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Wow, this is really great. I love the premise of "in it together." Plausible and fun to see the constant struggles from it.

Alright! Glad this world / characters are back. After the last story, I felt like I knew them all  

Loved this chapter.  “Adam” actually seems to be pretty pleased with his new diapers.  If he could have something to cover the duck he might actually even like them. At least he is dry and comfortable.  I know that having a rash isn’t fun at all.  I am looking forward to seeing more.  Still curious about who will get notification first,  Dad or Kelly.  

19 The infirmary smelled of lavender, the sky-blue tiles surrounding the four walls shone as if they were glass cases under spotlights, the small desk and crib had been freshly polished. The medicine refrigerator was also in perfect condition, perhaps Nurse Yvette had just changed it. The young woman was reading a medical manual when the door opened violently. It was Ferg who had thrown it open like that; he called out her name. Yvette rushed toward him without hesitation. Her eyes fell on the little girl she held in her arms. The little girl hid her face, sobbing softly. She preferred not to start a discussion; her priority was to help the poor little girl. "Leave her, I'll take it from here," she told him in a firm tone, then looked at the little boy for a moment. She noticed a line of blood dripping from his right temple. "You are bleeding, take a piece of paper and hold it against the wound." Yvette sat the little girl down on a stool. She took a deep breath, grabbed her forearms slowly and began to speak to her softly, "It's okay. You are in the infirmary, I am Nurse Yvette, what happened to you?" The little girl did not answer, the sobs began to slow down. Feeling the very slight pressure on her arms, the little girl pushed them away from her face with slow, shaking movements. The nurse understood the reason for the urgency. She told her "I'll be right back," went to the refrigerator, from which she took out a bag with a bluish liquid inside, and returned to the suffering little girl. "Take it and bring it close to her eye, don't press it hard," she handed it to her and she obeyed. She groaned. She told her in a low voice, "Thank you." Yvette smiled weakly at her. She turned her gaze toward her friend. Ferg was watching them worriedly. From the way he pressed his lips against each other, he was resisting the intense burning of the wound. "I'll fix your friend up, you stay here in the meantime," she told her. A few minutes later, Luz and Ferg sat next to each other. Her cut was disinfected and stopped bleeding, the only advice she gave them was to keep their hands away from the wound. Throughout their stay, Riley remained aloof and in complete silence. Seeing them together and taken care of calmed her and made her forget that her pants were wet. Holding back a smile was impossible. "Are they okay?" questioned Yvette, her voice nervous. She could no longer keep it to herself. She approached her friends. The woman looked at her bewilderedly for a moment. Before her question she thought she was alone with two eleven-year-olds, she had to think again. She sat down behind her small desk, then answered her, "Fit as a fiddle. I must admit that you two are the first two serious patients I've had since the beginning of the year." "So, can we go back to class?" asked Freg thoughtfully, involuntarily his hand and Luz's hand joined. Yvette took a blank sheet of paper from in blue binder and a pen from the pen holder next to the computer screen. She replied coldly, "Not yet, I need to talk to one of your teachers first." "Why?" asked Riley in a contrite voice. Yvette looked up from the paper uncertainly. "Because my work," she explained seriously. "I have to report my work to the teacher on duty so they can communicate it to your parents." Ferg got up from his stool in amazement. "No! They can't do that!" Nurse Yvette abruptly rose from her chair. Her sincere and systematic tone of voice, however, betrayed the sense of imposition that her pose instilled. "Yes I can," she said. "This is my task, otherwise I would not be here. What are your names?" The kids looked at each other fearfully. "Can't you just pretend?" implored Riley. "Please!" Yvette sighed in annoyance. "I can't do that. Give me your names, I won't repeat it a second time." Two chimes came from the door, followed by a man's faintly low voice. "Is anyone there?" The nurse recognized that voice and said cordially, "Come in, Mr. Johnson." Mr. Johnson nervously walked through the doorway and hurried toward the three eleven-year-olds. He breathed a sigh of relief, although he had not yet removed that veil of agitation and worry. Behind him, Theo followed as if he were his shadow. "What happened?" he questioned them shocked. "We fell down the stairs," Ferg lied. His voice was full of resentment. "Why all these questions?" Riley looked up at the ceiling stymied. She did not understand the reason for that lie, most likely their teacher knew about what had happened in class A-3. It was a puzzle in her eyes. Mr. Johnson noticed her reaction. Seizing the opportunity, he asked her suspiciously, "Riley, what happened?" She would not tell a lie, woe if she tried. So much for a note on the ledger, this is worth suspension! She felt Theo's hand squeeze hers, a feeling of security made her feel stronger. She gave a wistful look to Luz, who began to speak for her in a tremulous voice. "We went to talk to