To the bathroom for?us.??A poopy,? Mrs. Baxter corrected.Julie nodded, ?Yes?a poopy Brian. Do a poopy.? She smiled again.Brittney seemed to relax a li...tle?or maybe it was a sigh of resignation. For a moment Julie thought she saw a flash of desperation in the girl?s eyes. But just as soon as it appeared, it vanished. There was a burbling sound half-muffled by the diaper.?Good girl,? Sara encouraged. ?Now just go. You know how good it feels when you go.?Brittney felt the inevitable urge to do a. I’ll grab the whip, you fetch the gimp mask.”He laughed, and I thought that was the end of it. But, when I looked over at him a moment later, he seemed to be lost in thought.“Why, are you tempted?” I asked.He cleared his throat and his words came out in a rush.“I mean, I knew, in theory, these kinds of parties happen, but I’ve never really considered them before, and we have great sex, I’ve never felt there's anything lacking, but... I couldn’t help but think about it all afternoon, to be. "Hell, they might never get done. I think I'll start an even bigger house than the one I'm living in at the old Whitfield place after the Greens finish the one they've started on, or maybe one between the two houses." At the Whitfield place?" The old Whitfield place. I bought him out a few days ago and they're moving out West. Gertie wouldn't go with them though and now I'm not sure the kitchen is big enough for Maybel and Gertie both. The quarters are too small now too, what with the house. Finding nothing too controversial, he left Alan and two editors to finish up. Right after he left, Alan turned to the two, Missy Peters, the managing editor (second-in-command), and Amanda Wallace, the layout editor, and asked them if they could handle the rest of the work without him. He really needed to get home, he explained. They understood, Alan having just lost his grandfather and all, and wished him a good weekend. He trusted them, especially Missy, a junior, who was slated to succeed.