AN HOMAGE TO VINCENT VEGA, SEASON THREE, SCENE 89: THE MOMENT OF TRUTH: LINH

[littlebopeeper]

Warm and fuzzy indeed.  I love Suzie's character, and here she really shines.  

[CDfm]

Great chapter. There’s been so much going on it’s actually been hard to follow. They all do seem to be fitting in very well at least as far as the sex is concerned. I will be looking forward to seeing the next chapter. 

[Babypants]

On 8/26/2025 at 12:33 AM, CDfm said:

Great chapter. There’s been so much going on it’s actually been hard to follow. They all do seem to be fitting in very well at least as far as the sex is concerned.

Thanks for the comment.  Sex is a big concern in a commune, but so is personal responsibility.  Ian cooks, Vickie washes up, Priscilla organizes the kitchen and sets the table, Francine is going to handle diaper changes.  That leaves Rita and Carlie to dust and vacuum, and then there's the laundry and ironing to do.  It's a big operation.  

[Babypants]

On 8/25/2025 at 10:49 PM, littlebopeeper said:

Warm and fuzzy indeed.  I love Suzie's character, and here she really shines. 

Suzie has always been one of my favorite characters, and now she is coming in to her own.  She looms large in the scenes just ahead.

[mushy bottom]

Wonderful scene.  Really happy with how Suzie is coming along.

[Babypants]

On 8/31/2025 at 1:23 PM, mushy bottom said:

Wonderful scene.  Really happy with how Suzie is coming along.

Thanks for the comment, and for all your help when I was hospitalized.  I don't mind admitting that Suzie is going to have a very happy ending in this story.

[littlebopeeper]

21 hours ago, Babypants said:

I don't mind admitting that Suzie is going to have a very happy ending in this story.

I'm guessing that she will have a baby, and either her daughter or granddaughter is a mole at BB's.  It's time for Guilend to pick a character.

[Babypants]

On 9/3/2025 at 10:14 PM, littlebopeeper said:

I'm guessing that she will have a baby, and either her daughter or granddaughter is a mole at BB's.

I'd say that's a pretty good guess.  Ian has spies everywhere.

[littlebopeeper]

On 9/5/2025 at 8:54 PM, Babypants said:

I'd say that's a pretty good guess.  Ian has spies everywhere 

My money is on Becky being Ian's granddaughter.  But could Suzy be his daughter?  She would be in her early forties, which seems about right for the head of security at BB's.

[Babypants]

On 9/7/2025 at 10:40 AM, littlebopeeper said:

My money is on Becky being Ian's granddaughter. 

Don't mind admitting that Becky is Vickie's granddaughter.  Vic's pregnancy is going to be one for the ages.

[Babypants]

On 9/7/2025 at 10:40 AM, littlebopeeper said:

But could Suzy be his daughter?  She would be in her early forties, which seems about right for the head of security at BB's.

Suzy will appear in my story.  But her parentage hopefully will take you by surprise.

[Babypants]

SETTLING IN

“Ian, at your next diaper change, I want you to shower, then I'm going to treat you to a nice, hot, relaxing bath. Then, when Vickie gets back, I want the two of you to take off. Go and do whatever you want, and that includes wolfing down that steak and baked potato you are always going on about. My treat.”

Sarah had her arms wrapped around Ian's waist. She was lightly hugging him, but it was the enormous smile lighting up her face that made him wonder what was up. She was normally so serious, weighed down by the responsibilities that went with being the head of their oddball household.

“Sounds good,” he offered in return, “but what did I do to earn this?”

“Are you kidding? Last night, you sat Vickie free, and you literally gave that girl her life back, conveniently choosing to overlook the fact that she had publicly trashed you just two nights earlier. You do so much good work that you deserve the occasional treat.”

“Does this mean that I won't be cooking tonight?”

“It does. We'll make do with the leftovers from last night's feast. I want the two of you to have fun, and become better acquainted in the process. Just get back around eight-thirty at the latest. Remember, Vic will be sharing your crib tonight, and Vic's a maneater. That's why you get tomorrow night off. I want you to be tired but relaxed when we summon the Princess, and hand her over to Carlie. We want to do this when you are just falling asleep; we're hoping that the Princess will be more alert if we don't wait until Tuesday morning.”

“Sounds good to me. Just make sure that Carlie asks all the questions that I wrote down, and that you record the answers.”

“That's why were using room eleven again. We'll have voice and video to review at our leisure. Sorry about the restraints, but we do have to stick to ward protocols.”

