It had been foolish to think he wouldn't notice. She decided to try to use it to her advantage. "Is it important to you that everything remain exactly...the same every time?" No," said Marcus. "It's important to me not to have to raise my voice. I've been repeatedly told that I am very intimidating when I raise my voice. So, I try not to do it. Come sit over here."Jolene found herself rising to obey before she'd even thought about it. Once she'd started to rise, she felt foolish at balking, even. " Thanks girls." I turned back to the 'boys'. "Will you 18-year old seniors please stop staring at the tits of my 13-year old, lesbian sister. Neither she nor I appreciate it. Try to demonstrate some maturity please."I'd been stupid bringing up the "lesbian" issue, as it just got them more excited. (There must be a logical reason why guys react that way to lesbians, and when I figure out what it is, I'll let you know. Regardless of its doubtless being highly logical, it was still very annoying. He was pondering his new baby pants and those diaper pins with the pink bears at the tip that Helen was using to pin his diaper closed. His face flushed at the complement that he should have challenged but didn't. He felt 'cute'.It was what Helen had hoped for as she added the second pink diaper pin. He was hooked as much as she hoped and amazed that it had gone as quickly as it had. It was two thirty and he'd been in diapers since just a bit after nine. Not quite six hours and he was in cloth. The following Saturday, I wondered if there was a chance that sexy young girl was in the mood to entertain me again. It was late at night, and as usual, the neighborhood was dark and quiet. As I walked down her street, my heart sank when I didn’t see the light on in her den. But, with a few steps toward the back of her house, I was delighted to see her bedroom light on. Images of her doing all kinds of things to her eager body spurred me on. Somehow, I had to find a way to satisfy my lustful.