” I did. Then she was between my legs. Questions raced through my mind. Would she touch me there? Perhaps lick me, lick I had done her? But she bent...forward, leaning over me, and suddenly her hands were on my breasts. “You have beautiful tits,” she whispered, “so round, and tight. Without a blemish. And your nipples, they look yummy. So big and long. So many things one could do them.” “Things?” I croaked, “What things?” Anne smiled innocently. “I’ll show you.” And then her arms were to my left. His parents were out at a meeting and it was late at night. Casually, he dropped in a sentence."Do you know what sex is, yet?" he asked.Emma looked at him, mouth open. "Of course I do! Stop trying to distract me!" She shot him once again."Have you ever had sex?" Alex smirked, staring into Emma's blue eyes that were staring at the screen."None of your fucking business!" Oh, okay, I thought you had. Obviously not."Emma smacked him playfully on the arm. "Well then you'd be fucking right. I'm only. This is how we usually are dressed in the evenings at home--me in my diaper, with my boobs swinging free, and you in just your boxers. Easy access to each other, if the need arises. And it often does.You have the house temperature set just warm enough that, dressed this way, we are not cold.You come to the changing mat on the bed and place a fresh warm diaper under me. You begin with the baby lotion, rubbing it all over me, massaging it in, calming me from the stress that seems to be built up. No, to me she represented the ideal of beauty in thisworld. In a city filled with phonies and con-artists, she was the onlything that seemed real.Anyway, casting turned into a long, drawn-out bummer. We were meremonths away from shooting and I still didn't have a Louise. Louise, yousee, was the main character of the film. It was semi-autobiographical,but I chose to make it about a woman because I thought it would add aninteresting spin on the material. It was brutal - every woman that camein.