Surely my snotty, little brother had already informed our mother about what we’d done. Only I was surprised that he wasn’t right there, waiting to...watch me take my punishment. And I couldn’t figure-out why Mom hadn’t started in on me. Then I saw a note scribbled in Billy’s chicken-scratch on the other side of our mom. It took me a bit to figure out what my k**-brother had written, and I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel after I understood his scrawling note. Mom, went to Tom’s and we’re riding. "Oh my," was all Carol could really say.Tiara was unable to answer as she had a locking pacifier in her mouth,the pacifier had a small hole in the middle where the nipple for a babybottle would fit."You, dear, wouldn't be wearing anything near as sissy as Tiara'soutfit," said Miss Boyl. "Just a simple dress that a little girl wouldwear, your diaper wouldn't show, and you'd look very tasteful." Diapers?" Carol asked. "Would I have to use, them?" Yes dear, We take our role playing serious, don't. " I want a lot of kids," I told him. "I hated being by myself." Oh yeah?" Kurt gave me just the barest squeeze. "Me too. Like six or something." Six?" I giggled. "I was thinking like, four is a lot." Yeah, maybe, four's a good number too." Two boys and two girls," I sighed. "That would be good." What about five?" He teased me with a grin and I laughed.We found a café still open, one of the all night places serving caffeine and sugar to college kids, and we sat down, having a little pie."Fruit. The red head licked his lips, imagining how hers might taste. She was so young, and hed always been fond of young things but never had the opportunity to enjoy one. The red head wasnt one to miss an opportunity like this. It was obvious that the mother was a selfish, drunk idiot and desperate for money. This was too perfect. Hey bitch, how would you like to make $500 instead of $50? He asked, finally looking back to her. She looked up at him, no longer sucking or licking, but leaving his.