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For the long holiday weekend, I'm giving away copies of my third in the series, Thin Walls Trilogy: Book 3 - A Home of Their Own to my friends here at DD. Even if you don't like me you can still have a copy as my way of sharing with the folks that helped inspire me to write. It will be free from Saturday through Monday. That is August 31 12:01AM PDT to September 2, 2019 11:59PM PDT. Thin Walls Trilogy: Book 3 - A Home of Their Own

Now that it is released, here's the first chapter to look at: Chapter 1 Maggie had been in and out of foster homes and institutions most of her life. Her parents were killed in an automobile accident when she was not yet three years old. She recently turned 25 in state care and was about to be declared able to rejoin society after several setbacks, including her current stay in a state mental facility. This hospital had been her home for the last seven years. Due to the trauma of losing her parents at such an early age and having no loving family to nurture her, she was never able to successfully potty train. She had spent her entire life in diapers of one sort or another and it had been no end of problems for her when it came to fostering or possible adoption. Maggie didn't have any family when her parents were killed and had four sets of foster parents between the ages of three and nine years old. Despite good intentions, foster parents don't want to deal with an older child that isn't toilet trained on top of her behavioral issues arising from the death of her parents. Maggie never had a fair shake in life. She was unsure what would happen next but she was positive it would be a new and better experience and she would not be locked in her room at nights. Freedom from the barred windows and the endless medications would be worth any awkwardness that she would face from here on out. The doctor visited her on his rounds that day, hopefully, the last day before her discharge to a halfway house. The doctor and Maggie talked about the outside world, how it was different from TV and what Maggie remembered of it from her times with foster parents. He asked about her parents but she barely remembered and only knew what they looked like from a few portraits she had to remember them by. "So, Maggie," Dr Bob asked, "What is the first thing you want to do when you leave here? Go shopping? Eat in a fancy restaurant? Take a bubble bath?" Maggie knew exactly what she wanted to do, "Potty train! I want to get out of diapers and learn to use the toilet like other big girls!" Dr Bob patted her hand, "Now, Maggie, you know that you have tried before and failed. I'm not sure we should discharge you if you are going to have unrealistic expectations." Maggie just smiled, "But now I have a real reason. I'm going OUTSIDE! I will do it. I know I can do it. There's nothing to stop me." "I suspect you can do anything you put your mind to," said the doctor as he finished his paperwork and wished Maggie well. When he left Nurse Alice entered and asked Maggie, “Do you need a change?” Maggie acknowledged that she did with a nod, “Yes, please.” "Do you want to try it on your own?" asked Nurse Alice. "Yes," replied Maggie, "although I won't have to do it for very long. I'm going to start my potty training as soon as I get out and into a real home!" The nurse smiled, thinking to herself that this child was never going to have a dry day her whole life. As a nurse at the hospital for the last four years, she had changed Maggie at least a couple of times a day on every shift she'd ever worked. Maggie had never exhibited any kind of control and Alice suspected that her kegel muscles would never develop to allow her bladder control. She also knew that when Maggie was confined to restraints and medicated due to behavior violations, she would not only wet herself but mess herself as well. As Nurse Alice watched, Maggie removed the diaper and cleaned herself with a wet wipe. This was much better than the times when they had to restrain her to the bed and use locking garments to keep her from ripping her diapers off. Maggie did an adequate job of changing herself but the nurse had to help her snug up the top tapes. The nurse folded the old diaper and dropped it in the garbage pail at the door as she left Maggie's room to continue her rounds. A few hour before lunch an orderly arrived to accompany Maggie to the garden. She liked going outside to the garden. She was allowed to wander around, touch the flowers and generally be on her own. Her two hours were up before she was ready and Maggie was reluctant to leave. The orderly asked more sternly, “Maggie, it is time to go inside. Lunch