some of Ferg's friends, Katrine came and started pushing Ferg. Riley, Theo and I had moved away; that bully pushed him against the computer and knocked him over. Then..." "Then what?" asked the concerned teacher. Riley stole her word. "She lunged at her and pushed her against the desk. Then Katrine punched her in the face." Mr. Johnson winced in surprise. "As soon as the principal hears about this..." The kids raised their antennas at that precise moment. What do you mean the principal will be told? "Mr. Johnson," Theo began uncertainly, "why should the principal know? Wouldn't that be a teacher issue?" "Bullying is about any figure within the school, Theo," he told him in a motivated and confident voice. "The principal is going to come down hard on this bully." The nurse cleared her throat, drawing the attention of those present to herself. Then she began to speak, "Mr. Johnson, I need you to sign this document. Also, I must have the kids' names." "For what, may I ask?" "School practice," the woman answered quickly and put a paper and pen in front of him. The teacher grimaced at him, subsequently turning to his students. "Hey kids, do you want some advice? Read before you sign any papers, you have no idea how many hidden nuisances can pop up if you don't give it a good read!" * Their parents arrived an hour later. The principal's waiting room had never had to accommodate twelve people at once before that day. The only one missing was Mr. Johnson, who had to return to class and would not be able to report what happened to Principal Bright. Two groups were formed: the big ones and the little ones. As can be seen from the clear-cut classification, on one side were eight adults intent on discussing, indeed getting angry, about the fact that their children had been targeted by a bully (only a little later would they find out it was a bunch) eighth-grader. On the other, four eleven-year-olds sat in complete silence. The vociferousness of the former was cause for rebuke by Vice Principal Zegler, who shushed them by saying, "Do as your children do, be quiet! There are people working!" Riley searched for her parents' eyes and found them. She put his hands in front of her mouth to stifle her laughter at seeing his parents' sorry faces. From then on, she could provoke them with jokes in which the vice principal's name played a key role in succeeding in their effectiveness. Her friends were in no mood for conversation, especially Luz and Ferg who talked to each other with their eyes without ever hinting at a movement of their lips. If looking at each other's eyes was a recognized language, the two of them would have been the greatest experts and exponents. How tender they are! "Theo?" she whispered to him. "Tell me, Riley." "What do you think of... L+F?" she nodded her head back at him. Theo answered shortly after, deciphering the meaning of that movement quickly was a challenge. "They look good together." "I know!" Riley held back a little cry. "I admit I'm envious." "I'm not!" sentenced the friend. "I'm better off as I am!" Why are you males idiots? Theo had not finished speaking. "Can I tell you a secret?" Riley was surprised at that question. What could it be about? She told him willingly, "Shoot." "You shook my hand, in A-3," he began impishly, "I shook it for you in the infirmary... it felt good to feel you around my you know?" Riley smiled, blushing slightly. "I know. I felt good too you know?" Theo fidgeted a little, looked away for a second, then back at his friend. For reasons unknown to him, his heart began to beat at an abnormal rate. What was happening to him? "Just like the two of them," he refuted and smiled at her. A click came from the door of the principal's office, interrupting the chinwags of the parent group and drawing the attention of everyone present. Silence fell. Principal Bright, a wrinkled man in his 60s with white hair on his sides, gasped. Even today, parents had come to complain with questionable and stupid motives, so his thoughts drifted away. He studied the hallway, desperately looking for a friendly face. The only one he found was that of his colleague: vice principal Zegler. He beckoned her with his hand to approach him. He asked her nervously, "What's going on?" Francine Zegler replied bitterly, "A fight between two sixth-graders and an eighth-grader. Have fun, Gerald." * The principal listened carefully to the four sixth-graders' tale. His expression changed twice when they mentioned Katrine Foster's name and the fight that had led them straight to his office. The easy part had just passed, now came the hard part: the wrath of the parents. Only Luz's parents, Mrs. Mendoza and Mr. Mendoza, expressed their displeasure with resentment, this was also due to the fact that they found out at that moment about the incident that had happened days before. Ferg's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Glenn, remained cool throughout. They gave the impression to everyone, even their own son, that it was none of their business and that they just wanted to get back to work. In fact, a half hour after the Mendozas' speech, they left. Ferg did not follow them. At that point, Gerald Bright told the young boy, "In the next few days, I will schedule another meeting with your parents. Since they are gone, I will ask you to return to class." Ferg obeyed resignedly, before leaving he bitterly said goodbye to all of them. The only ones who did not utter a word were the Bennets and the Bishops. Riley and Theo feared rebuke and punishment for doing