“Not a problem. There's a part of me that actually enjoys being tied down. The feeling of helplessness is very different from what I get when you treat me like a baby-- different and far more realistic.”

“I'll keep that in mind when it's my night in the rotation,” Sarah laughed, “and I rather suspect that Francie has similar plans for both you and Prissy.”

“Prissy?”

“I know, I know. But she makes such an adorable baby, and Prissy sounds so childish. I'm afraid it's going to stick, whether she likes it or not.”

“She'll get used to it.”

“Will she hear worse at Quantico?”

“A lot worse. They tear you down before they build you up.”

“Then we'll sell this as anger management, prepping her for what's coming her way in the near future.”

“Works for me. Is there a baby dress in my future?”

“Tomorrow night. We want to make the Princess comfortable when she takes over.”

“Works for me.”

. . . .

“Making some new friends, Herb?” Julia had led Priscilla, Suzie and Vickie into the dining room, where to their collective surprise they found Herb eating breakfast at a table with Cindy, Melanie, Kimberly and Bernice.

The house mom looked up when she noticed Tippi, Joyce and Babs lingering in the background. “Do you need your diapers changed,” she asked.

“We can wait,” Tippi said. “Joyce and I are wet, but that's it. So go ahead and enjoy breakfast. Ours was fantastic!”

“What did you have?”

“We started with breast milk biscuits, and then moved on to breast milk pancakes. Talk about good eating!”

“I'll ask Ian for the recipe, and then pass it on to Cook. She always likes to try new dishes.”

“Mom, Suzie needs to get back to the house, and I need to go with her.” Vickie was pleading for understanding. “We have something really serious to discuss. Can you hold off going to the mall until I get back?”

“Certainly. And I agree. The way Suzie literally melts when she's around Ian, the two of you need to sit down and talk this out.”

“Thanks, Mom. Shouldn't be long.”

“Take your time. Your Dad looks to be enjoying himself, and I smell coffee.”

Herb had prepared for this. There were empty chairs at the table, a fresh pot, and waiting cups and saucers. He knew his wife and daughter well.

Julia sat down, and began pouring. “So, how did it go,” she began.

“All things considered, pretty well. No real problems until these three came outside with a couple of frat boys. They wanted to drive to Moby's, although not one of them could walk a straight line. I put an end to that real quick.”

“So I take it this is a post mortem.” Julia made it a statement, not a question.

“Pretty much so,” Herb conceded.

“Cindy, what gives? All three of you, what gives?” Tippi was shocked to learn how stupidly her Sisters had behaved. “All three of you know better than to go for a drive at the tail end of a kegger. How could you possibly have thought this was a good idea?”

"Stan didn't seem drunk,” Cindy said defensively.

“Didn't seem drunk. What do appearances have to do with it. It was a kegger, and he was smashed. End of story.”

“We weren't thinking straight,” Melanie confessed.

“Duh … you weren't thinking at all. What were you trying to do-- get the whole sorority sent back to jail?”

“No harm done,” Kimberly cut in. “Sergeant Canon set us straight, and Stan ordered up a limo. Mister Belmondo got us a table right off the dance floor, We took Wendy, Jannie and Marilyn along, and they had a blast. We all did.”

“How did your party go,” Bernice wondered. Suzie had called, but there hadn't been much to the conversation.

“The meal was fantastic,” Tippi enthused. “Dad's an incredible cook. But he's an even better therapist. He got aunt Vickie to open up about her childhood ...”

“And then he saved my life … I guess the same way he saved this sorority.” Babs was near tears, the words choking out of her. Joyce reached out to squeeze her hand.

“She's our Sister now.” Tippi's tone was emphatic. “She has a tough road ahead of her, and she needs our support. She's one of us now.”

“I'm fine with that,” Bernice replied.

Herb looked at Babs curiously, but he knew better than to raise awkward questions. Julia would tell him everything he needed to know when they were alone.

“How did you sleep,” Julia asked her husband.

“Very well. I didn't have to get up and go pee because I was wearing a diaper. I used it instead. I came maybe half awake, but went right back to sleep when I finished. I can live with this.”

Julia was astonished. “Herb, you don't mind the girls knowing about your diaper?”

“Nope. Bernice was the only person in this house who didn't wear a diaper to bed. I'll get lost in the crowd. When we hit the mall, Julia, aren't you going to buy diapers and vinyl pants for yourself … something about creature comforts on stakeouts? And Pris and Vickie are wearing diapers, so what's to hide?”

