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    Simon's Family.

    The following morning I awoke to find the bed empty beside me, and only the palest residual warmth where Simon had once been. I looked for him, he wasn't in the bathroom, and there was no sign of him downstairs. In a panic I looked outside and his car was gone. All my fears welled up inside me; he'd been revolted by all the talk of weak bladders and Pembroke Rules and he'd crept away in the night and left me. I sat on the side of the bed and began to cry. I don't know how long I sat there, but eventually Clare came and tried to comfort me, but when she failed she went to fetch Mum and Juliet. I blurted out my worries and Juliet started to talk to me in a calm voice, and told me that Simon had mentioned that he was nearly out of petrol and had gone to refill the car before today's journey. He hadn't woken me because he said I looked so beautiful sleeping there, and he didn't want to disturb me. Unfortunately I was too far-gone to believe it. The spectre of Simon finding out about our family problem had been haunting me for ages, and was too deeply into my mind to be erased by a few well-meant words. It had played on my other insecurities about Cambridge, Darren, Mum, and above all my very informal relationship with Simon, and had now overwhelmed me, and the presence of these most trusted friends only allowed the sluice gates to open further.

    I must have been making a right blubbering fool of myself when Holly walked in wearing only a blouse and a nappy. That was all I needed, and it was some seconds before I saw, through my tear-filled eyes, Simon's familiar shape behind her, his face filled with concern. I reached out my arms and he picked me up from between Juliet and Mum, held me close in his arms and rocked me like a baby. Juliet came up with a phoney explanation of my grief, something about a pet hamster having died. How she thought of it so quickly was a complete mystery, but it did the job, and I gradually snuffled my way back to normality. Simon's arms were exactly what I wanted, exactly where I wanted to be, and nowhere else. I made a dreadful mess of his shirt, but he kept on holding me until it was all cold and wet. I kept on holding him and wouldn't let go.

    I had managed to straighten myself out by the time came to leave, and the only damage visible was some reddening of my eyes. Simon had been wonderfully patient, and had apologised for going off without telling me. We left just behind Peter and Juliet, and the sight of Holly's bulging rear as she climbed into the car was no longer worrying to me; it had actually been Simon who taped her nappy on this morning, so I had no further doubts about whether he accepted our problem. Viola turned out to see us off, wearing the jeans Amelia had given her, and I could see that Percy had relented on his decision about her wearing protection; the jeans were very svelte and tight-fitting and there was no way she could have been wearing a nappy underneath them. We exchanged smiles - we both knew there had been a victory for common sense. Juliet had told me there was now a challenge on between Viola and Holly as to which could get dry first. Odds were being quoted, and bets laid. Currently Viola was the favourite, even with Juliet, partly on the grounds of age but also on the fact that she had obviously just discovered what boys were for, which Juliet felt was the clincher. Even little Alice had demanded to be let in on the race, and it was felt she should at least have the chance, even though she was only seven. This rang falsely with me - I had managed it at eight - and Alice had all the characteristics of a dark horse to me; she was just the type to slip through on the inside on the last furlong. Out of fairness I placed my bet on her, even though I was the only one to do so.

    I said goodbye to my parents, who were staying on a little longer. Gran had suggested the relationship between William and Viola be allowed to flourish, as it would do the world of good for Viola to feel that she was not a freak and could be wanted, even if she did still have to wear nappies from time to time. I took a long look at the pair of them as they stood by the door. Gran was right. They had grown up enormously over the last couple of days, and the improvement was obvious. I also saw the point of Gran's remark about nappies having other uses; they certainly deterred too much exploration in that department, although I thought a tight pair of jeans was probably even better. However, knowing William I doubted if even an armour-plated chastity belt would be sufficient.

