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He sighed and nodded. He took her to the front, where he told them that she was his niece that was suddenly dropped on him just a couple of days ago. The school was a bit sympathetic knowing he was stuck at a motel, so they told him that the only staff on hand to watch her were in the nurse's office. "Now, I want you to behave for the Nurse. You have your deck of cards and your bag, so don't bother her unless you really need something. You're eleven years old," he decided she couldn't be any younger than that. "...So you can be quiet and play by yourself until I come back. It shouldn't be that long." He had no idea she had had interviews that were so quick. He was used to taking anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour depending on what they were looking for. Larry went to the restroom himself before he went in to the interview, completely ready, but not as confident as he'd like to be. In the Nurse's office, there were two other kids in there, a little sick, and one boy with a hurt arm from playing at recess. The nurse started to notice a smell, and of course, she wouldn't have suspected the older kid, the eleven year old in the room to be wet and besides her pants looked dry, so she went and checked on one of the other kids behind the curtains. The Interview was taking a lot longer though as they wanted to make sure he wasn't going to just leave them within a month, so they were more detailed than usual, taking nearly two hours before they were satisfied he wasn't just going to up and quit the minute he heard of a better school. They even decided to sweeten the deal by giving him a house to rent that had the starting costs paid for and a small car. It was dumpy, but it was dependable enough to get him from the small town to the city when he wanted. Then they gave him a $500 sign on bonus so that he would stop looking for work. They were that desperate for teachers. He thought the extra time was sort of them looking for weaknesses to not give him a job at first, and so he got more and more nervous, so that when he came out of there, he was very happy that they told him he was hired on the spot and finally broke it to him that he was their only candidate in the last year to try to fill the position permanently. That's why they were so careful not to just give him the job before knowing his long term plans. They didn't need someone that would just up and leave suddenly on them. He understood the situation, and realized it must have been hard to find teachers, but honestly, he wanted to live in a small town. The city was always crazy, and it frustrated him to drive in the city in every day traffic. He came back not knowing what he was about to discover.

Larry feels pressed for time. seven dollars here and ten dollars there were adding up, and he was going to be unable to take care of her at all if something didn't give. He might have to make her start eating things that they could put together at the motel. After she got her food, and they started to walk, again, he looked at her bottom. It looked bulgy, but not wet. A diaper was bulgy anyway, he supposed, not realizing that it was bulging from being wet in as much as it was. He looked to her and whispered as they walked. "I can take you into the bath room so you are safe," he told her as they walked. "You have got to have to go again by now?" He didn't have time to argue with her though, and so when they went in, he really only had time to ask her once, and then he would just have to drop her off where she could be watched. "Honey, last chance, are you sure you don't need to go?"

Larry sighed. "Honey, you haven't been to the toilet in over four hours, and your little body isn't made to wait that long. It's okay if you're wet, sweetheart." But seeing how she was getting frustrated, he sighed and looking at his watch, he agreed that they didn't have time for that anyway. "Alright, We need to get to the interview anyway. But you need to go as soon as we get in the building, okay?" He walked her to the little stand to get her a burger, hotdog, or something else they had there. "Get what you want, and make it fast or I'll have to order. We don't have time for you to take your time like you did at Subway Yesterday." He tapped his foot at her to hurry her.

"Oh, sweetheart! That's why I tried to get you up earlier," he patted her lap. "I'll see if there is something around the area when I figure out where I'm going. Hopefully, there will be time to get something for you." He saw the bus stop, and he stood up. "Ready, baby? We need to just check where the building is. It's supposed to be close by, and then we can see if there is anywhere close by to get you something to eat and to maybe check and change your diaper." He got off with a hand on her back and smiling at her, he saw the building right behind another one. He could tell by an obvious mark on the building, so he did have some time, and luckily, there was a small shopping area just across the street with a little convenience food cart. "Let's go see what they have?" he told her thinking more of her stomach at the moment than her wet diaper. It wasn't wet through her clothes, so even if she was wet, she'd survive for now. He did think he wanted to get her cleaned up though if she was wet, but time was quickly running out. He had about 25 minutes to get somewhere he needed to be that would take fifteen minutes to get to.

Larry had been too into his notes to notice when she first looked around and then went back to resting. They had a ways to go, so he wasn't concerned if she slept a little bit. As time went on, he thought she started to smell, but he wasn't sure if it was him just imagining things, or if she really was wet in her diaper. There was nothing he could do about it on the bus though, so he just let her sleep. Larry was feeling ready as the bus pulled to the stop three stops from their stop. He looked over at the little girl he thought was eleven years of age, and shook her a little. "Sarah, honey, wakey, wakey." He kissed the top of her head and gently rolled her shoulders to wake her. He hoped she'd open her eyes sooner than later. "Our stop is coming up, and I need you to be ready to go. We won't have much time to get into the place, and for me to change your wet diaper." He still had no evidence that she had wet, only a suspicion and he thought she smelled like she had done it, but he wasn't going to ask anyone else if she smelled to confirm it because that would just be mean. She was a child even if she was too old to be wetting her pants. That fact that she was, probably meant she needed to see a doctor. That was still on his to do list.

