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My goal is to be a constant dribbler. Currently if I drink water almost immediately I wet so I'm not far away. But to drip no matter what I'm doing is a dream I've had for a while

Wore big-boy underpants, khaki shorts and a polo when I went to work. Now I'm wearing the polo shirt with Baby-Pants' "my first training pant" and plastic pants, which have leaked into the under pad I use to to protect my new chairs. It's wet and I plan to wet more before changing.

I do not fear the police or any official authority. My biggest problem is that you can no longer count on them showing up when you need the police. We have just had a police scandal where ordinary police employees were ordered by top management to drop and shelve cases. At first glance, one might think, "Okay, that happens." But this was a systematic practice; citizens were told that investigations were still ongoing. It came to light because some police employees found the practice reprehensible—and even unlawful—and leaked the truth to the press. This caused an uproar reaching all the way up to the Ministry of Justice, and earlier this week, the top police executive and the head of the police intelligence service were demoted and removed from their posts. So no, I do not fear authority figures, but I have lost faith in those whose job it is to maintain law and order and ensure safety and protection for all of us ordinary, law-abiding citizens.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN   “Peter? Alex? Their mom said from the other side of the closed bedroom door. “Yeah mom?” Peter and Alex replied together. “Can you two come downstairs for a moment? I want to order dinner.” “Okay mom.” Peter replied. Their mom headed back downstairs and a few minutes later Peter and Alex followed. The boys walked into the kitchen and saw their mom at the kitchen island with the menu from the restaurant they were ordering from. Their mom slid the menu towards them. “Alright, let’s order dinner” She said. Peter looked over the menu first. “I’ll have any extra-large cheese pizza.” Peter said. “Okay.” Their mom replied. Alex looked over the menu next. “I’ll have an extra-large cheese pizza too.” Alex said. Their mom nodded. “Alright.” The boys each ordered a two liter of soda and a loaf of the garlic bread. Their mom said the food would be here in sixty to seventy five minutes. The boys both nodded and then headed back upstairs to Peter’s room. As they walked back up to Peter’s room Alex was thinking to himself. He’d been telling himself that he didn’t think he had any interest in diapers past or present but that wasn’t true. He’d remembered two incidents involving diapers that he’s pushed into the back of his mind. Alex wasn’t sure why’d he pushed those into the back of his mind. Guilt? Maybe he wanted to forgot the incidents? He wasn’t really sure. “Alex?” Peter’s said, cutting through his internal monologue. “Yeah?” Alex replied. “You look lost in thought.” “I am.” “What’re you thinking about?” “Just, that I was telling myself that I don’t like diapers and I’ve never had an interest in diapers but I remembered two incidents with me and diapers.” Peter nodded. “Ah.” “Uh, yeah.” “Don’t think to hard about it Alex. It’s really not that bog of a deal.” “I, I know but I feel like a liar.” “You’re not a liar.” “Thanks.” “Of course.” The two reentered Peter’s room and sat back down on the beanbag chairs. “You’re not a lair Alex. You really aren’t. You just forgot about those.” Peter said. “Yeah.” Alex replied. “You’re not.” Alex sighed. “Thanks.” “Why did you push those incidents into the back of your mind?” Alex shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe guilt, maybe I didn’t want to remember them.” Peter nodded again. “Okay.” “I just. I don’t know, I saw the diapers and something came over me. Like I needed the diapers even though I don’t really need them.” “Yep. That’s how I feel.” “Really?” “Yeah.” “Oh.” “Yeah.” “Oh.” “Yeah.” “Huh.” “Yep.” Alex leaned back in his beanbag chair. “Huh, um, okay.” “Yep.” “Maybe, maybe, I do like diapers.”

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