    The roads were still bad and I stayed fairly quiet while Simon negotiated the holiday traffic, but at Aynho we got stuck in a hold-up due to an accident on the icy slope and there was a chance to talk. By now I was fully recovered, and could see how silly I'd been. I apologised to Simon, and asked him how he had discovered our secret. He laughed it off, and said that Peter had briefed him about it months ago. If anything this made me feel even sillier. I asked him if he realised what it meant, and how any daughter we might have would probably suffer from it. I was so relieved about it that I said this before I even thought about it, but Simon had already spoken about us having children and he had said they would be sons. I asked him why he was so confident about this. He delayed answering for a minute and then said his family had a secret as well. It went back for generations. One of his forbears had been very harsh when throwing some gypsies off his land, even though one of the women was in labour. An old gipsy hag had rounded on him and cursed him, saying that his family would never again know a daughter's love, and the curse had stuck. For generations the French family had only borne sons, and his own family had had four of them in a row. The main effect had been that where the family were once great landowners, their holding had been splintered into many smaller farms, and so the younger sons had been obliged to go into the church or the military. Now Simon's elder brother was destined to continue on the farm, and so Simon had chosen a naval career. He had been very frightened of telling me in case it put me off. I told him I felt quite relieved; it seemed a minor problem compared with our curse.

    Simon asked me if I had any idea where our own curse came from. I matched it with a story that I had once heard from Gran, and she said she heard it from her own grandmother. Her side of the family had been sea-captains for many generations, and at least one had been involved in the Africa Trade - that sweet-sounding euphemism for the slave trade - and had made the family fortune there. She said a witch-doctor amongst the slaves had cursed him saying that while his ships leaked, so would his daughters. Simon was hugely amused and said that perhaps we should set the witches one against the other. I thought it must have been the strangest marriage proposal ever made, and said so. Simon said nothing for a few long seconds and then looked me in the eye and said "And why not?"

    It was my turn to chew that one over. I simply replied: "Cambridge."

    "It's only three years. I'll wait for you!"

    "Will you?"

    "Of course. If you'll have me."

    Crunch time! I hesitated. More for effect than because I needed time to think; I could think very quickly indeed when I needed to.

    "I'll have you. If you'll wait."

    Simon pulled the handbrake on, undid his seatbelt, leaned over, and kissed me. Just then the traffic in front of us began to clear, the traffic behind began to hoot and so the both of us, close together, moved on.

    We reached Simon's family farm near Evesham just before lunchtime, having run a little late because of the traffic-jam and the road conditions. It was a large Georgian house with a range of other farm buildings, and as always with a farmhouse, we went in the back way. There was a long passageway leading from the yard to the back door, smelling sweetly from the stone-flagged floor. Just inside was a huge kitchen, with hooks hanging from the ceiling that must once have held sides of bacon, and an enormous Aga cooker capped with a cluster of steaming saucepans. In front of it was a thin worried-looking auburn-haired woman in an apron; Simon's mother. When Simon introduced us, she wiped her hands on the apron before she shook my hand, and I could feel that she was just as nervous as I was. I could see that she was involved in a massive catering exercise, and offered to help, but she declined my offer and insisted that we go ahead into the lounge to meet the rest of the family. I took a deep breath, and my courage in both hands, and entered the room. I hardly needed any introductions. Simon's father, big, square rigged, standing by the great fireplace, his elder brother Ian, ditto, both with huge firm handshakes. His younger brother Robert, pale and delicate by comparison, who was at college studying art, and his youngest brother Stephen, short, round in body and face, bespectacled and halting in speech. This was the child with Down's Syndrome, and it showed plainly. I was greeted with much warmth, although I also had the impression I was being sized up as though I was some kind of farm animal. I seemed to pass this appraisal, especially from poor Stephen who stood there mouth agape until Robert drew him aside.