“I'm just … well, you've been so reluctant to address the problem even though the urologist told you what to expect. Admitting to it in public ...” Julia could only shake her head.

“Mom, we're doing this as a family, remember? It was your idea; we both do this to make Vic feel more comfortable, and to support Dad. We didn't want him to go it alone.” Priscilla didn't see why her Dad's willingness to take the bull by the horns was such a big deal.

“Are you wearing a diaper right now?”

“Nope, just my plain old briefs. I figured that would be good enough until we get to the mall.”

“And how many cups of coffee have you had so far?”

“Three so far, but the day is young.”

“You were supposed to cut back.”

“No need if I'm going to be wearing my toilet. And tomorrow morning my cup at work is coming out of hiding. I want my life back, Julia, and wearing diapers is a price I'm willing to pay.”

“I'm glad you feel that way, Dear. Go ahead and have another cup because when you finish breakfast, I'm taking you into the guest room and putting you in a diaper right here and now. There will be no more accidents, understand me?”

“Fine. Bernice can show you how it's done. She's a pro.”

“I can teach you, Mom,” Priscilla interrupted. “I've changed Ian lots of times. When you love the guy, it's a warm and wonderful moment, and it can have a very happy ending.”

“Is this how you fell in love … changing his diapers, feeding him his bottles?”

“Cradling him in my arms … yeah, it was all part of it. But I'd like to think that I fell in love because he's always the wonderful person that you saw last night. Every time that I begin to think no one could be this caring and this giving, he goes and proves me wrong. Should Sarah abandon ship for some reason, the group has already decided that I will step up to take her place. I would be honored to marry Ian.”

“He's a fine young man and we would be happy to have him for a son-in-law. As things stand, we're waiting for the two of you to give us a grandchild. Don't take too long!”

“Working on it,” Priscilla grinned. “Wednesday is our night, and I'm going to try and work a few afternoons a week in as well. This shouldn't take long.”

“Way to go, Batgirl,” Cindy clapped. “But let's get your spanking out of the way first. Your contribution to the Scholarship Fund will be appreciated by all, as will the cherry red glow that your rear end will soon acquire.”

“Anything for a good cause,” Pris grinned. “Too bad you weren't with us last night. You missed a spanking extravaganza, and Babs and I were the ones who earned the punishment spankings. Francine had me bawling; right, Joyce?”

“Oh, yes. Tip and I really enjoyed the show. And I'm looking forward to the 'diaper your favorite nurse' auction in the hospital cafeteria Tuesday afternoon. Aunt Rita and Aunt Sarah will be on the block. Cindy, you should know that Suzie Marshall and your Mom will be coming to learn how a slave auction is carried out. It should be a lot of fun.”

“I'll be there, with Mom's checkbook in hand. I want to play.”

“Could get expensive. Every woman working in the hospital will be able to participate.”

“The more the merrier. So, I'm guessing that Miss Marshall is going to hold our auction at PISS.”

“That seems to be the plan. All things considered, the bidding should be spirited.”

“Then we'll have to pool our money rather than compete among ourselves.”

“You should support Joyce,” Babs interjected. “Her spankings really sting.”

“Hey, I'm no slouch,” Tippi protested. “I want in on the action.”

“I'll talk to Suzie,” Bernice cut in. “Instead of having an individual winner, we should have a sorority come out on top. Every girl in the winning house gets to land a blow or two.”

“I like it,” Cindy said. “And that way, we'll find out who gives the best spankings in the house. My money's on Joyce.”

“We have to win this thing first,” Kimberly sanely pointed out. “That's not going to be easy.”

“We're up to the challenge,” Cindy hooted. “ZAP will prevail.”

. . . .

“Okay, Suz, out with it. Your feelings for Ian were obvious long before you kissed him in front of all of us. What was that all about?”

“Vickie, I had to know if Ian has any feelings for me. Sarah told me that he doesn't understand why he hasn't fallen in love with me, and Priscilla says that I need to give it more time, that it's going to happen. But I don't have a lot more time. I love Ian, and I'm agonizing about asking him to give me a baby. That hour glass is about to expire.”

“Tell me about it. I want to have a baby so bad it hurts. The test results were positive. So we're gonna try starting tonight. I'd suggest that you take the test before you decide one way or the other.”

“So, you're good with this?”

"Are you kidding? Of course I'm good with it. You're my best friend from our sorority days, and I want you to be happy. And can you imagine it? The two of us walking across campus in our third trimester, or maybe up and down the Row. What a sight we'd make!”

