I want my pretty diaper Mummy Gayle."She soon had me taped securely in a fresh thick Molicare diaper. She wentto one of my drawers and came back with ... clear yellow plastic panty thathad SISSY BABY and pictures of baby rattles and teddy bears all over itand pulled them up my legs and over the thick diaper.She pulled out a Hitachi massaging wand from her drawer and held it,turned on high, and held it to the crotch of the diaper. I didn't justfeel it. I was amazed at how strong it was. It didn't. My chin lifted.“My name is Venn of Stumble,” I said, trying to sound imperious and like I had two names. Like whole systems spun to the snap of my thumbs and I hadn’t just been born on a planet so garbage that humans thought breathing sharp plastic their whole life was normal. My eyes fixed on the empty pits that were Arthur F’s eyes were hidden by the mask he wore. “And I am going to drive Old Rec for this race.”You could have heard food drop in that silence.And, obligingly, Old Rec came. Tiffany was no fool, pointing out at once that age and accent made us an improbable couple. I passed her the contact magazine, and I watched a fascinating mixture of shock, calculation and humour crossing her face. But she turned a lot of pages. The down on the back of her neck was a gleaming halo in the sun, and her tank-top had been washed until the label faded. Thirty-four. ‘Oh, I get it,’ she said at last. ‘Swingers.’ ‘You know about that?’ ‘I’ve heard a bit.’ ‘Well, I think they are. At. “They’re nothing. Old news. You’re welcome here if you need a few days to recoup. I’m sure I can get Sharon to agree to some time off. Honey, cute little wifey of mine, don’t you and your Kitten need to get to school someday?”“Yes, Master Slave Driver. We’ll start back up tomorrow. We’ve emailed the professors, so they know what’s up, and all is OK. A little extra homework and all will be right with the world. Right now, we’re going swimming. You coming?”I went with them, noticing the crime.