is being served. You want lunch don't you?” She remained oblivious to the orderlies prodding. She was going to stay and enjoy the garden. After all, she would soon be discharged and the rules didn't apply any more. The orderly called on his radio for help and another man appeared. "Maggie," said the second orderly, "do you want me to call Dr Bob?" "I don't care!" Maggie said defiantly, “I'm leaving tomorrow. Go ahead.” The second orderly made good on his promise and called the doctor. Doctor Bob arrived several minutes later and there was not a smile on his face. He shrugged his shoulders. "Maggie," he shook his head as he spoke, "I'm afraid you simply are not ready to leave. This is evidence that I was premature in my judgment." "NO!" screamed Maggie, "I am LEAVING TOMORROW!" She started pulling the flowers, breaking them off the stem, and throwing them at the doctor. The doctor gave an affirmative nod and the orderlies moved in on Maggie. After a short scuffle they managed to hold her still. The doctor produced a syringe from his pocket with a dose of sedative and administered it into his unruly and uncooperative patient. Maggie could feel her bladder empty as she lost control of her limbs in the fuzziness that the drugs induced. When Maggie regained some of her sense she was still weak and restrained to her bed at the wrist, waist and ankles. She had slobbered all over herself as well as excessively wet her diaper. From the smell she was pretty sure she had also messed. That was rare. She disliked wetting herself but was used to it but messing herself was something she'd managed to avoid if given a chance. Damn the doctor, he had done this to her! She was being treated like big baby and THEY did it to her on purpose, to keep her here. The nurse entered the room with a clipboard in one hand, smiling at Maggie but it didn't last because she wrinkled her nose at the stench the poor girl made. Nurse Alice said, "Well, seems you need a diaper change in the worst way! Will you behave if I release you? Be a good girl?" Maggie wasn't a very big girl and the nurse could easily handle her but if Maggie promised to be good, the nurses all knew she would not be a problem. After all, at five feet and four inches and 115 pounds, a strong breeze was a battle for her. She nodded her obedience and the nurse came over to the foot of the bed. The nurse released her ankles and pulled the sheet back but did not release her wrist or waist. Maggie was not happy about it but decided to wait until she was cleaned up before protesting the treatment. The nurse had a mean streak and would have left Maggie in her own filth all day if she had acted up in the least. Maggie welcomed the fresh diaper and was a perfect patient while being changed. Once that was finished she asked the nurse to release her hands and waist. The nurse declined and Maggie held her temper and sighed. The doctor came in and said, "I've been reviewing your medication, I think we need to make some minor adjustments and you might feel better. So how are you today?" Maggie took a deep breath and said, "Much better, I wasn't myself. I am so embarrassed by my actions yesterday. Can you ever forgive me?" Dr Bob nodded, "Of course, Maggie. If you show signs of improvement, maybe you can leave in a week or two. Won't that be nice?" Maggie smiled and Dr Bob whispered to Nurse Alice. The nurse released all the remaining restraints. What a relief, Maggie thanked him and she decided she must be good to get out of this place. She was sure her life would end if she stayed here. The next five days were uneventful. Maggie stayed out of trouble, ate her meals without incident and changed herself about half the time. She hoped the doctor would let her leave soon. She was ready to be out in the world, to be a part of life instead of warming the bench... and her diapers. One evening, the doctor came to her room and announced, "Would you like to leave tomorrow?" Maggie screamed and finally answered, "Of course! You're serious? You mean it?" Dr Bob and Maggie talked about how she would come in for checkups once a month and would stay on her medication. Maggie was so happy she didn't know what else to say. The doctor hugged her and said he'd see her in the morning when she was ready to be released. The nurse came in and asked if she needed changing. Maggie thought and pressed the front of her diaper. It was wet enough to change. She said, “Yes, I'd like to do it myself.” The nurse watched and clapped. She told Maggie that she had it down perfect, she could teach her no more. Maggie prepared for bed but she could barely sleep from the excitement of her imminent discharge from the hospital.

