Why couldn't I just be normal, and stop wetting the bedlike some little kid?GREENEveryone could see them. There was nothing I could do about it. Thick...bulky diapers under my plaid skirt. After my accident in class, the schoolsaid that for sanitary reasons, I had to wear a diaper. Trauma-inducedstress incontinence, they called it. Even if nobody said anything, I knewthey were staring. Looking at the way the padding between my legs forcedme to waddle. How it crinkled with each step. Why wouldn't. The ship was now out of hyperspace, and would not be able to reenter it, meaning their original destination was now out of reach. The vessel was left with only maneuvering engines that were, for the most part, only used for low-speed maneuvering. The ship could, just barely, alter its course at the speed they were now traveling. And slowing to the degree that they could enter a planetary orbit would be impossible. So, they made what adjustments they could for the ship to pass by the most likely. Sounds from her lips short now, short almost like little hiccups.Faster.Faster.and then the bed shook with her orgasm and she fell quiet. Her breathing was deep and ragged but slowed into peace.I had actually been here to hear my mother orgasm. I remained quiet, crouched just inside the door. Spent with emotion. I thought it was beautiful.Beautiful but lonely.Very quietly, I crept back to my room and pretended to be up to go to the bathroom. I left the bathroom door slightly ajar and the sound. I needed to be more tactical about it. So I wrote her a note. I explained that I was looking at corporal punishment in schools as part of my University degree and wondered if she would talk to me about it. I told her to get in touch and left my mobile number. Couldn't have her ringing up the home phone! A week after posting the note and I'd heard nothing. I was really disappointed. I know I probably expected far too much but it was still disappointing all the same. I was just about to stick.