"There is some good news though,your new body needs lots of rest that you won't get in that chairso....see you next week Ms. Duncan. Sweet dreams!" Ka...hy's eyebrows shotup and she started shaking her head wildly, and she could feel her newwhipping her face as the living room faded to black."Wow, that was easy. I hope everything else goes that smooth," she saidto herself. Then she reached down and grabbed two levers that stuck outof each side of the chair. With some difficulty she got them to go. She sawthat he had his breakfast ready, but her first concern was his diaper."Are you leaking yet?" she asked, knowing that the deadline for anypossible reward was only a little over a minute away.Chad quickly took a moment to try to figure out if he might be leaking. Then he curtseyed. "I don't think so," he replied uncertainly. "But Ihave to be very close." Then he curtseyed again."Oh well," Mel replied. "Close doesn't count. Up in your highchairnow."Chad was disappointed, he had been. My cock was hard and floating around in the jets, sometimes poking against her leg. She pretended not to notice. "Why did you keep your panties on?" I asked her. "Nobody else does that"."My boyfriend asked me to" she answered. It was the first I had heard of a boyfriend. I'm not the jealous type so I was not concerned. but was he, I wondered? "How come he wants you to keep those panties on?" I was just playing for time, trying to work out the situation. "He just does, he's a bit jealous".My. After the yellow car of which you heard at Versailles last night, he took another at Le Mans—destination unknown."The deputy chief opened his eyes in amazement. Who was this person who was mentioning facts that had been telephoned to police headquarters only at two o'clock that morning? He gasped:"But who are you, Monsieur?" What? Don't you know me? What's the good of making appointments with people? You strain every nerve to be punctual, and then they ask you who you are! Come, Weber, confess.