"This is not about being early for your interview, Sarah. If we miss this bus, I lose the chance completely. Honestly. You should have been up an hour ago!" They get on the bus, and he shakes his head at her uncaring attitude. He realized that he thought she was eleven years old though, so sighed and gathered himself. Of course a child doesn't know any better. For all he knew, she was never held to any kind of schedule because she was likely neglected or something. "Just keep yourself dry," he told her as they got on the bus. "If you do, we can start letting you wear your undies again instead of what you have on." They took a seat, and he sat there wondering why the child was always being so selfish about things. Was he being too soft on her? She didn't act like a mistreated foster kid, to be honest, or at least, not the way he'd imagined a foster kid going through something like that would be. If anything, she seemed to act like a spoiled princess all the time. He looked at her for a few seconds, shook his head and opened his notes. He had to prepare for this. This job was important. Spoiled or not, he could correct that later. Right now, he couldn't take care of her at all if he didn't get the job.

"Well, good," he said when she said it was dry. "Because we really need to get going to catch the bus. Just get dressed, and let's go." He was running his hand through his hair because of nerves. "Do you need to take a toy or a book or something?" he asked her. "The Interview could take some time." He rushed to get her clothes on her, trying to get her to hurry. He was watching the clock like a hawk knowing if they missed this bus, he would not make it to the interview. "Honey, the interview will be a loss if I turn up late. You cannot turn up late for these things, so let's go," he kept harping on her until they were out the door, the stress too much for him to remember to check her diaper or anything as they took off.

Larry got up and tried to wake her once, then started to get ready. He put on his nicer clothes, combed his hair, brushed his teeth, put on underarm and colon, and then went to check on the child again. "Get up, Sarah." He then went to make something quick for breakfast only to see her still sleeping, and exasperated, he walked over and shook at her trying to wake her. "Honey, you need to get up now," he was telling her. "We need to get your diaper off of you, get you washed off if you peed in your sleep, and get you ready to go." He kept trying to wake her.

"You can watch television if you want," Larry told her. "But keep it low so I can sleep. I'm turning in. Don't stay up too long because I need to take you with me since the district office is on the other side of town and I don't want to leave you all alone." He had seen she was changed, but didn't go to check her. They were home, so there was no reason to worry if she wet herself right now. "Good night, sweetheart." He winked at her and then went to bed.

"Alright," he said softening once she had lost her scowl and her eyes started to water. "But just bear in mind, I will not be letting you off talking to adults like that. It's wrong. It's really wrong to show disrespect for anyone that doesn't deserve it first, but even then, it's not always good to do it even if someone deserved it." He patted her on the butt and let her slip down to her own feet. "Be a good girl the rest of the night, sweetheart. If I tell you to do something, you do it. If I want to check your diaper, you let me check and change you if necessary. Understand?" He walked her the rest of the way to the motel holding her hand all the way to the door, when he had to get his key to unlock the door. "Now, I'm going to take a shower, and I want you to get ready for bed while I'm in there."

"Stop," he swatted her butt. "You don't sound sorry, and you don't get what you want with attitude or trying to fight it with me. That's only going to get you a sore butt!" He swatted her again. He didn't hit very hard, but with as big and strong as he was, he didn't know how sensitive she was to having her butt swatted.

Larry shook his head. "You need to understand your situation, sweetheart. You need to understand that the way you talked to me in there will not be tolerated. I am happy to take care of you, but you need to understand that that really makes me your uncle and since your mom and dad are not here, that means I'm in charge." He looked in to her eyes. "Now, I'm old school, and I will spank if I have to. I don't like spanking, but if it is necessary, I will." He waited for her to respond, not letting her down or anything else while he was going through this with her.

Larry sighs. The child definitely is acting a bit spoiled even if she is only around eleven years old. She probably needs to be taught some better manners, but right now, what they need, is to go get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day, and if he gets the job, then he will be able to take care of her. He still hasn't caught on that she's an adult yet, though the clues are out there so blatant. Maybe it's because he really wants a child that he doesn't see it. "Yes, sweetie, we can go," he puts an arm around her and walks her out. As they walk towards the motel again, she whispers to her. "Honey, you know that you can't be talking to your teachers at school the way you just talked to me in there," he nodded back at the Subway. "The way you asked if we can leave wasn't really that polite, and well, it doesn't look like anyone took the time to really teach you to be polite yet." He stopped and reached down and picked her up, wrapping her legs around him. "I'm not trying to hurt your feelings, baby, but I just don't want you to get into unnecessary trouble at school, you know?"

Larry frowned at her and pointed out the napkins they used, the wrapper from his own sandwich that was no longer useful, and his own cup. "Sarah, please, the trash." He frowned at her until she started to gather the trash, if she did, otherwise, he just kept frowning at her.

Larry smiled at the young girl, and saw that she pushed her unfinished sandwich away from her. "Your eyes are bigger than your stomach, I guess," he told her. "But that's okay. We'll just take this to go and maybe have it for your lunch tomorrow." He wrapped it up in the provided wrapper for it, and then he wrapped up the half of cookie he didn't finish for her, too. "You can have the rest of my cookie for your lunch, too," he told her. He waited for her to get her jacket on, and then he nodded at the trash that was left. "You can go ahead and throw the rest of the trash out while I finish getting things together here, if you'd be so kind?"