That was a somewhat complicated delusion, but this... this had Crazy Humperdink Lady beat by a mile or so.I'm sure she read the look on my face becaus... she slumped and sighed. The anger that had animated her a moment before seemed to drain away, and she suddenly looked tired and defeated. "You see?" she said listlessly. "It doesn't matter. Of course you don't believe me. You don't have any memory of me. For you, I never existed." I believe," I said cautiously, "that you believe what you're. I think you’ll like them.”Inside the package were indeed a nice dark grey fedora and a charcoal grey trench coat, much like the ones I’d lost but of far superior quality than anything that I’d ever worn. I had been meaning to do some serious clothes shopping at some used, but finer quality, resale shop just off of the garment district but I hadn’t managed to find the time yet.All week long I’d kept busy with the routine of visiting Pilsner at the hospital every morning, then having lunch with. I'd fantasize about being able to have a total wetting one day & what it would feel like. Not that I haven't had tiny accidents in real life at school, but that's a whole different story/recounts. Let's stick to the subject here! haha. I'd mostly fantasize about public accidents where there'd be witnesses, like stuck on an airplane or not having enough for the pay toilets at a train stop, stuff like that. In my mid teenage years my parents moves & I had the ENTIRE basement suite to myself!!!. Mickey was heard to whine, "C'mon, Twy, do it in the car! I don't want you looking THAT good, anyway - I can't handle the competition!"Marion showered and cleaned up for work, pensive. 'Now what?' was the question foremost in her mind. Would Aaron ignore her? If he did, would it be because he was done with her, or because they were at work? What if he didn't? Where could they have any peace? And what did SHE want him to do? That was unclear; last night had been sweet, but... This control thing.