Broken: Chapter 27 - Outburst

[Eagle0769]

2 hours ago, zzzz50 said:

She was reprimanded to provide cover to the Senior Executive who is protecting John. This provides deterrence for Darlene pursuing any further claim. Unfortunately this is a classic corporate move that I have seen repeatedly over my career although probably not  as dramatically as this story. Usually provides cover for a sexual advance or inappropriate remarks.

I wonder who is protecting this demon? John is still in the building so Avery is still at risk. 

[TheJ]

On 2/20/2024 at 5:43 AM, dmavn said:

aww.. and here I thought they were being considerate of people like me with bad eyesight. I was like COOL I can read this without wearing my glasses.. 

I use the dark theme, so for me reading this was a bit problematic, because of the black font colour being used instead of the default one (which changes from black to grey with the dark theme).

This story flows nicely and is pleasant to read. There just was one glaring continuity problem in this chapter when Darlene slams the door of Julian's office closed twice.

On 2/19/2024 at 10:07 PM, FingerToes said:

She proceeded to tell Avery about everything she'd learned - the new security measures, the CEO's insistence on keeping John employed, and even the accusations against herself that she'd chosen to leave out.

Also, the last part here confuses me. Did Darlene tell Avery about the accusations or not? From Avery's reply it seems she did. Does it mean that she had initially chosen to leave them out, but then told him anyway?

Another thing that caught my attention was Darlene setting out the lotion before even checking Avery's tape job. I love the nonverbal implications of it. It seems like a statement: "I already know you did a sloppy job, young man."

Lastly, Bryan has been Byran from time to time in the story, once in this chapter. Alright, please carry on stirring the plot. I'm ready to eat it right up.

On 2/19/2024 at 10:07 PM, FingerToes said:

This box desired to stay here, and apparently I'm not authoritative enough to make it leave. (And no, I'm not trying to put words into FingerToes' mouth.)

 

Edited February 22 by TheJ
I love the pain that is Invision on mobile device.

[FingerToes]

1 hour ago, TheJ said:

I use the dark theme, so for me reading this was a bit problematic, because of the black font colour being used instead of the default one (which changes from black to grey with the dark theme).

This story flows nicely and is pleasant to read. There just was one glaring continuity problem in this chapter when Darlene slams the door of Julian's office closed twice.

Also, the last part here confuses me. Did Darlene tell Avery about the accusations or not? From Avery's reply it seems she did. Does it mean that she had initially chosen to leave them out, but then told him anyway?

Another thing that caught my attention was Darlene setting out the lotion before even checking Avery's tape job. I love the nonverbal implications of it. It seems like a statement: "I already know you did a sloppy job, young man."

Lastly, Bryan has been Byran from time to time in the story, once in this chapter. Alright, please carry on stirring the plot. I'm ready to eat it right up.

 

I think you are correct on both accounts.  1st, the sentence should have read, "She proceeded to tell Avery about everything she'd learned - the new security measures, the CEO's insistence on keeping John employed, and even the accusations against herself that she'd chosen not to leave out."   The reason I wrote it this way but missed the "not" was that it was a little selfish of her when she knew that Avery was under a lot of stress.  If she wants to take care of and guard Avery, she needs to learn to withhold things like this (at least in my view).  You don't always tell a toddler what is going on in your mind.  You tell them what they need to know and need to hear.

 

Second, I will go back and take it out, slamming the door twice.  Good catch. I had trouble writing this chapter and the one that is to follow because I tried to write in pieces and not a chapter at a time.  This did not go well for me.  Lesson learned on my part.  My normal is to write a chapter free-handed, go back and read it, and correct it.  Then, re-read it, add to it, and repeat.

Finally, I want to scold all of you for not telling me about the bold and how hard it was to read.  Bad readers. Bad.  LOL.  I want to make this a good story that everyone can enjoy and a good reading environment.  I tried to get ride of the bold but couldn't, but thanks to Baby Sophia, I might have a solution.  I will try it next time.

 

[Eagle0769]

Been awhile since you added to this story that I am enjoying.

Hope you are Ok and there is an update soon. 😞

[FingerToes]

Sorry, I have been traveling a lot. In two weeks I have visited four countries for work.  I will get the next chapter out this weekend.     Thank you for being patient. 

[FloridaKid]

51 minutes ago, FingerToes said:

Sorry, I have been traveling a lot.

