This wouldn’t be the first time we had spent the night in the car, and at least had a comfortable and roomy Dodge SUV if it did come to that. So by...the time we had passed San Isidro and were heading towards Cuba, it was getting dark as I tried (badly) to sing along with a Country station on the radio. Just around a corner, I was flagged down by a woman waving some sort of scarf, and standing beside an old Ute. It turned out that she’d broken down, and needed a lift home. She told us that at. The perfect match for Candice had seemed to be someone whodidn't exist, a female with an underlying core of male traits that wouldbe there but wouldn't assert themselves.Sitting there in the back row of that church basement it was bizarre howmuch she related to Candice's teen years. She hadn't actually triedsleeping with girls, she had sensed that wouldn't work, but she had thesame dream of finding someone androgynous. in just about every lastdetail Candice was telling her story. So much so. "The closing credits began to roll across the screen and I couldn't holdit any longer. Crying just like a baby girl I felt me pee flooding thediaper. I lay there crying in shame. Her toes found my crotch and sherubbed the wet diaper against my skin."Mommy," I said crying. "I wet my Diaper." Well that's good that you finally learned what it's for. But theprogram was over by then, so you'll have to wear that pissy diaper forone hour." She took hold of my hand and I followed, my tears. I’d like you to be my first. I want you to have me and own me, but I don’t want to be used like a slut. If we are together once, it will be a regular thing.” She gabbled fast, all her words seeming to blur into one. I could barely make out what she said.As she saw the confusion in my eyes she looked dejectedly at the ground. I placed the forefinger of my right hand under her chin and lifted it up, making her look at me. Slowly I started to smile and leant in, kissing her cheek. I pulled away to.