nothing during that "clash of titans." His changes of expression, movements dictated by nervousness, and the few times he interrupted and then apologized were a symptom of an anger that was about to overflow. Indeed, it was. "I can't not let it go, the behavior of Ms. Bishop and Mr. Bennet," thundered Principal Bright. "You should have called a teacher, not just stood there like two stooges! Anyone who does not intervene is an accomplice!" Theo gritted his teeth. His brain was searching for an answer to that aberrant sentence, but would it do any good? He jumped down from his chair to protest, but his father shooed it away from his head by pulling the hood of his sweatshirt. He returned to his seat coughing. The principal didn't say a word, just gave his boyish father a scowl to scold him. "Why do we have to be punished?" growled Riley in a low voice. "It was Katrine who hurt Luz and Ferg!" "What did you say, Ms. Bishop?" asked the principal offendedly. She refused to repeat. Her mother pressed her in a firm tone. "Why do we have to be punished?" she repeated with tears in her eyes. "Those bullies have been putting us through hell for months! You stupid adults haven't even lifted a finger!" "Riley!" her father called her back in an altered voice. Gerald Bright raised his hand, a gesture that could have meant many things including "never mind, let the kids blow off steam." Although the epithet "stupid adults" bothered him no small amount. The little girl pulled up her nose three times before someone offered her a handkerchief. She received two, one from Luz and one from Theo, who accepted without protest. The principal rose from his desk with an imperious and solemn manner. "I admit that the issue of bullies was... well... already known. None of our faculty had a clear idea of how to handle such a situation. For this reason, I must offer my sincere apologies. If you want to make your children change schools, I will not object because it is not my job to make you stay. It is theirs." He took a weary breath. The faces of those involved met for a moment before the man resumed speaking. Change schools? Now? A few weeks before Christmas? That's crazy! "Bullies will be punished with immediate effect," he began again, softening his tone of voice. "As for you two, you will be suspended for a week." Theo raised his hand, the man granted him the floor. "Mr. Bright, why? We have done nothing wrong." "I said that just now." Theo continued doubtfully, masking his indignation. "Then you should also punish the students in room A-3!" "Why should I?" Riley intervened; that performance had reached the height of ridiculousness. She stood up and stabbed the principal with her gaze. "You just don't understand anything! Theo and I are being punished because we didn't call a teacher, while the others who didn't do anything are not!" Her father put his hands on her shoulders and guided her to her seat. "That's enough, young lady! Apologize to the principal right now!" She refused, pouting. Such a gesture sent her parents into a rage. Luz stood up. "Riley is right, you don't understand anything!" Her mother scolded her in Spanish, ordered her to apologize and return to her seat, but Luz answered her in kind in the same way. Theo also recoiled at her words. "What kind of principal are you? You are just like our teachers, the victims get punished and the perpetrators don't!" Mr. and Mrs. Bennet argued with their son accordingly, as Mr. and Mrs. Bishop and Mr. and Mrs. Mendoza had done with their child. A fuss of mixed and excited voices arose. Gerald Bright had lost control of the situation and it was all due to the whim of... Riley Bishop. "That annoying girl!" he told to himself. He ranted as he had never done in his long career as dean. "Quiet!" Everyone stopped. The principal cleared his throat, again, and began to speak confidently. "All three of you are right in saying that I should also punish that class, but for reasons I won't go into, I won't. By pointing it out in this offensive way, however, you have shown me that you do not know how to show respect toward me, so your punishment is legitimate and justified," the bald man ruled. Luz raised her hand. "If they are suspended, I would like Ferg and I to be treated the same way." All the adults were surprised. Riley and Theo, however, smiled at her. "Why would you want that, Ms. Mendoza?" the principal asked. "For reasons I won't explain, I just want it," replied Luz saccharine. Gerald Bright went ballistic. "All right, if that's what you want I'll accommodate you! One week's suspension for the four of you and I expect a sincere and heartfelt letter of apology from you that you will read to me the following Monday. Do I make myself clear?!" The three sixth-graders nodded. "So be it," concluded the frustrated principal, "you are free to go. Have a good day, everyone."

I have one of each. The protective briefs and the snap on are about the same and I've found they hold about 15oz before they start to leak when using the pads that they come with. When I'm wearing diapers my typical release is 10 to 12 oz, so I need to change right away. Adding another soaker pad would help. The lounge briefs hold more like 12 oz but could benefit from added soakers. Overall, I found the design with the leak guards and stay dry lining worked well and it was very much like using a good disposable. One problem I had was the water proof part has fabric on the inside that also gets wet which means you can't hang it up to dry and use it again later in the day.