No worries. Life happens. Take care and post when you can. 🙂

[Eagle0769]

I understand but when I don't see an update on your story. I worry that it will not be updated. 

I'm really enjoying this story because it is one of my fantasies. 

I read your story and get excited because it is something I hope will

happen to me. 🙂

[Poco]

On 3/6/2024 at 10:34 PM, FingerToes said:

Sorry, I have been traveling a lot. In two weeks I have visited four countries for work.  I will get the next chapter out this weekend.     Thank you for being patient. 

will we still be getting the update this weekend?

[FingerToes]

I'm sorry it has taken so long to get this out. I may make a few corrections still, but I wanted everyone to know I have not given up the story. I will not give it up until I finish it.  

03-20-24 Update:  I fixed a lot of errors and improved the flow.

Chapter 25 - Unexpected Addition

Darlene's fingers drummed on the cold surface of her desk, her eyes staring blankly at the wall cluttered with sticky notes and IT reports. She still couldn't stop thinking about the meeting with Julian, which made her feel she was being trapped like an animal, desperately clawing for an escape. She wanted a way to vent this out of her system.  Anger at Julian, Bryan, and Corporate about how they justified John’s response and pinned John's reckless behavior on her. She was only doing her job, trying to keep Avery safe just as she was asked to do.  Their inability to keep their own employee safe from an ill-behaved employee who seems to have a record of issues with other employees somehow is now her fault, and there was nothing they could do but install dam security badges on each floor and entrance/exit.

"Ugh," she muttered under her breath, grabbing her personal iPhone phone and swiping through her contacts. She needed someone to vent to, someone who would understand the pressure she was under and the injustice that was served to her. Laurisa and Ashley, her sisters, were always there for her in times like these. Her thumb hovered over their names before she pressed the call.

The ringtone kept going on and on. "Come on, pick up," Darlene whispered, willing either of them to answer. But one by one, both calls went straight to voicemail. The weight of frustration settled heavily on her chest. "Damn it," she hissed, quickly typing out a text to both of them: 'I need to talk ASAP. Call me when you can. Really need my sisters right now.'  She then proceeded to text her sisters again in desperation.  “I really need one of you.  I am about to lose it at work.”

She sighed, locking her phone and placing it facedown on the desk. Alone with her thoughts, Darlene's mind raced back to the conversation with Julian. They just didn't understand that John was about to hurt Avery. If she let it go on, that is precisely what would have happened. He came up here in a fit of rage and was uncontrollable, yet somehow, she was expected to reign him in with calm and delicate talking. 

Avery had already finished his second cup of coffee and wanted to check on Darlene.  He glanced down at his favorite coffee mug adorned with colorful Legos. Despite its sentimental value, it was covered in dark, crusty stains. Avery knew Darlene would see the mess and tease him. From the thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment. So, he made his way to the communal kitchen, trying to ignore the uncomfortable bulkiness of his diaper underneath his sweatpants. In that moment, he longed for the simplicity of pull-ups, which were much easier to hide and more comfortable beneath clothing. It was a thought he never imagined he would have in his adult life.

When Avery entered the kitchen area, a couple of employees were talking.  Avery put his head down as he passed them by and went to the sink to wash his coffee mug. He could hear them discussing the new security measures. "Nice outfit," a voice jibed, breaking Avery's concentration. He looked down only to realize his shit was only half buttoned and showed his white shirt underneath, which was really his onesie; half his shirt was tucked into his pants, and the other half hanging out the sides of his pants.  His face flushed as he looked up to see two of Darlene’s employees smirking at him. Avery turned away from them and faced the kitchen sink as he buttoned up his shirt as panic surged. Avery forced himself to remain calm. Surely, they didn't know about the diaper. Surely, Darlene hadn’t said anything to them, but Avery still felt exposed, as if they knew his secret. 

It didn’t matter; Avery couldn't help but feel self-conscious as the comment was made, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He hated that he had to wear bulky diapers, and the onesie Darlene had bought for him only made him feel more exposed. Yet, it was necessary to keep his secret hidden. Their comments didn’t help him shake off the constant reminder of his vulnerability. The internal struggle between wanting to hide and needing to accept his new reality waged within him.

 After buttoning up and tucking in his shirt, Avery turned around to face his coworkers. “Thanks," Avery replied tersely. He tried his best to ignore the comment. Then he put the coffee mug in the sink and placed some soap in it. He began washing the outside and inside of the mug, making sure to remove any lingering stains or residue.