    I really felt guilty about Simon's poor mum cooking for all this lot, and there was no other woman in the house, so I made an excuse and went back to the kitchen to see if Sheila really needed any help. Having broken the ice, she was very grateful assistance, and we talked while we dished up the meal. She was delighted to have some female company in this all-male household, and I asked her about their family curse. She confirmed it - they always had sons. She had tried four times until Stephen came along, and then she said that was enough. She told me that the risks of Down's Syndrome increased with the age of the mother, and putting down the oven-cloth for a moment, looked me in the eye, and said "Whatever you do, Vickie, don't leave it too late - or try too hard!" and I could see her point. I replied that I didn't mind if we only had sons, then I realised that I had said a mouthful - without having a ring on my finger, I had inadvertently declared the seriousness of our relationship long before I meant to. The conversation we had in the car was still working its way through my mind, and I found I really liked the idea, even though something inside me said I shouldn't: bloody Cambridge again! I felt myself blushing under Sheila's sudden gaze, so I carried on dishing up the meal without further comment.

    In the afternoon Simon showed me round the farm. It seemed enormous to me, field after field with some stretches of woodland, and on the way back we found Simon's dad and Stephen bringing the cows in for milking; even over a holiday, the dairy work went on. Simon took me into an old wooden barn, and showed me where, on one of the great timbers, all the men of the family had carved their initials. Some of them were three hundred years old. He also told me the farm was mentioned in the Doomsday Book and some of the brickwork in the cellars was Roman. There had probably been a farm here for thousands of years, and the French family had a history that was as old as that of my own family, though much less bellicose.

    As the daylight faded we returned to the warmth of the lounge and the roaring fire within and I got to know Simon's family a little better. It soon became apparent that Ian had divorced rancorously from his wife, Robert was really not the marrying kind, and poor Stephen had no hope at all of marriage or children. That explained why the appraisal I'd received was such a practical one; unless Ian remarried it was Simon's job to carry on the family line, and any girl he brought home would be assessed for her child-bearing abilities. I felt very cornered by this, I really didn't like it at all and I felt oppressed by the weight of tradition and the maleness of the establishment. I was quite relieved when Sheila, assisted by Stephen, brought the supper in.

    I was able to relax during the meal, not least because the wine was very good, but also because the family were more relaxed around me. Underneath his brusque exterior, Simon's Dad was gentle and charming, as was Ian, and Robert had a lively wit. I began to realise that Stephen's devotion to me was more dog-like than sexual; he was just so desperately anxious to do the right thing and please me, it was apparent he was completely unused to having a woman around who wasn't his mother.

    Everyone went to go to bed quite early by my standards, and Simon and I were the last to go, putting the guard in front of the fire and turning out the lights. Simon said the early hour was because the cows would need milking again at dawn, and their udders didn't observe any holidays. We were just going into our bedroom when Stephen came out of his room to wish us goodnight. As he retired noticed a band of plastic at the back of his pyjamas, and the distinctive squared-off buttocks, but Simon had already told me all about that. Once inside we were alone together again and Simon took me into his arms and kissed me, long and slow. Then he asked me how it had been. I presumed he meant meeting his family as opposed to being kissed, and replied that they were lovely people and had been so nice to me. Simon relaxed visibly and cuddled me.

    "I'd been so worried!" he said, "I know they can be quite an intense lot, and I know how shy you are; I was terrified they were going to mob you like they did..." and he stopped.

    "Like they did when? Simon"

    "...when I brought Paula home to meet them." Simon, to his credit, had only once ever mentioned his previous girlfriend.

    "What happened?"

    "Everything! Every wretched thing! Ian was just going through his venomous divorce and was like a bear with a sore head, Dad had problems with the cattle, Mum was badly overwrought, Robert had brought his latest boyfriend home - a ghastly scruffy student character, and Stephen kept trying to feel her. She was a spoilt city-bred thing, and had never spent a night in the country, let alone amongst a farming family, and she picked fault in absolutely everything. The following morning she went out to the bathroom and Stephen dashed past with his nappy down to his knees, Mum and Dad had a row, Ian had a hangover, Robert's boyfriend left a used needle in the bathroom, and when we went into the barn, she bumped into a brace of pheasant that Ian had shot and hung there, and probably forgotten about. I explained that you're supposed to hang pheasant for several days to tenderise the meat, but these were maggoty, and my explanation made her vomit. She insisted on being taken home. I was under orders to join my ship, we expected to be away for months as guard ship in the Caribbean, but just before I left she sent me a resounding "Dear John" and that's the last I ever heard from her."

