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Chapter 1 I woke with a start. It was only 3.12am according to the bedside alarm clock but I was awake none the less, the ache in my bladder had stirred me from a deep dream in which I was holing out on the 18th green for the US Masters golf tournament. Now instead of winning a big sports title I had a major need to urinate. I moved the hand that lay across my chest in readiness to visit the bathroom and relieve myself, but before I could swing my legs off the bed the crinkling sound coming from beneath the duvet bought me back to my senses. The feeling of comfortable padding around my genitals hit me, of course, I was wearing a thick disposable nappy, how could I have forgotten? As I lay there looking around our room at the various bottles and pacifiers on table tops I knew it would nt be long before I was wetting yet another nappy, soaking it with the waste liquid that I produced from suckling from one of the bottles I had been given earlier, flooding a garment that I had once thought only babies wore and I thought how on earth did it come to this? I looked to my left, at the owner of the hand that had previously been draped across me. “Ah, Karen, my beautiful Karen” I whispered to myself as my mind wandered back to a time six months previous “the things you’ve made me do!” I’d first heard of Karen Terry in 2008, she was the Mother of a class mate of my 8 year old son and already dividing opinions of parents at the school gates. My then wife had told me of the easy way she made ‘enemies’ of the other pupils parents with her over protective nature towards her only Son. How she would scold other children who had dared mess about with her precious boy and how she told the scolded pupils parents of how precious her baby boy was compared to their own offspring. She was single, it was said that her baby father had run off when their son had developed health problems aged just two, and by all accounts Karen had devoted the six years since to caring for her “little Georgie”. She alone had nursed him through the first sign of health difficulties and the subsequent kidney transplant he eventually needed and she alone had spent every moment after that she could caring for her ‘baby boy’. Some of the other Mothers had said that she went overboard with the protection she demanded others gave her Son, that the successful operation six years previous had meant that her George was a normal 8 year old child, there were even suggestions that Karen had Munchausen by proxy, that she was exaggerating the boys health problems to get attention but despite all that and the growing animosity aimed towards Karen she was steadfast with her Motherly protection. I had all these tales in the back of my mind the day I first actually met Karen that summer. I had volunteered to help out on a day trip my Son’s school class was taking to a local nature reserve, looking after a group of 8 year olds for the day held no fear for me and it had giving me something to do on a very rare day off from work. There were numerous groups on the trip and I spent the morning concentrating on helping the teacher I was assigned to deal and educate the 12 children in our care. Lunchtime we sat and ate the packed lunch that we had bought with us, I watched as other groups of children arrived to the eating area in the hope of spotting my Son (I had nt been allowed to join his group for the day as they had already had a parent volunteer) and it was nt long before I caught his smiling face wandering through the trees. My eyes followed his group as they made their way down the dusty hill and I was drawn to a dark haired woman who held the hand of a rather tubby boy in the class. She was stunning, she had dark shoulder length hair, a golden tan and you could clearly see that under her tight summer clothing she had a body that would rival any Playmate. As the group came closer I could see that she had the darkest eyes I had ever seen and a natural hard pout that I’ve always found sexy, I had nt even realised I was staring at this beauty until my Son walked in front of me and broke my eye line. My Son and I ate together and then took the opportunity to have a kick around with a football during the hour lunch break afforded us, although even whilst I ran about with a number of children all playing football I took every opportunity I could to look in the direction of the beauty sitting alone with the tubby boy. Just before the groups were gathered to continue the afternoon nature lesson I kissed my son goodbye and asked him who the adult was that was helping out in his group? He replied “oh, that’s George’s Mum, I think her name is Karen” That’s Karen Terry I thought to myself, I’d remembered all the horrible tales I’d been told of her antics but nowhere in those stories relayed to me by my wife was the mention that Karen was an absolute stunner. I never saw my Son’s group or the lovely Karen for the rest of the trip and at the end of the day I met my Son when he returned to his classroom to take him home. Work commitments always meant that I’d never got the opportunity to collect my Son from school and it was years until I clapped eyes on Karen Terry again.

Dan and Julie are a young married couple who absolutely love each other. Dan