While he rinsed his mug, he could hear the coworkers’ mumbling words, but he couldn’t make them out. His heart panicked, and he wanted out of the kitchen as fast as possible. Avery was paranoid because he just knew the coworkers were talking about him. When he finished cleaning his coffee mug, Avery walked over and knocked on the office door before entering. 

"Is everything okay, Darlene?" Avery asked cautiously, opening the door slowly and peering into the office. His eyes were filled with concern, but he kept a respectful distance, sensing her need for space. 

"Fine, Avery," she lied, forcing herself to smile. "Just dealing with some... management issues." She didn't want to burden him with her problems, especially considering the struggles he was already facing in the current environment. She knew all too well about his fragile state and the anxiety that plagued him.

"Alright," he said hesitantly. “Do you mind if I grab another cup of coffee?”  Avery held out his Lego coffee mug. Darlene just nodded and said, “Sure.” Her voice was dry and monotone—not the normal Darlene, and certainly not the one he met prior to this weekend at her house.  

Avery walked over to the Keurig and placed a K-cup in there labeled morning brew.  He then went to the small office fridge and found his normal bottle of creamer labeled “Avery’s Creamer”.  He turned to see if Darlene was watching, but she wasn’t.  She was focused on either her email or her iPhone.  He could feel her anxiety even though she was trying to hide it.  

Afterward, he poured his creamer into the coffee mug, set it on the Keurig, and pressed brew.  Avery watched Darlene from behind.  He wasn’t sure what to say.  He knew this was all his fault, and she was hiding the real reason for her frustration.  For some strange reason, he wanted to sit on her lap and hug her, but he refrained from doing it.  She probably didn’t need a hug and would push him away right now. He was bad at reading people, and this wasn’t a time to try.  Once the coffee was complete, Avery began to retreat back to his work. "If you need anything, though, I'm here." 

"Thank you, Avery," she whispered, grateful for his unwavering support. But right now, what she really needed was her sisters' advice. As Darlene tried to refocus on her work, she couldn't help but feel helpless, trapped within the confines of her own thoughts, the expectations of others, and the injustice she felt.

Avery returned to his office to start working again, aware that he had changed the whole office atmosphere with the incident last Thursday.  He couldn’t get over the feeling that everyone was looking at him, but he didn’t dare look up to see if he was right. 

As he sat down and sipped his coffee.  Avery took a deep breath and tried to block out the distractions around him. It wasn’t long till Avery's fingers danced over the keyboard, the rhythmic tapping a soothing counterpoint to the chaos that had been swirling around him all morning. He finally had let go of the thoughts that the security cards were his fault, even though he could hear the whispers down the hallways and across the cubicles. He was able to immerse himself in his research on cell walls, seeking to understand better their structure and function for the drug interaction project he'd been assigned. The screen before him was filled with diagrams and molecular schematics, each more complex than the last. 

His heart pounded in his chest in excitement as he attempted to refocus on the task at hand, which he loved. He read that the cell wall lies outside the plasma membrane, which defines the boundaries of the cell itself. The wall is freely permeable to most molecules, but the membrane exhibits selective permeability, tending to concentrate specific dissolved molecules and ions inside the cell. This complicated the matter of how he could calculate the external and internal pressure effects on the cell wall, which he knew he needed to figure out to make these custom drugs effective.

As he delved deeper into his research, Avery's thoughts wandered to Darlene, her own struggles weighing heavily on his mind. He wished there was more he could do to support her, but for now, all he could do was focus on his work and prove himself to be a valuable asset in their ongoing battle against cancer – and against the challenges they faced both within and beyond the walls of their workplace.

A few hours passed as Avery's eyes darted between the lines of text on his computer screen, furiously absorbing every last bit of information about cell walls. The pressure of the onesie and diaper beneath his clothing weighed heavily on him today, a constant reminder of his vulnerability, but at this moment, this wasn’t what he was focused on. He clenched his jaw, determined not to let it hold him back. This whole day had not been what he had hoped to come back to. 

"Guess what, Avery?" A familiar voice cut through the tense silence, and he looked up to see Christy standing behind him in a pretty light blue work dress, the delicate light hugging her slender frame. Her hazel eyes sparkled with excitement as always. A hint of perfume lingered in the air, a subtle but alluring scent that added to her charm. She radiated energy and vitality as the always positive girl he had come to know.