“You're right! We'd probably get a feature photo in the campus newspaper.”

“Now, how did Ian respond to the kiss?”

“He didn't pull away, but he didn't kiss me back. Afterwards, he made it very clear that I needed to talk to you. He loves you, Vic, and he wouldn't do anything to hurt you.”

“Well, I'm all for it, and I'll tell him so, but there are ground rules in our house, Suz, one of them being that Ian can only make love in his crib. It may sound silly, but Sarah's reasoning is solid: neutral ground open to all five of us will help keep a lid on sexual jealousy. Maybe the rules will change when we get a bigger property, but for now there are only two beds in the house. I don't have one, and neither do Pris or Francie.”

“I can live with that. After all, making love in a crib will be a novel experience. The real problem is having a baby; the Board might refuse to let me raise my child in the house, especially since there would be an armed security detail following us everywhere. Sarah says that we'll work something out, but I won't be separated from my child. It sounds like I would have to give up the house.”

“Oh, ye of little faith,” Vickie laughed as she threw her arms around her friend and hugged her tight. “Don't sell Ian short. He knows people, and some of those people have a lot of clout. You've talked to Elaine; you better believe that she would talk to your board and set them straight. Donnie and Elaine would do anything for Ian; he's godfather to two of their girls, and they've asked him to finish raising the girls if anything should happen to the two of them. So, don't worry. If you want to stay in the house and raise your baby here, they'll make it happen. Roughly translated, the ball's in your court, girl; go talk to Ian. Ultimately, it's his decision. You could drop by during his office hours, but maybe inviting him for a cup of coffee in the Business School cafeteria after his morning class would work better.”

“You're right. I'll talk to Ian tomorrow morning, and if he's receptive, I'll take the test. We're the same age, so I'm hoping that I've still got a few eggs left in my basket too.”

“Come over to the hospital. Rita will figure out a way to put the test on our tab, and your privacy is guaranteed.”

“Vic, you're a wonder! I'm so glad that you've come back into our lives. The Canons seem like really good people, so the adoption is going to give you the loving family that you've always deserved. I couldn't be more happy for you.”

“Thanks, Suz. And you're right: it's good to be home.”

. . . .

“I remember you, Dear. How are your new diapers working out?”

Mary Dearing remembered Vickie well. You didn't tend to forget when you sold six breast pumps in a single transaction.

“They're very comfortable, and I love the pink vinyl pants! Do you have blue? My Mom and Dad are both here to shop, and my sister too. She already has some, but she needs more.”

“Oh, I think we can take care of all of you. Who wants to go first?”

“Me.” Herb spoke up before anyone else could get a word in. “The quicker we start, the quicker we finish.”

“Dad's wearing a Lullaby diaper,” Priscilla helpfully pointed out.

“Well, let's get all three of you into the stock room. As you perhaps know, I need to take your measurements in order to get the size right. So, each of you will have to strip down to your under garments. I'll give you a minute while I close up the shop.”

“Is this really necessary,” Herb asked as he removed his winter coat. He decided to lower his trousers and raise his shirt, but leave his undershirt tucked in. He was being fitted for a diaper, not a new suit!

Missus Dearing returned with tape measure in hand and got to work. Herb was surprised that she measured his hips as well as his waist. This was a more complicated business than he had expected.

“Be right back,” she said as she dashed out to locate diapers and blue vinyl pants in the right size. Herb would require an XL pant, and she chose an extra large diaper as well as a booster pad. If he needed one, the overlarge diaper would accommodate it.

“Right,” she said when she returned, I'd like him to try these on, so someone will have to remove his shoes, pants, and diaper. Here is a pair of underwear that he can put on first. I'll leave it to you three ladies to sort out who does the honors. Call me when he's ready.”

“My call to arms,” Julia snorted as Herb kicked off his shoes. “If you're going to drink coffee by the gallon, a booster pad will come in handy.”

Herb climbed up on the table, and Julia efficiently removed his baby pants and unpinned his diaper. “Dry,” she pronounced as she got to work.

In less than a minute, Herb was back on his feet and walking around the room. The diaper felt strange, but even with the booster pad it wasn't as bulky as the one he had slept in at the sorority.

“A good fit,” Missus Dearing pronounced as she reentered the room. “I recommend that you start with thirty-six diapers, a dozen booster pads, and six of the panties. Are you going to wear what you have on?”

“Yes,” Julia replied, “including the booster pad.” She wasn't about to let her husband make this decision for himself.

