She taught at a school for students in the ages of seven to fourteen with special needs, specifically they were all in diapers, the students had varyi...g degrees of intelligence. The higher level classes the students were just as intelligent as an other kid their age, they just could not use the bathroom.But Lydia had gotten stuck teaching a lower level class, these students had the mental strength of young children, her own class was one of the lowest. Her class was filled with nine and ten. She finally lets go and raises her splayed hand in the air, holding it in the light and marveling at it. "You came so much for mommy, I'm so proud of you baby." She reaches over to my nightstand and pulls out a few tissues from my box and uses them to wipe off my cock and her hand. She stands up then leans over and kisses me on the forehead. "I've got to go run errands, but I'll be back soon." "Alright, bye mom, love you." "Love you too sweetie." She slinks out of the room and carefully closes. Can you at least give me some hope here,” said Rodney.“She’s going to live, Mister Pollard. I can tell you that much, but...”“Her burns, can they be fixed, and I mean totally fixed! You know any plastic surgery? What?” said Rodney. ”“Hmm, yes, mostly, I suppose. But, the cost to do the job...” he said.“Cost will not be an object,” said Rodney. “I, we, want only the absolutely best care, doctors, medicines that can be gotten. No limits sir, no limits whatsoever.”“No limits? I can guess that you. Soon we were riding toward the secret entrance. An hour later we were headed back through the tunnel. We had to dry, curry comb, brush and put away the horses. We didn't want anyone to be aware that we'd left. We got the weapons and the ghillie suits back just in time. We were in the weapons container when Dina came in."Oh there you are. For the longest time I couldn't feel you, but now I got you. I am getting better at finding you." She said as she jumped up and wrapped her slender legs around.