I went to my closet doormirror; it was floor-to-ceiling; so I could see myself. What a sight Imade. I was wearing a short pink nightie with an empire ...aist. Its satinyhem stopped just below my hips. Its satiny collar was high and close tomy neck. Its sleeves with satiny cuffs ended on my biceps. Below the hem,I could clearly see very bright and bold fuschia plastic panties. Theywere puffed out; it was obvious that a diaper was underneath. I could seethe ruffles on the panties puffing out on the. She kept passing her hand along my arms, shoulders, and even legs. I was a little tipsy by then, so I started to feel more attracted towards her. I kept looking at her deep sexy cleavage, and I began to feel like kissing her.“Isn’t it strange that we haven’t shared so many things together? I mean, we have many things in common,” she said.It was true. I mean, she liked the same kind of music I liked; she read the same kind of literature I enjoyed. I guess we enjoyed the same sex positions, only. It was strange, but Mom and Dad's death opened deep painful wounds in both of us, and yet seemed to heal us at the same time. Over the last six months it has been a rare three-day period where we haven't spoken on the phone or shared emails. We both discovered that while we were each living our own version of the American dream, it was not all that it had been cracked up to be and while the exterior of our marriages looked idyllic we both felt like we were missing some undefined element of. I caught the van before they got to the first corner. The spell allowed me to hang on to the van, well, like Spiderman. I was hanging on the right rear corner and standing on the bumper. I have to say it was a thrilling ride for the first few blocks until they decided no one was following them. The funny thing was that after driving around for almost ten minutes we ended up only three blocks from where we started. I guess their "turf" wasn't that big.The van pulled inside an old, abandoned.