    I started to laugh. "It must have been like a weekend in Hell!"

    "I'd rather have a weekend in Hell!" he replied, "I made my views very clear to my family and they were terribly sorry, but by then the damage had been done. I've been so worried that something similar might happen this time. I wanted to tell you about Stephen, but I could never pluck up the courage to do so."

    "He's alright, really, he can't help it, poor boy. Anyway, I'm a city-bred girl and I would like to be spoilt. And I love your farmhouse. It's even older than Pembroke."

    "At least you can handle Stephen's nappies. Paula was revolted."

    "I wore nappies myself for nearly half my life, like I told you, it sort of runs in the family."

    "Learning about that was actually a great relief; I knew then that you'd understand about Stephen."

    "You could hardly avoid learning about them after last night. They were right under your nose." I suddenly realised that sharing our terrible secrets had not only relieved our worries about them, but it had broken down barriers between us and opened new subjects of conversation. Simon had never mentioned his previous girlfriend before, and his emphatic burial of her had removed one more niggling worry of mine; I no longer feared she might reappear. I had learnt something about relationships from this.

    "That wasn't too bad - they were kids, anyway. A bit old for nappies, but they didn't seem to be shy about them. I just took my cue from the others."

    "That's because the girls accepted you as a member of the family. You seem to have won their confidence very quickly. Holly has been desperate to conceal it from you up until now, but now she accepts you, and the others have followed her lead. Did you realise Viola actually wet her nappy while she was in your lap? You tickled her; she laughed too much and soaked herself. Claire said both Alice and Holly were wet after the tickling session, too; Pembroke Rules did a very good job."

    "No, I didn't notice anything then, I just thought the Rules were rather heavy."

    "I suppose they are - but they kept you dry! Certainly I used to object - at first - but there was another side to it. For years Amelia had to wear them too, so I had her example, and it seemed just part of Christmas. I objected to having them put on, and to wearing them in the daytime, but after a few minutes it was business as usual and I could play as long as I liked. All the rest of the year I would be interrupted and made to go to the toilet every hour or so, but at Christmas I could play with my new toys as much as I liked and I was never scolded if I had an accident; I would be changed in five minutes and allowed back to play. It's a sort of truce in an endless battle for toilet-training. There's no humiliation involved - in some ways it's a privilege; Percy's mistake was to use it as a punishment as instead of a precaution, but he's a Judge, and that's probably the way he thinks."

    "Weren't they terribly uncomfortable?"

    "Not really: bulky, yes, but after a few minutes you didn't notice that, and they formed a nice cushion so you could sit comfortably on the floor, nobody ever remarked on them, and if I wanted to go and not interrupt my game, I knew I could do so and carry on playing. I'd be changed by-and-by."

    "Is that what happened at the Monopoly game yesterday?"

    "Almost certainly. It's a serious thing, Monopoly, and you really can't turn your back on the other children in case they cheat you."

    "Aren't they very uncomfortable when they're wet? I mean babies are always crying because they're wet."

    "Only if they're cold. You can sleep in a wet nappy as long as it's warm. It's better than trying to sleep in a cold wet bed. Mind you, I never wet the bed because I always had a nappy on, but sometimes they leaked."

    "I bet you were glad to get rid of them!"

    "Too right! I wanted to be like the other kids, act my age, and not have that terrible secret at home, but there were some things I missed. I missed being "babied" every evening when Mum or Dad put my nappy on for bed. There was something very intimate about it, and I had them to myself at that time. Sometimes Juliet would do it if she was sitting me, and once or twice Amelia nappied me, too, but I never allowed the sitter to do it. That was just too much!"

    "What was the problem?"

