2011

Chapter 17 - So close yet so far Almost, she almost had it nailed. Slipping through the hastily established Police net with the disguised little was very close to being a happening thing, now she had to deal with the suspicious Police Sargent poking his nose in where it wasn’t wanted or even needed in Diane’s opinion. All it had taken was a single question, the tables had turned without any warning, now it looked like there was a real possibility that quietly slipping away would not happen. She had bluffed her way through the vehicle inspection carried out by the young female constable using disguises and humour as distractions, but now it felt like the Sargent was onto her and that it had all been a wasted effort.  So close yet so far, befriending the woman at the Burger Lion, locking her in the bathroom, abducting her little, stealing her diaper bag, making a clean getaway from the carpark, disguising each of the SUVs occupants and silencing both of them before running the gauntlet of the roadblock. It had all worked perfectly until the Police Sargent had got suspicious of her roadside stop and was now poking his unwanted beak into her business. She visually imagined the finish line directly ahead, did she put her foot on the gas and make a run for it or try and talk her way out of the situation? Both were risky, but which option was the least risky? If she got it wrong her dreams would be dashed by a crushing defeat. In the end the decision was made for her when another police car arrived on the scene. Speeding off while the Sargent was out of his car was no longer an option, while she was very close to succeeding there was still difficult work to do before that would happen, she would have to satisfy his curiosity. So close but so far, the question landed like a sledge hammer smashing a rock. “Ah… oh… oh that,” Diane stuttered, caught on the spot with no answer. The Sargent continued with his line of questioning as the young female officer who had checked out the occupants of the vehicle and searched the cargo space joined him. “Just after we past your SUV… you pulled over and were stopped in a roadside rest area for at least ten minutes… what were you doing?” Regaining her composure Diane again tried to bluff her way out of the problem. “Oh, sorry, I wasn’t sure what you meant initially. The baby was crying in the back, so I stopped to change her wet diaper and make her a bottle, kids get dehydatred easy in a car so you need to get plenty of fluids into them.” Not convinced the Sargent spoke with his partner, “What did you find? Anything we are looking for? Does her story stack up?” “I think so Sarge, two kids in the back, The baby girl pooped her diaper while I was checking them out, and her toddler brother. The baby is nursing a bottle and her brother is also still in diapers, you can see the waterproof plastic top sheet sticking out of his bulging shorts which from my babysitting days I’d say he is either double diapered or now also in a wet diaper and will need changing soon. “Both in diapers then?” “Yup, two kids, a baby girl and a toddler boy, both still in diapers. Definitely not the toddler girl in a sundress and pull-ups and an older potty trained kindergartener girl now in panties that we are looking for.” “What about the cargo space, anything suspicious?” As the Sargent ticked off his list Diane tried not to sweat or be fidgety. “A baby pram, a half used pack of crawler diapers, two bags, one with boys clothes and a pink diaper bag that matched the description of the stolen bag but it wasn’t the one we are looking for.” “How do you know that Constable?” “I checked its contents, no sundresses or pull-ups found.” “That doesn’t mean its not the diaper bag we are looking for.” “That brand and color of diaper bag is pretty common Sarge, both my sister and neighbour have the same one. If we stopped and searched every Mom with a diaper bag that matched that description we would probably need to stop and searching more than half of the Moms and diaper bags in the city.” Peering into the back seat two kids were observed, a baby girl and a toddler boy with the plastic back sheet of a diaper sticking out of the waistband of his shorts . Has she disguised them he wondered? Did she have enough time? As the scent of a dirty diaper filled the Sargent’s nostrils he made his decision, there was no way he wanted anything to do with that, the woman and her kids could go, they didn’t fit the descriptions and were not who they were looking for. “Thanks for your cooperation Mamm, you are free to go, drive safely and you might want to make a stop at the next town, if my nose serves me correctly the Constable is right, your baby girl needs a another diaper change.” “Thank you Sargent, I hope you find who you are looking for.” The pressure was off. Freedom was hers for the taking, the makeshift disguises had worked. Gently Diane pressed the accelerator and the SUV surged forward. As the SUV past her position the constable waved to the boy in the backseat who was nursing a blue pacifier and playing with a couple of plastic toys. Mmm, they look familiar, where have I seen them she wondered. “Hey Sarge, where did you say the little we are looking for was abducted from?”” “The Burger Lion back in La Enfantino, why are you asking?”  “Oh, nothing really, its just that the boy was playing with some plastic toys when they left, I’ve seen them before, my sisters kids have have the same toys, they come as freebies with the boxed fun meals for kids at Burger Lion and that seemed like a bit of an odd coincidence.” The observation wasn’t lost on the experienced Sargent, “thats more than a coincidence Constable, you might be onto something there. Take the car, drive down to that roadside stop where the woman pulled over and see what you can find. I will stay here with these two clowns who have just arrived, God only knows where they have been, they should have been here ten minutes ago.” “Hey Sarge, give us a break will ya, we had to stop and get coffee and doughnuts for breakfast, there was a fire truck blocking the exit from the Burger Lion back in La Enfantino and we were stuck between five or six other cars and couldn’t get out until the traffic cleared.” “Clowns… you really are a pair of clowns… aren’t you. That’s the same place as the little was abducted from, did you see anything?” “Just the firemen helping a woman break into her own car to retrieve her keys that were locked inside… oh… and before we saw that drama one the cars in the exit queue behind us… at the back, it got impatient, backed up and drove out through the entrance on the wrong side but we couldn’t do anything because we were blocked in by other cars.” “Not just clowns, but incompetent clowns, and you don’t even know it. That car that drove out on the wrong side, who was in it?”  “Well we didn’t get a good look Sarge but it was woman with toddler and another girl, a kindergartener at a guess.” “Jesus give me strength,” fuming the Sargent paced across the roadway collecting his thoughts. Back at the roadblock he probed for more information. “What sort of car was it, the one that drove out on the wrong side at the Burger Lion?”  “We can answer that one Sarge… it was an SUV… silver… like the one you had stopped when we arrived.” “WHAT! Are you saying it was the same SUV?” The Sargent’s was about to explode, his face now red with anger as his heart pumped blood to the extremities of his body. It was a natural reaction in the face of the perceived threat, triggered by the onset of a powerful stress emotion. How would he explain to his seniors that the abductor and the little had both slipped through the net? Stress, shame and embarrassment simultaneously competed for his attention causing the blood vessels in his face to get wider increasing blood flow to the skin leading to the characteristic red face.  The Sargent’s reaction was obvious to the two young constables stuffing their faces with doughnuts, cautious of being balled out as they observed his reaction. There was no doubt that his blood was boiling, his face was now as red as a traffic stop light. “Offering an excuse they hoped he would but it, “It was the same make, model and colur of SUV Sarge… but not the same woman driving.” Standing empty handed at the road block with his body temperate elevated the Sargent was seeing red. In fight mode his sympathetic nervous system that regulated the diameter of blood vessels in his face had gone into overdrive, blood now flooded into those vessels, showing up as the angry red blotches. In an attempt to control his anger he rephrased his next question that was squarely directed at the two inexperienced constables. “Why didn’t you say something when you saw we had that vehicle stopped? This wasn’t the first time he had dealt with new recruits fresh out of training who thought they knew it all and it wouldn’t be the last. Breathing deeply and slowly always worked, it told the brain to relax, a technique he had learnt and adopted early in his career. The body would then stop releasing stress hormones, the heartbeat will slow and blood pressure return to normal. “What was different about the driver?” “The woman you had stopped here was a red head, she also had a toddler boy and a baby in the backseat. It wasn’t the same woman we saw at the Burger Lion, she was a blond with two girls, a petite toddler and a kindergartener.” Unconvinced the Sargent frowned as his portable radio burst into life. “You might want to come down here and take a look at this Sarge.” By the sound of urgency in her voice he correctly assumed that the eager and impressionable young constable assigned as his partner was onto something. Pulling into the roadside layby the young constable had exited the Police car and surveyed the scene. An entrance and a separate exit, the road surface was unsealed with soft gravel at the edges, a grove of trees with a shaded grassy patch, two wooden picnic tables shaded by the trees and two garbage bins. Checking out the wooded area she found nothing of interest, scouting the grassy area with the picnic tables also delivered nothing. Empty handed she moved onto the garbage bins, metal bins each hanging on a solid post but detachable. Returning to the Police car she retrieved a pair of disposable nitrile work gloves, “there is no way I’m sorting through garbage with my bare hands” she remarked with no one but herself able to hear her distain for the task. With her hands now covered the