Well, Miss Soales, do you like sex?”Considering that the job ad had been in the sex ads in the little paper, she wasn’t totally unprepared. Still,...she was a bit taken aback at his directness.“Of course I like sex. Who doesn’t? But is that what this is all about? If I fuck you do I get the job; or did you call me in for an interview just so you could get a free fuck? As it happens I love to fuck; but I am pissed off if that’s all this is about. Sure, I’ll fuck you; but I need to know if there is. You're my baby. I'm going to bed now. If you want to talkabout this tomorrow just find me and say 'about last night'. You sleepwell."She patted my hip. It crinkled. I'm sure it crinkled. It was LOUD. Itfucking echoed in the room that crinkle. I was sweating even worse. Shemust have heard it. She must have FELT the ruffled panties and thediaper. How could she not? But she didn't pause or look at me again. Shegot up, turned away from the computer, and left the room. She spoke oncemore from the. We stopped at a small restaurant outside of Okemah that had pictures of Woody Guthrie's old house and lots of pictures of people from the depression wearing overalls and long dresses standing next to old cars.Over lunch, I told her I was thinking we should head to a town I knew above San Francisco named Bolinas. I told her about my friends Steve and Catherine and their daughter, Zoe.“Really, San Francisco? That's pretty far away. I never heard of Bolinas.” “It's a really cool place and no one. Dann dauerte es noch einigeMinuten und ich merkte wie es aus meinen Po kam und ich in die Pamperskackte. Omi warte kurz und als alles raus war holte sie eine Wickelauflageund legte mich gleich im Garten trocken. Ich weinte mal wieder. Dieanderen Frauen kamen zum Wickeln mit her und beruhigten mich mit Sp??enund halfen mit. Als ich wieder sauber war durfte ich alleine spilen imGarten wo ich weiter Puppenmama spielte bis schlie?lich Papi und Maierschienen. Ich merkte nicht das sie mir einige Zeit.