“Keep the underpants as a parting gift,” Missus Dearing said. “Now, who's next?”

“Pris and I are the same size, but she'll need six pink panties and two of the ruffled ones .”

“They'll look darling on her. Come, let's look up your order. Then it will be your mom's turn.”

While they were gone, Herb redressed and Julia undressed. When she was finished, she was wearing only her panties and bra.

“Excellent,” Missus Dearing said, but she already knew Julia's size. She had what people in Missus Dearing's trade called a 'matronly' figure.

“This won't take a minute, Dear,” she said as she hustled out the door. “Lie down on the changing table. Do you want me to diaper you, or one of your daughters?”

“Pris can do it,” Julia decided. She had had a lot of practice in the last week and could be relied on to get it right.

Priscilla got to it, and in a matter of moments Julia was up and walking around the room, trying to get the feel for a garment she had not worn since she was a baby. It felt odd, but it was not nearly as uncomfortable as the damned menstrual pad that she had worn four days a month for most of her adult life.

“I need to sit down,” she said to Missus Dearing when she returned. “I'll be wearing this when I'm in the car on a stakeout.”

“Why don't you put your blouse and skirt on, and go out and sit in your car for a few minutes. It will take me a bit of time to ring up the rest of your order.”

“Thank you,” Julia said. “That's a really good idea.”

“I'll come with you.” Pris wanted to leave Vickie and her Dad alone for a bit. They needed to start cozying up without being drunk.

“Did it take you long to come to terms with this?”

“No, Dad, no time at all. And changing you doesn't have to be a chore for Mom. Play your cards right, and you can turn this into fun time.”

“Well, having your Mom change me is certainly going to get a reaction.”

“Don't let it go to waste,” Vickie laughed. “And when Mom comes in from one of those stakeouts, you do the honors. Never let an opportunity pass you by. Toss in a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a night out at her favorite restaurant, and you can breathe new life into your relationship. It never hurts to get out of the old, tired routine.”

“And I am a very lucky guy. A beautiful wife, and now not one but two beautiful daughters. And all three of you are super smart. Vic, when you think that I could use it, never hesitate to give me your advice. Okay?”

“Okay,” Vic said as she threw her arms around her new Dad and hugged him close.

. . . .

“Well, Carlie, what do you think? In, out, the occasional visit?”

Sarah posed the question, but standing beside her Rita was keenly interested in the answer. Last night had been satisfying for more than one reason.

“I don't think I can give you an answer before I connect with your Princess.”

Equally puzzled, Rita and Sarah simply stared at her.

“My hands are tied. If she's Linh, a kidnap victim, I have to report everything I learn to my department. They may or may not take me seriously. My sense is that none of you want that, so my welcome here may prove short lived.”

“And if your superiors believe you, what will they do with the information?”

“Forward it to the FBI's national data base. If we can pin down the location, the Feds will put together a task force with local law enforcement, and hit them hard.”

Sarah and Rita both laughed. This time it was Carlie who was puzzled.

“Sorry, Carlie, but your report will be flagged in DC, and passed on to Ian's friends in Langley, who will bury it. Ian will figure out how to get the children out, and he will either ask the Soviets or the Mafia to supply the foot soldiers. He's not going to risk a leak by handing this over to our government. This will be what in the trade is apparently called a black op.” Rita had a smug look on her face.

“Ian has that kind of clout?”

“Who do you think sent him on that junket in Afghanistan that he mentioned at the bar Thursday night? Who do you think sends him to Budapest, Timbuktu and God only knows how many other places around the globe. I've looked at his passport, Carlie, and I can't identify a lot of the places he's carried water for the Agency. I've put a stop to it,” Sarah added, “but some very important people are heavily in Ian's debt.”

“I see. So what I learn won't pose a threat to his plans?”

“Not a chance,” Sarah continued. “What you need to think about are Linh's feelings. If the two of you are this close, what is going to happen when we bring her home?”

Carlie did think about it, and she instantly saw what Sarah was driving at.

“She'll become my daughter,” she ventured in a soft voice.

“We'll take in all the children. Langley is already planning for it. But we believe Linh is going to identify with you. So if you want out, now's the time, but your decision won't make you any less welcome in this house.”

“You seem certain that your Princess is Linh,” Carlie replied, trying to sidestep the issue.

“Nothing else makes any sense,” Rita stated. “You're not hallucinating; this is real. This kind of connection between parent and child is not unknown, but that's the only relationship that the textbooks have acknowledged.”

