“I want you to autograph the picture for me,” he said. “Maybe say something like, to Willie, my favorite baker.” “It’s the artist who sign... the sketch,” I pointed out. “Oh, the artist—who cares about the artist? The artist would be nothing without the beautiful model.” “You are my favorite baker, though. I adore your cupcakes.” “And you are my favorite customer. Come see where I work.” He took my hand and led me behind the counter and through the door to the kitchen. A couple of young Somali. "Good girl, put your legs together while I take your diaper off littlesister." I feel the plastic panties sliding down my legs while I lay onmy back helpless like a baby. I'm staring at the pink plastic panties nowsitting next to my head on the bed.To say how embarrassed, I feel doesn't cover it unit I feel my diaperbeing pulled down. "Oh that's right you were wearing a pull-up so you cansay good bye to them and hello to these." I look at the real Miley seeinga pink Barbie diaper in her hand. Itna pyar se khyal kerne wala ladka kahin nahi milega.”(But Maalkin always takes my side and says, Akash is a very good boy. I know him very well. He listens to whatever I say and does whatever I tell him to. I do not have any complaints against him. You will not find such a loving boy, who looks after all your needs).After all, it was true that Maalkin knew Akash better than I think Akash knew himself. She was his inspiration and guiding force in more ways than one. Was it not she who used to. No longer was his desire being restrained by the harsh fabric of his jeans. His loose fitting boxers gave him plenty of room for him to be comfortable now.I bit my lip at the sight of him and felt a strange warmth settle between my legs. Now it was my body that trembled. He sensed my change in demeanor and propped himself up on his elbows again. He had since laid back on the numerous pillows that rested against the headboard."We don' have to Jazz …if you're not ready …I can wait…" he breathed..