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Richard Jford was a manager at a warehouse for construction supplies and tools, and he had a nice woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his days with, but for one reason or another, one the doctors really couldn't find an answer to, they just had a hard time getting pregnant, and so it was, about two years previous, that they brought home their first child from the foster system. It had been a long road, and they had to be patient with her while she learned their new rules, which honestly, they found it strange at times that the rules she thought were rules, were somehow easier for her to follow than ones that made more sense. Samantha has mostly stopped wetting herself in the daytime, but even that had taken nearly a year for her to realize that it was unnecessary, and she was still wetting herself up until just a few days ago on purpose while she waited for people to open her bedroom door in the mornings. There was no evidence that she had completely stopped yet, but at least, she had not done so in the last couple of days. Richard climbed out of bed and after kissing his wife, he made his way towards the bathroom to get ready to take a shower on this July 13th Monday morning. Samantha was resting her eyes in her room, her pajamas with a small diaper and a pad inside for extra protection felt dry this morning. She looked out the window at the rising sun, and she sighed. She had no idea that they the family was going to be driving to the next town over about an hour and a half away to pick up a new family member. She could still hear the old Voices of the Myers in her head at times. She could hear the whipping sounds of the Snyders' wire hangers, and she could hear the echoing shame of her past calling her a thief. She opened her eyes and looked towards the door, but it was still closed. "You know you are not to touch that diaper, and no one takes it off you but me," the lady's face lingered in her mind for a moment or two. Richard had not wanted to get Samantha thinking she was getting a sister before they went to the town over and it was declared certain that they would get the girl. There had been a few times, when they were getting their first one, that mistakes were made, papers were forgotten, or someone forgot to check something, so that it took more than a dozen trips to get their first child. Samantha didn't come to them without baggage, but if you asked Richard today, if he thought Samantha was worth it, he'd tell you that no child is perfect, and that he is glad for having Samantha every day. However, he doesn't truly see what happens at home sometimes when he is at work, and poor Katherine has to deal with her alone, especially when it comes to school problems. Samantha looked over at her bedroom door, wondering when they would get her up. was she allowed to leave the room? She thought maybe it was okay, but her legs shook when she stood up. If she were wrong.... The eleven (going to be twleve year old on the 24th) girl had caramel dark blond hair that hung around her head in long uneven strings that reached just past her shoulders. There had been a dare, that Samantha took readily, when one of the prissy girls at her gymnastics class that Saturday before had dared her to cut a couple of clumps of hair, so she was taken to the beauty Salon the day before, on Sunday, and they fixed it up. It could have been worse, for sure, for she had not cut anything high up on her head. This allowed them to just trim her hair close to the length of her shoulders. Though Samantha was brainwashed into all kinds of strange rules and procedures in her past to avoid getting into trouble, she still seemed to find other ways to get into trouble. Richard nearly laughed at the idea that this little preteen would stare blankly into a door blocking her from leaving a room she was told to sit in, and yet, she would readily do something like cut parts of her hair or she would even pull the fire alarm, like she did nearly a year and a half ago at school. That child was something else. Samantha looked at the still closed door, willing it to open, but it didn't, and so, with a great heavy sigh, she spread her legs and started to pee into her diaper that was on under her purple nightshirt with three playful kittens tumbling over each other. The logo on the shirt in the center read: "Go Wild!" in vibrant Orange! It was only about six thirty by this time, and it being summer, there was likely no reason for anyone to have checked on her before this....