constable lifted the first bin from its post dumping its contents on the grassy area for closer examination. Fast food wrappers, aluminium drink cans, a newspaper with today’s date, plastic drink bottles, three apple cores and a rotten banana. Finding nothing of interest she refilled the first bin with the garbage before walking toward the second bin to repeat the exercise. Quickly it became apparent to her that it would not be as easy, five feet from the bin the stench was overpowering from the second bin that was directly in the hot morning sun. “Gawd thats stinks, those bozos who just arrived should be down her doing this shitty job not me…” With the bin lifted from its post the contents were again dumped onto the grassy area for closer examination. More fast food wrappers, aluminium drink cans, a plastic bottle that had contained ready made baby formula, six used diapers in different sizes, two pull-ups, one soiled and one soaking wet, a pair of amazon girl’s undies that would fit a kindergartener and a plastic blister pack that had been opened - Binky Medicating Pacifier With Snap On Cover - Wild and Cuddly Series - Unicorn & Panda. Twin Pack. $7.99. “Oh, I know these, they are the same pacifiers as my older sister Terri has for her kids, how cute is that.“ There was no one present to hear her commentary but that didn’t stop her from verbalising her thoughts. Flipping the discarded packaging in her hand she read the reverse. Binky. The original, authentic baby soother that all pacifiers are named after but can never equal. Binky is designed with mommy and baby in mind. The curved cut away face shield leaves room for baby's nose while allowing air to flow and cool baby's sensitive skin. The soft silicone nipple is designed to promote healthy oral development. Its Uniquely contoured shape fills baby’s mouth and allows their tongue to rest in a natural position without putting pressure on baby teeth. It also encourages the sucking reflex to become second nature. Each Binky comes in bright, primary colors with exciting and engaging graphics. FOR AGES 12 - 24 MONTHS.  DESIGNED WITH BABY'S COMFORT IN MIND: The lightweight, vented shield is designed to keep baby's face cool and help deter excessive drool and  moisture build up, which benefits Baby, Daddy and Mommy SAFE PREMIUM MATERIALS: This Silicone Pacifier is made of medical grade silicone so it's BPA Free, Phthalate Free, and Lead Free. The Shield and nub are made of solid plastic, so it always has a clear, premium look, colors stay bright and do not fade, even after boiling. DISH WASHER SAFE:  Simply sterilize baby’s Binky pacifiers in the dishwasher, microwave sterilizer or sterilizing solution. Pick what works best for you and your baby.  Unicorn and Panda designs… what was it about unicorns and pandas that was bugging her. It was something but she could not place it. Putting the discarded packing aside she got on with the scene examination. In the hot sun the stench from the soiled diapers was almost making her puke but she had no choice in the matter, the Sarge would want to know exactly what she had found and why she through it may be important. Separating the garbage she focused on the items that visually attracted her  attention, two fun meals boxes from Burger Lion, an empty plastic bottle that had contained ready made baby formula, two dirty size two diapers, a wet size two girl’s pull-up, the plastic blister pack that had contained Binky pacifiers with Unicorn & Panda designs and a pair of amazon girl’s undies that would fit a kindergartener. Turning to the remaining garbage she tossed it back in the bin, one wet newborn diaper, one poopy newborn diaper, two wet size three diapers that were too big to fit the baby girl and too small to fit the toddler boy she had seen in the back of the SUV. With the evidence assembled she radioed her partner conveying a sense of urgency, “You might want to come down here and take a look at this Sarge.”

Prostatectomy takes care of that. I've had no errections for over ten years.🫤

For what it's worth (micro sized review, here) I started with my early morning wetting (where I lay on my back and help the pee get to the back area), which was a heavy, heavy wetting.  And then I had 2 medium wettings, 2 small wettings, and at about 11 hours in, had a 6th (medium) wetting.  It took them all without leaking.  As you can see from the 2nd picture, it wicked to almost the entire area (partly, just partly due to my first wetting procedure).  As I took it off, I saw that it got very high, in the front, and I wondered how much more it could have taken.  That 1st wetting seemed like it filled the back pretty full, so I wasn't sure if it'd take a full day.  But I'm impressed, and it was an enjoyable day.   Stay padded my friends, MixerOp

It's a bummer that she stopped coming around.  Ramble had such a dark, warped sense of humor about her stories.  Lot of gore porn mixed in with magical AR stuff like this. 

Well, i wrote in the beginning it would turn out into basicallly a feel-good-happy-ever-after-story. Hope to save the last plot twist (the title!) until the very last chapter. Lots more chapters to come before we get to that. Glad you all like the story so far. Next chapter coming soon.