"Hey, Christy," Avery said, confused about why she was here since they didn’t have any time set up to work on anything together today. "What's going on? What are you doing here?" 

"Looks like we're about to be full-time work neighbors," she announced eagerly, gesturing to Bryan approaching with two boxes of office supplies in his arms. She grinned at Avery, her dimples deepening as she giggled in anticipation.

"Really? That's great!" Avery forced a slight smile, though his mind raced with uncertainty. How would having a new coworker impact his already delicate situation? He didn’t want Christy to know about his diapers or, worse, about Darlene inspecting his diaper.  Avery was also sure this had something to do with John, and once again, this was his fault in his mind. 

"Good morning, Avery," Bryan said. "I hope you don't mind us invading your space a little."

"Of course not," Avery replied, trying to sound genuine but not so sure about this. "It'll be nice to have some company."

Christy's enthusiasm seemed to be authentic as she started to grab one of the boxes from Bryan. "Is it okay if we put these boxes down on your desk for the moment until we know where I'm going to sit?" Christy asked, gesturing to the second box she held.

"Sure," Avery managed to say, forcing a semi-fake smile onto his face. His thoughts churned like storm-tossed waves, threatening to pull him under. He really liked Christy but as an office mate.  He wasn’t sure.

"Here, let me help you with that," Avery offered, rising from his seat to take the box from Bryan’s hands before Christy could get to it. The box’s weight surprised him, and he nearly staggered under its bulk. “What in the world did she bring with her?” he thought to himself.

 He knew he should be grateful for the distraction her arrival provided—a brief respite from the relentless nagging feeling that all this was his fault—but in fact, it was just another reminder that it was his fault and another chance to be found out.

"Thanks, Avery!" Christy beamed at him, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I can't wait to get settled in."  There again was her enthusiastic voice.

In fact, she was glad to be getting away from John and his two cohorts.

It would be much better to be close to Avery and help him program his mathematical solutions in the software. Avery couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at her carefree attitude—something he had lost touch with long ago.

"Let's go see where Darlene wants to put you," Bryan said, leading the way toward the office door. Avery placed the box on his desk, still feeling the shock of Christy's unexpected move.” Want to come with us, Avery?” Bryan clapped Avery on the shoulder. 

Avery just nodded yes, stood up, and followed behind Bryan and Christy. He prayed that neither of them could see the bulk or hear the slight crinkly sounds of the diaper he was wearing. As they approached Darelene’s office, Avery thought to himself that he was honestly a little shocked that Darlene would have agreed to this. But then it dawned on him as they approached: Darlene probably didn’t know. She would have told him. 

Bryan's knuckles rapped against the closed door, and Avery couldn't help but hold his breath. He could envision the conversation that was about to take place - the confusion, frustration, and possibly even anger that would follow. A wave of guilt washed over him, knowing he was adding to Darlene's already stressful day.

The door opened, revealing a puzzled Darlene, who took in the sight of Bryan and Chisty standing together and Avery standing behind them.  Bryan smiled. “Good morning, Darlene. I am so grateful you agreed to this.  I need to know where you plan to let Christy sit," Bryan smiled. 

"What? No one told me about Christy coming up here," Darlene replied, both surprised and upset. Her gaze flicked to Avery, who felt he'd been caught red-handed, even though he'd had no part in the decision and no clue about it ahead of time.

Avery quickly interjected, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on him. "I apologize, Darlene. This caught me off guard as well. I had no idea Christy would be joining us until just now."

"Didn't Julian tell you?" Bryan asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. "We're moving Christy up here for her protection away from John." Bryan watched as he read Darlene’s puzzled and upset facial expressions.

“I thought Julian had already discussed this with you. He told me he was going to talk to you this morning." Bryan said hastily, trying to defuse the tension. "It's just a temporary arrangement."

“Temporary by what means?! Till you get, John fired?!”  Darlene quickly responded in anger.

As the conversation continued, Avery became increasingly distracted by the warmth of his body and the confines of the onesie he wore beneath his clothes. He tried to focus on keeping his breathing steady, but his heart raced, fueled by anxiety and an overwhelming sense of vulnerability, as he stood there feeling helpless to control this situation.