“I can't abandon her … I can't.” Carlie's voice had grown very small. She had developed feelings for this little girl, and she couldn't let go.

“Then it's settled. You'll become a member of our household … a very welcome member.”

Sarah held out her hand, and Carlie shook it. She was in.

“We'll need you to come up to the Psych ward tomorrow night no later than ten-thirty. We're going to try and reach the Princess before midnight, but if we strike out we'll try again in the morning. You should be prepared to stay the night inside our secure ward. You'll miss roll call, but if that causes you any problems, Ian will take care of it.”

Rita had worked with the police department so long that she knew their rituals inside out. Ian would need to make only one phone call to set matters straight.

“I always figured that one day I would meet someone and settle down,” Carlie said as she stared straight at Rita. “This is not exactly how I imagined it, but it's nice to be coming home.”

[Babypants]

The maternity and infant's wear shop in this story is based on one within easy walking distance of my house when I was growing up in LA.  I began buying adult diapers and baby pants there in 1960, when I was 14.  I never found a medical or hospital supply store that carried cloth adult diapers, although several diaper services in southern California had an adult line.  Has anyone else here also shopped at infant's and maternity wear stores for their diaper needs? 

[Babypants]

ANNOUNCEMENT: a twenty-first tranche, consisting of scenes 60-63, is now up and running on the STORIES page of the site.  Once again, comments have been removed to enable readers to enjoy the story without interruption.  The balance of season 2 will follow.

[CDfm]

This was a great chapter. I still get a bit confused about who is doing what but it seems that they know what the cycle is and Ian is going to be busier than a bunny. I am still very interested in finding out about Linh. I really hope that they can connect and get an idea of where the kids are. 
 

Yes I regularly buy diapers at an infants store. I use them as boosters for my cloth diapers at night. 

[Babypants]

16 hours ago, CDfm said:

Yes I regularly buy diapers at an infants store. I use them as boosters for my cloth diapers at night.

Thanks for your answer.  It's hard to believe that none of our readers shop at Babies "R" Us or stores like it.  As you say, regular baby diapers folded lengthwise make great booster pads.  I have been using them for decades.

[Babypants]

On 9/13/2025 at 11:38 PM, CDfm said:

I still get a bit confused about who is doing what but it seems that they know what the cycle is and Ian is going to be busier than a bunny.

It's best to remember that, apart from the diapers, Rita's household mimics the Kerista commune that flourished in San Francisco from 1971 to 1991.  Sex and love are underway, communal parenting will come later.

[littlebopeeper]

On 9/15/2025 at 10:02 PM, Babypants said:

Rita's household mimics the Kerista commune that flourished in San Francisco from 1971 to 1991.

There's a documentary on youtube.   Far Out West: Inside California's Kerista Commune.  Kind of interesting. 

[Babypants]

23 hours ago, littlebopeeper said:

There's a documentary on youtube.   Far Out West: Inside California's Kerista Commune.  Kind of interesting.

Thanks for the comment-- and a great catch.

[littlebopeeper]

On 9/17/2025 at 10:21 PM, Babypants said:

Thanks for the comment-- and a great catch.

Glad to be of help.  I was at university in 1979, and I appreciate all the work that you put into getting the details right.  And watching your characters develop as the story unfolds has been fun.  Sarah has mellowed  big time.

[Babypants]

17 hours ago, littlebopeeper said:

And watching your characters develop as the story unfolds has been fun.  Sarah has mellowed  big time.

I deliberately made Sarah a selfish, unlikable person at the outset, hoping to get the highly negative reaction that showed up in comments.  The plan was to have her heed warnings from Rita and Vickie, and tone it way down.  She has.  Glad you noticed.

[Babypants]

Quickie quiz:  Herb Canon is riding a desk at police headquarters.  Will wearing a diaper to work cause him to be dismissed from the force?

[littlebopeeper]

On 9/20/2025 at 10:08 PM, Babypants said:

Herb Canon is riding a desk at police headquarters.  Will wearing a diaper to work cause him to be dismissed from the force?

Shouldn't be a problem if he's desk bound, but why take a chance?  Keep it to yourself.

[Babypants]

23 hours ago, littlebopeeper said:

Shouldn't be a problem if he's desk bound, but why take a chance?  Keep it to yourself.

Thanks for commenting.  We shall see that Julia is giving Herb the same advice.

[mushy bottom]

Loved this scene, not just Sarah but Carlie too.  Now she has a family.