https://www.lifenews.com/2019/08/23/satanic-temple-rally-will-demand-abortions-of-babies-for-any-reason-up-to-birth/ Well, that was weird. Showed up in a feed.

Actually, you should be able to see now if you have sales or pages read. Look at Reports then select month to date. You won't get paid for 90 days but you'll see the stats. Try this link if you haven't seen beta reports: https://kdpreports.amazon.com/dashboard

My next book is being released on Amazon this Saturday, titled A Normal Life for Maggie I'm not giving this one away yet but here is the blurb: Maggie has had anything but a normal life. Her parents lost at an early age, never potty trained and shuffled from foster home to foster home before finally being consigned to a mental hospital where she was never given the love and nurturing a child needs. We find Maggie, on the verge of leaving the hospital, as she starts her journey to having a normal life. Still in diapers, she will have challenges. Setbacks are to be expected but some seem insurmountable. Will she find happiness? Might she even find love?

I only promote my works here and zity.biz for the most part. I also try to give a book away periodically to reward the readers here for supporting my efforts for the last decade plus. Amazon is probably not the greatest place but it is global and I'm getting sales from most of the English speaking world and a few non-primary English places like Brazil, France, Germany, India, Italy, Japan, Netherlands and Spain. It is amazing to me, a small town smut writer.

What's the worst that can happen? It costs you nothing but your time. I've made a few $100 so far and I've given away about half of my books for free at one time or another to the folks here that want a copy.

Two excellent ideas! I might even combine them. How about a giant diaper box factory with a diaper truck pulling out of it?

I need some ideas. I've got a book I'm finishing up that I'm tentatively naming "The Factory Job" about people that are fed a substance that their bodies convert into a very unique protein and then collected in special diapers. Essentially, their bodies are the factories. I've toyed with the idea of hospital beds with stacks of diapers nearby but I've already done a cover page similar to that. Then I considered an old factory complex but I can't think of a way to get diapers onto the page. Another thought is a lab setting where I can have a shelf full of diapers but not sure it would be interesting or unique enough. Any ideas?

If it is a different thought or a different person is acting, that's a good place to break for a new paragraph. Try for two or three sentences per paragraph and see how it flows.

Depressingly, I was paid $0.62 for that copy. Thanks for the input.

Ah, good way to look at it. Especially since it was a single book. I think I'll turn it off because I didn't make $1 off that sale.

Someone bought a book of mine from an "Expanded Distribution" site. I had recently set all my books to this in May. I'm not sure what that was, an actual bookstore of another online marketplace but it was the first. With that I've sold about 5 paperbacks total since I started in October of 2018. Paperback books aren't nearly as popular nor as profitable as ebooks but then again I'm not in it for the money. This is more of an experiment for me. I wanted to understand the whole dynamic of writing and selling a book on my own. It has made me more aware of what I put down on the page and how it flows in a more confining format like the printed page. Anyone else sell paperbacks with good success?

Amazon replied back with this. If you have issues, please try this: Yes, you can confirm with the readers to check if the updated content is available for them. I'd like to clarify that the updated content can be viewed by them, after they download the updates. We’ve sent an e-mail to customers who own the book to notify them of the update. These customers can download the update through their “Manage Your Content and Devices” page. If you own a copy of your book, you can also download the newer version from this page.

OK, Amazon has confirmed they have pushed the new content to anyone that bought the book and had the wrong content. If you had the wrong book in your copy of "The View from Whitman's Ridge" it should be fixed now. Please let me know if it is not.

It looks like my free book give away was a success! A total of 73 books were claimed. I do not put DRM on my books and you can freely lend them to others within the Kindle system. I hope you enjoy the book!

What is the title? Thin Walls: Book 2 - Waiting in Diapers is the one I'm giving away now.

No problem. Just happy to share with the folks that enjoy them. It looks like 33 have been claimed so far. It runs until midnight tomorrow for anyone still wanting to pick up a copy.

I'm a bit confused. Who was Marilyn? She showed up in the previous chapter but I didn't recognize the name from other chapters.

I'm giving away an Amazon book this weekend, 7/12-14, 2019 for anyone that wants it. This is the US link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07NTTWQ5L (also in my signature) Enjoy! I don't put DRM or limit who you can share it with. The rules are as relaxed as Amazon will let me and still keep it listed.

Stranger and stranger. No reply from Amazon either.

What do you see if you select "Peek Inside" from the book page? I guess I'm going to have to pull it down and start over.

If anyone has purchased this book in the last day, Sunday evening to now, can you report what is the title page inside the book? Thanks

Well, I seem to have screwed up and uploaded the wrong file to Amazon by sending "By Court Order" again. I've corrected it but it takes a day or two for Amazon to update the file and go live on their site. I apologize for my screw up.

