed by the diaper.My wife paid the tab as I stumbled. I sighed. I didn't know what I'd done to deserve to bethis happy.I'd met Mike over ten years before when we were in our early twenties.I'd spent some time in hospital before that after an accident left mewith amnesia. Although I went by Lucy Winchester now, I really had noidea what my name had been before the accident. The police had tried tofind anyone who knew me but to no success. No one ever reported memissing.Mike had been standing outside the hospital when I'd been discharged. Assoon as I. Although, it was still the mere thought of Olivia’s most remarkable feature that kept me from realizing that almost a minute had passed since I stepped into their home. Finally gathering enough strength to tear myself away from her body, I managed pleasantries, “This is a nice place, uncle.” “Please, from the looks of it, you’re clearly not a kid anymore, aren’t you? Call me Victor, ok Sophie?” “Sure, as soon as you drop the ‘Sophie’”, I said with a smile, not only knowing that I had his.