Or could I? Mymind flows back to the feelings I had with that soiled diaper and thenightie OUTSIDE. It was thrilling and I had a massive hard-on. I ca... feelmyself tenting my pants. I think I may be hooked. I think I may want toswap clothes again. Not now. No. I don't want it now. Maybe with Emmagone... Maybe."Daddy, Mommy, and Baby?" she asks again."And you're the Daddy?" I pose.She nods and gives me the most hopeful look. I melt a bit. I wonder ifthere is something I wouldn't do for her. Maybe. My group was known as the silent but violent the meaning was we never mixed in other groups and we become silent not for lack of confidence, but pure despondent with the crowds and the useless banter that went on. The violent part was our drinking and smoking which our reputations had been set in our first semester. We all sat there waiting for something interesting to happen and I spotted a nice looking girl within a group and she was wearing the tightest tops and leggings. I thought I might. "I want to see you play with your cock and I want to see you spray." "What are the ground rules?" I asked. "Ground rules?" "Yeah," I said. "Do's and don'ts." "Oh," she said looking at the floor. She glanced back at me. "You can't touch me. That's not why I'm here. You can only touch yourself." "Ok." "And," she kept on. "I can touch you, but only with my hands if I want." "Okaaaaay." I didn't know if that was such a good idea. "And we're not either one of us telling Don." That was her husband.. The drive was slightly less hectic this time, and the monks were courteous as they led their visitors to the small guest hut where Stella Duras lay convalescing, her leg encased in fresh plaster."Your employers didn't want to foot the bill for your medical expenses?" Darren asked, by way of greeting.A wry smile turned her otherwise unremarkable face into a thing of beauty. "That's the problem with freelancing. I have to carry my own medical. I have Blue Cross, but these Buddhist guys won't let.