Next in the pile was a pair of plastic panties to go over the nappies.Little teddy bears and rabbits were printed all over them, this wasfollowed by t...e yellw satin dress. It took me close on two minutes towork my way through all the lace and ruffles to work out how to put iton. Looking at myself in the mirror with the dress on I discovered thatthe hem stopped just about half way down my diaper covered ass. Thesleeves were puff sleeves that stopped halfway down my upper arm. Thefinal items on. “Excuse me for asking,” the barista said, “but who are you and what are you doing with Dag’s dog?” I’d prepared for this but wasn’t that confident.“I rented an apartment up the hill and the dog kind of moved in with me,” I said. “I figured she should be walked and she practically dragged me in here. Could I get an Americano, please?”She nodded and went to get the drink. I sat beside Maizie and looked at the newspaper. A few minutes later the barista set a drink beside me. I thanked her and took. Next."Lara stepped through the turnstile and waited for Ben. There was no way inside to see how Ben was going. Here's where we find out just how helpful Mo was.This guy was getting on Ben's nerves. "Benjamin Richard Butterwell, AKA Ben Polecat, age 35, born in Springfield, Indiana. Hair black, eyes blue, Height six two, weight two hundred twenty pounds." Ben scowled. He hated that name and every memory that came with it. Ben Butterwell had died in a military prison 14 years ago, and the less. "I like a man who can admit his feelingsso openly to someone he's just met. How about you buy me another drinkand we'll keep talking?"I couldn't turn down an offer like that, we talked for a while, sheasked all these questions about if I had any family (my parents and Ihad fallen out a few years back, and I rarely spoke with my siblings). Iexcused myself to go to the bathroom, and when I came back she hadgrabbed us a booth and me another drink. She was in the process ofreapplying her lipstick,.