"Do you like your diaper?" Abby asked."OK, hard to deny that I don't so yes, I like my diaper," Mark said."And do you like when I change your diaper?"... Abby asked."Yes, very much," Mark said."And you found nothing too unpleasant about the diaper or being put intoit, right?" Abby asked."Not really, no," Mark answered."Do you like that little top you're wearing?" Abby asked."Yes," Mark said."And those matching panties? Do those feel nice?" Abby asked."Yes," Mark said."Then what if I told you it. “Besides he's not even going to be home Saturday night, at least not until real late. Got a date or something.” Jill was disappointed to hear that but she was not going to admit it to Ashley. “That's not why I was coming over anyway.” “So, uh... what time are you coming over?” “Say uh, sevenish, when we're done with dinner. Okay?” “Yeah, and one more thing – bring some real pajamas, you know, like the flannel kind.” “Okay, I think I can find some. Sounds like fun, kinda like the slumber parties. Jonas walks into the living room. I follow him, Eileen fights for me over control over her body, she doesn't do well. "You can't feel what she feels right?" he asks."No, I can't. You have free reign to do whatever you want." I reply back through Eileen's mouth.*No! Do not let him pull any of those perversions on me!" she yells."Ok, bend her over the couch." I force Eileen to lean over the couch, butt towards Jonas. "Now take off her pants." he continues."As you wish." I made Eileen say. I then. But I had never been superstitious. I'd never cared about mystical stuff; it had always seemed like bullshit to me. I certainly didn't worry about black cats, or stepping on the baseline when I left the playing field.But now. I felt like a hitter when Sandy was there. I even forgot, a couple of times, to put on my Captain America goggles when I went up to the plate.But when Sandy wasn't there, I felt a little empty. Hard to admit something like that. It was like being kind of weak: it made me.