I’ve greatly underestimated the distance and time it would take. I’m sure I have a half mile to go in the sweltering heat. I rest on the bench, ...tanding only to get more water and limp back to the bench. After a few minutes I’m ready to get there and give her what for. The neighborhood declines rapidly after esplanade and more people are lingering on the corners. I try to ignore the laughter and comments. Being more sore, tired and angry than embarrassed. The sidewalk is no longer shaded. Neha: nhi.Me: kabhi kisi ko kiss kia h.Neha: nhiMe: mujhe tu bhut achi lagti h, kya mai tujhe ek kiss karu, wo kuch ni boli to mene ek haath uskiKamar me dalkar use apni taraf khincha or kiss karne hi waka tha ki wo piche hat gai or kaha koi aa gaya to, mene jaldi se pc band kia or uth kar door bhi closed kar dia phr use khada kia or apni tarah laya wo bhi bina kisi dar k mujhse lipat gai, phr mene usse uthakar bed par litaya or tut pada mene use kiss karna start kar dia, mujhe bahut maza aa. She smiled and nodded in acquiescence, taking it and heading to the changing room.As she suspected, this was not meant to be worn without a bra or undershirt. It was so light you could see right through it to her nipples. You could even see the shape of her rib cage and hips. It was practically as good as going topless.“Uhm, I’m not sure about this one...”“Let me take a look.” He walked past the bored and disinterested changing room attendant and to her stall and she opened the door for him,. I didn’t push. That would be for later. Once I had Celia lying down in the bathtub, suitably cushioned, I undid the diaper. I slid a clean washcloth under her, to protect the towel, while I tried to delicately toss the mess her old diaper had become into the bucket. Tabitha handed me a wipe to help clean up the mess. Poor little Celia’s bum was red and seemed sore, but generally her skin looked flawless and she seemed well cared-for. More questions for later. ‘She hasn’t got a penis, you know,’.