My latest book is up on Amazon, The View from Whitman's Ridge. I will be giving a book away next weekend to celebrate this latest book. The second in the Thin Walls Trilogy: Waiting in Diapers. The link to it and all my stories is in the signature at the bottom. Here's a teaser first chapter from the book: Chapter 1 SOLD! That's what it said on the sign Jake Whitman was putting up. It was the property he closed on earlier in the day. It should have been a great day. After all, the six percent commission on a $549,000 home sale should be reason enough to celebrate but Jake was feeling like he was going through the motions, doing what was expected of him. His real estate business, Whitman Realty, was booming. A new factory was moving to town and everything with a roof and an internet connection was selling in days of going on the market. Who could complain in an area where he was making money hand over fist? On top of that, his home on the biggest and best lot on Whitman's Ridge was paid for with plenty of money in the bank to spare. Jake wouldn't need to work another day in his life if he didn't feel like it. He was well respected in the community and gave generously to charity. It was too bad his wife did not live to see their dreams realized. Jake still missed Sue. Even after more than 18 months the hole in his heart ached. He'd been plodding along so far by trying not to think about it but every time he saw her picture on his desk he was reminded of the pain he felt at her loss. It was so sudden he'd not had time to prepare. A cruel twist of fate took away his happiness in the world when everything seemed to be going his way. "Well, you've felt sorry for yourself long enough," Jake said to himself, "time to break out this funk and get on with your life! Sue wouldn't let you mope around like this. Get back to living!" With that little pep talk to himself, Jake climbed into his white Tahoe and drove back to the office. His secretary smiled and handed him a stack of messages as he walked to his desk, closing the frosted glass door behind him. It was days like these that made him wish he could just go home and slip into a nice, comfy diaper for the evening. Gee, he hadn't had a thought like that in a few decades. Sue would have never approved and Jake had hidden it from himself and her for nearly 30 years. Not since college, where he met Sue, had he let his kinky feelings for diapers bubble up into his conscious mind. Jake decided today was going to be different. There was no reason he shouldn't indulge in his long denied, most secret passion. He resolved to leave early that afternoon and stop by the pharmacy store on the way up to his house on the hill. He returned a few calls and finally decided to leave when his stack was cleared of important items. He couldn't concentrate any more on work. Jake's mind was not on real estate any way. His mind was already diapered and his loins soon would be as well. He told Glenda, his secretary, he was tired and leaving for the day. She wished him well and he left with a plan. As his drive home approached closer to the drug store he suddenly became very apprehensive. Here he was, in a big white Chevy SUV, his name and company logo plastered down the side, and he was going to go in and buy himself adult diapers? What was he thinking? A 52 year old man in his right mind wouldn't be doing this, he thought. Jake nearly changed his mind several times but when he arrived at the intersection where he needed to turn, the turn signal was already blinking. He had committed no crime, his life would not suddenly end if anyone found out though his reputation might be tarnished. He had a right to privacy. At least that was the thing he kept telling himself as he exited the big Chevy and walked to the door. He took a deep, relaxing breath and walked inside. As he looked around the aisles, he saw the bright red signs hanging above each aisle noting the products available in each. The store was nearly as empty as the parking lot. It was 2 o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon and there were only a half dozen cars in the parking lot. He figured most of them were likely employees. The aisle he was interested in browsing was in the farthest corner from the door. Jake decided to walk down the toothpaste aisle first. He needed a fresh tube any way. Next he visited the vitamin aisle. His stock of vitamin E was getting low. At the end of the vitamin aisle he turned and walked along the very back of the store, past the pharmacist window and turned straight up to the incontinence aisle. "Darn," Jake said under his breath, seeing the top of someone else's head, browsing in the aisle. The other person turned out to be a rather pretty young lady. From the back she was about medium height, wearing a short, dark skirt and light, sleeveless blouse. Her slightly wavy brown hair just past her shoulders was shiny and silky looking. Her legs were long and tanned. The young lady turned as she heard Jake entered the aisle. She had a pleasant face, green eyes and was holding a bag of size small Attends. She displayed a pleasing smile as she saw him approach and he nervously smiled back. He looked at the sizes, trying to get in and out without any undue interaction. Jake looked over the selection and finally decided he needed mediums. "Excuse me," Jake said as he passed by her to pick up a bag of medium Attends. He couldn't help but notice that the bag of diapers she was holding would probably fit her. He tried not to be obvious with his glance but she didn't appear to be wearing one now, as if he could really tell the difference. Her skirt was not tight fitting but it hung close to her and it didn't appear to be overly padded