    "They always leaked - not the nappy, the sitter - and word would get out that I had to wear them, and it always got back to me in the school playground. I would get bullied and my life would be pure hell. I didn't have many friends at school - I suppose I'm rather shy as a result. At least I could trust Juliet not to betray me. It's made me very close to her and Amelia."

    "What would you do if Juliet wasn't available?"

    "Oh, Mum would put my nappy on me after teatime and then pot or change me when they came back. I would spend the evening trying to avoid the sitter, but never succeeding. Sometimes they wouldn't believe I was still dry and insist on giving me a nappy check, and if necessary, a change. I felt like I'd been violated."

    "Weren't there ever any good points about nappies?"

    "You know, after I was dry there were even times when I missed them. I felt so warm and safe with a nappy on, I knew nothing could go wrong and I wouldn't be in trouble if I had an accident. It also saved a cold trek to the toilet in the middle of the night. Sometimes in the morning too, I would wake in a nappy that was already wet and would want a pee, so I would just let it go - it's also a good way to warm up a nappy that's cold and wet - and Mum would change me as usual. Two for the price of one!"

    "You mean you would wet your nappy deliberately while you were in bed?" Simon said with amazement.

    "Well, yes - and don't look so shocked!" I had to admit. "If it was choice between lying awake for hours because I wanted to pee but not being able to do so without taking my nappy off and risking Mum's wrath, or staying in the warm bed, having a decent pee, going back to sleep again and just putting up with Mum's muttering, then I would wet deliberately. I expect Stephen sometimes does that too, on the quiet."

    "So Stephen's got a good deal, then?"

    "Looks like it, but I'm sure he'd love to get out of them if he could. It's a stigma, a humiliation, and I'm sure Stephen has as much right to his self-respect as any of us."

    By now we were ready for bed, and Simon turned down the covers, then picked me up and laid me into the bed. I landed with a bit of a crinkle. Simon desperately fumbled at the side of the mattress. "Oh God!" he said, "Mum must have misunderstood me. She's fitted one of Stephen's waterproof mattress covers to the bed!"

    I just grinned at him. Early nights could be useful, sometimes. "It's alright Simon. Your poor mum has tried so hard to make me welcome. I'll promise not to wet the bed as long as you don't either. If you're really worried, I'm sure we can get a nappy from Stephen - and I'll put it on you. Now be a good boy, turn the light out and come here, and I'll show you something else a naughty little girl can do in bed!"

    i live in tenby not far from pembroke

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    hi im glyn im in saundersfoot..46 st8 adult baby.. love terry nappies rubbers bibs dummies and everything babyish..if you are ever down this way ..maybe we can meet up for a drink

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    Tenby is bloody quiet at the moment, would definately be more entertaining if more people wore diapers around!

    hi rubbercatsuit,,tenby is quiet..cant wait for season to start...at least theres 2 of us nappy wearers ready and waiting 4 fun...... message me cheers babyglyn

    Dl .s Ab.s In S.wales .uk

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    Hi all is there any one alive n kicking in s.wales does anyone ever do anything here like meet chat or just exchange fun stories etc here,s hoping Lyn xxxxxxxx

    hi im babyglyn im 44 adult baby living in tenby wales..love terry nappies and rubbers..im st8 and just looking for nappy friends...is that you

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    my name is baby glyn and ive always wanted to be a baby for a lesbian couple in uk..im 44 a virgin and will be a total compliant baby for the right couple..i love terry nappies and disposibles and love everything about being a baby..even in public..so please make my dream come true ladies..thanx babyglyn

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    im not new here but new to chatting was wondering does anyone else like to go out with thier terry nappies on..i love to go to places where i wont be recognised in my nappies and onsie under normal clothes..i was caught once putting on my terry nappy over a disposible at a train station.by a woman .i was sucking my dummy/pacifier as well .there was no doubt she saw my nappies..she just smilled..anybody else had expieriences like this...thanks babyglyn

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