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I guess I'll riff more on normalizing the abnormal, as that's what's on my mind. I'm leaving for another trip next week, this time driving to a city about 6 hours away from where I live. I could fly there, but getting to the airport, getting parked or dropped off, paying $150 to park or close to the same for a ride there and back, clearing security, waiting, boarding, flying, disembarking, then the rental counter at the other airport... it'll be the same amount of time, and this way, I am, first off, slightly more likely to die in an automobile accident, but way, way less likely to be killed by anything aviation-related. Secondly, I don't have to worry about having my suitcase full of diapers, plus the one I'll have on, X-rayed. Third, I can leave and return whenever I want. Lest anyone missed that I was joking about the likelihood of being killed, I know, planes are safer. And, you can drink beer on them. If it was the winter, I'd probably fly.  So, I've been doing chores around the house tonight, and uncharacteristically not drinking. I gave my liver a really good workout last weekend, which was a long weekend in Canada, and the place I am going to, and the person I am travelling with, are both known to associate with beer. I'll probably have a few tomorrow - I was just in a productive mode. One thing I still have to do is restock my diaper drawer. I've been drawing down my reserves, because it was almost getting obsessive, down in the basement, and my wife started making comments. I documented them a while back, where she discovered an automated payment that she had authorized, and thought that I was spending $500 a month on diapers. I still have a couple of cases of my most frequent daily drivers, being the BeDry, the BeDry Night Premium, the Mega Inspire+, and the Active Air, all from Rearz/InControl. Then, I have my "burner diaper" ATN's, for when I am working outside, know I will need a shower shortly, and expect to leak, and about 2 cases worth of random assorted printed diapers, maybe 3. I've run through about 4 cases without restocking. Like not drinking tonight, I think that counts as restraint.  One of the chores I have executed on, was collecting the trash in the house - this is usually my job, because I use the oversized kitchen bags, removed from our undersized kitchen receptacle, to empty the bathroom garbage cans, and of course, my nappy can. I was carrying a hefty Santa sack of random debris, weighed down by half a dozen dead chicken-sized SAP burritos, when my daughter walked past me in the hall, so I took a moment to remind her that the garbage needed to be put out this week (last week was just the recycling), and I wasn't going to be around to do it.  "Arrrgh. Fine, I'll do it, but send me a text to remind me. And can we get a bin with like, bigger wheels on it? They weigh 500 lbs, when they're full of diapers!"  "I schlepped bins full of your diapers to the curb for years, and never complained about it...", I noted.  "Yeah, but mine were small and cute." "You're saying mine aren't cute?", I said, evincing a hurt tone.  "Uh, no, dad. Maybe like when they're new, but not in the garbage." "We do have a dolly, which is what I usually use..." "Show me." So off we went to the garage, for me to drop my bag of diapers into one of the wheelie bins - they do have wheels. But she is right that they're sad wheels, and we have a long driveway with a bit of a hill to it. I showed her where the dolly was (in plain sight, mind you), and demonstrated its use on one of the bins - if you lift it from the flat part where the axel goes through the bin, it's easy to transport down to the roadside, on the big, pneumatic tires designed for moving refrigerators So, there you have it. Knowledge passed from one generation to the next. Now, I'm off to restock my diaper drawer. My consumption rate will be higher next week, because I'll be in work clothes all day, and out being social at night. I will be packing my Kevlar plastic pants, to avoid embarrassing conversations with front desk clerks.  Actually, that does lead me to a question, if anyone knows the answer: I know full well what happens when you wet a bed at home, or at a friend's place, but I've never actually defiled one in a hotel. I've had like leaks the size of maybe a silver dollar, but those are not reportable - they throw the whole works in the laundry when you're done with them, anyway. I know this. I used to consult on their machinery requirements.  But, what is the protocol, if you actually nuke a hotel bed? I guess if it happens to happen on the night before you're checking out, you could tiptoe away like a thief in the night, checkout via the app, and just cross your fingers that there's no blowback, but what happens when they discover the crime scene? Chargebacks? Nothing?  Or, conversely, if you're in a room for a few nights, and the monsoons come on night two, do you just leave it for them to remake? Or, do you call down to the front desk, and forewarn them? I have a buddy who has worked in hotels for three decades, but I'm loathe to ask him, because he's friends with most of my friends who know, although as far as I know, he doesn't know. But I could see a twinkle coming into his eye, as he says, "Why're you asking..."   

Just something I enjoy reading.  Your story has more.. adult equality let's say, than most here but I do like seeing things switch up between the dom and sub personalities regardless of which gender each is.  That can even cause, what shall I cause it... a whiplash, effect.  In this case if Tom suddenly topped carol she may enjoy it then have a moment of 'what the heck, you little......... and flip things again to put him 'in his place'.  <shrugs>  Honestly these two seem to have a pretty good dynamic going, she's not pushy but perfectly happy to let him explore and help him along the way.  Good story and well done thus far.  I'm looking forward to the next chapter and seeing where these two go.

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She usually checks me fairly often.  If I need to "ask" i do it by bringing out a fresh diaper as a hint. She will get to me at some point or tell me to take care of myself.