any where that he could tell. Her waist was actually pretty small. This made her bottom look pleasantly full but not diapered. Her breasts were firm, round and perky. How Jake missed the company of a woman since his beloved Sue was taken from him. "So sorry. Pardon me," she said as she looked up to allow him to pass and added hesitantly, "Aren't you Jacob Whitman?" Feeling a bit flushed at being recognized, he replied with a slight grin, "I think so, that's what it says on my business cards." She smiled and apologized, "I'm sorry, its just that I've seen your picture in the paper and billboards... well, you look so much taller and thinner than your picture." "Those were taken a few years ago," replied Jake with slight smile, “I've lost a bit of weight and they say the camera adds 10 pounds.” He remembered how his wife had gotten him to smile for those pictures. She was killed by a drunk driver only a month after that. He had forgotten where he was and what he had intended, lost in a memory of a happier time. The young lady spoke and he returned to reality of the moment. "Oh, well, I guess I should leave you alone. I better get these home," she said, tapping the package of adult diapers she carried. As she walked away, Jake watched her hips wiggle and her beautiful, brown hair bounce. She was probably only 18 or 19 but she seemed confident and comfortable with herself. He finally stopped looking at her and walked off with a package of mediums for himself. On his way to the front Jake picked up a tube of A&D ointment, baby powder and disposable wipes. That should get him started, at least until he could buy some thick, cloth diapers and plastic pants off the Internet. Those wouldn't be available in any store he knew of. He reached the counter, hoping to see the cute young lady again but she was already gone. He paid the older lady behind the counter with cash and walked out, a bit embarrassed to be carrying the diapers. A bag of medium Attends wouldn't fit in any of the small plastic bags so he had to carry them in the open. In the parking lot, he looked around but did not see anyone. He opened the rear passenger door of his Tahoe and was putting his shopping in the backseat when he heard a voice that startled him. "I am so sorry to bother you again," said the same young lady from the store, "but my car won't start. Would you mind giving me a jump start? I have my own set of cables." Jake looked at her, his frown turning to a smile, and answered, "Sure, young lady, but we have to stop meeting like this." She giggled again. Jake liked that. She seemed relieved that he was going to help her. A gentleman always helps a damsel in distress. "I really appreciate this," she said, "I need a new battery but I don't get paid until Friday. I usually park on a hill but it wasn't enough of a slope to roll-start it." Now it was Jake's turn to laugh as he remembered his early years with a beat up old Dodge truck with two different colored doors. She pointed at her car at the far end of the parking lot. Jake asked her, “You drive a stick?” “Yes, I learned on a manual shift car and always liked them,” she said. "Get in and I'll drive you over there," he said as he opened the passenger door for her. She climbed into the passenger's seat. She glanced back at his shopping as she got in the passenger's seat but didn't linger. Well, now she knew, Jake thought, so he stopped fidgeting and got in and drove over to her car. It was an older silver Toyota Corolla, in good shape but with a slightly worn finish and hazy headlights. "Just pull up here," she said, "I'll get the cables." She jumped out, bounced to the back of her car and opened the trunk. Jake exited his truck and lifted the hood. From his vantage point, he could see her Attends were in the trunk. Her cute little butt was not diapered, either. Maybe the diapers weren't for her. She walked back with the cables and handed him one end of the red and black cables. He let her connect her side first and then secured his cables, attaching the ground to a heavy engine bracket. "Give it a try now," Jake said, as he revved the V8 motor to increase the charge rate. Her car started instantly and he proceeded to undo the cables. He carried them around to the back of her car and she walked back to meet him. With the trunk open, he noticed that she had a load of laundry, the package of Attends and some wipes. She blushed as he stowed the cables in a box containing a few basic tools and auto cleaning supplies. "Thanks, Jacob, I owe you," she started, "Gosh, this thing is a mess. I've got to get some time to catch up and clean it out." "You can call me Jake and who can I say owes me?" Jake asked. "OH, I'm sorry," she said, "My name is Gillian Hammond but my friends call me Jill." "So, Jill, can I call you Jill?” asked Jake. Jill nodded, “Anyone that helps me get my car started is definitely a friend.” Jake pointed at the clothes in the trunk, “I guess you can't get time to wash clothes so you are switching to disposable underwear?" Now she blushed in earnest and half stammered, "Uh, well, I guess its a long story." "OH, I'm only kidding," Jake said, "besides, you already know it takes one to know one. Mine are just a size bigger." Jill giggled again and Jake closed her trunk. He handed her one of his cards and told her that if she ever needed a jump start or a new home to call him. She thanked him and they went their separate ways. Jake wasn't feeling blue any more, his spirits were lifted as he drove the rest of the way home. He smiled all the way up the hill. Soon, he would indulge in his long denied kink and see where that led. After 30 years in dormancy, he wasn't sure what to expect but he was determined to find out.