Avery's heart clenched as a stepped back up against the back wall of Darlene’s office. He listened to the heated exchange between Darlene and Bryan just beyond his cubicle. He could feel the tension thicken in the air, and a knot formed in his stomach. It was apparent that Darlene wasn't happy about this unexpected change, especially since she had yet to be consulted first. He hated tense situations and never did good with them.

"An IT department isn't the place for Christy," Darlene argued, her voice rising with frustration. "This isn’t a research center dedicated to some magical DNA cancer treatments and a hideout for employees who are afraid of your troublemakers." 

He couldn't help but empathize with Darlene's plight – she'd taken him under her wing when no one else would, and now it seemed her generosity was being taken advantage of. 

"Look, I understand your concerns," Bryan attempted to soothe her, his tone measured and calm.

 Avery's heart raced as he heard Bryan acknowledge Darlene's concerns. His anxiety increased, and he felt a sudden need to pee. 

"We know it's not ideal," Bryan said, "but we're worried about Christy's safety with John and his friends harassing her. With the new security badge system causing tensions, we need to take precautions." 

The mention of John made Avery's bladder twinge even more, but he tried to ignore the urge to use the bathroom. He wanted to be present for this conversation in case his name came up, though his body protested against his will. Plus, he was trapped inside Darlene’s Office with Bryan and Christy blocking the way.

"Christy is the last person I'm taking in from your department," Darlene snapped, her voice raised so that anyone nearby could hear it. "You can't expect me to house your whole R&D center just because you can't control John and his fucking behavior."  It took all of Darlene’s emotion and resolve not to slam the door on them.

Avery winced at the outburst, clenching his thighs together instinctively. He could no longer deny the pressure building in his bladder, but he couldn't bring himself to leave the room. It felt like a choice between preserving his dignity, staying informed, and not looking like he didn’t care about what happened with Christy, and he didn't know which option was more terrifying.

"Darlene, we would appreciate your help and understanding in this matter," Bryan replied, his voice tense but controlled. "We'll find a solution to the John issue as soon as possible."

Darlene couldn't help but roll her eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation. She knew that the solution was to ignore it and pretend like it would never happen again.  Plus, they wanted to make an example out of her for office violence.

Avery's mind raced, trying to formulate a plan. Should he try to slip away now or risk embarrassment by waiting too long? The sudden silence in the room interrupted his thoughts, signaling that the discussion had temporarily ended. Panic gripped him as he realized he'd missed his chance to escape unnoticed.

"Get it together, Avery," he thought, forcing himself to focus on his work. "You've faced worse situations before."  "Please, just let me make it through this," he silently prayed. "I can't afford another slip-up." 

The air in the office seemed to thicken as the silence continued.  Then Darlene's voice reverberated off the walls again, her anger palpable. Avery, already on edge from desperately needing to use the restroom, felt his heart rate spike at the sudden outburst. His grip on his own self-control wavered, and in that moment of terror, he lost the battle. 

Warmth spread through the diaper between his legs, rapidly soaking up the unexpected release. Avery's cheeks burned with humiliation, and he tried to shift his body to the side of the door frame, trying to hide any evidence of his accident. The bulky padding now felt even more intrusive, a constant reminder of his failure to keep control.

Christy, oblivious to the situation unfolding just a few feet away, had been observing the heated exchange with wide eyes. When she finally glanced over at Avery, she noticed him standing uncomfortably and shifting his posture, a pained expression etched across his face. Concern filled her, and she hurried over to check on him. 

"Hey, are you okay?" Christy whispered close to Avery, genuine worry in her voice.

Avery forced a tight-lipped smile and nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He didn't want to draw any more attention to himself, especially with everyone on edge and arguing. It took all of his willpower to keep his gaze focused on Bryan and Darlene.

"Alright, if you need anything, just let me know," Christy whispered close to him, puzzled by Avery's behavior.

Darlene finally let out a long sigh, her frustration dissipating slightly. "Fine," she relented, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "But this is the last time, Bryan. I can't keep taking in people from other departments just because management can't control their employees."

"Thank you, Darlene," Bryan said gratefully. "I promise we'll work on finding a more permanent solution."

As the conversation drew close, Avery wanted to waddle back to his office and sit in his chair, defeated yet again, but he was wet and needed a change into a fresh diaper before he accidentally leaked.  It wasn't that he had anything against Christy - quite the opposite, in fact. But the prospect of having someone so close to him, someone who could potentially discover his secret, filled him with dread. He felt a tear start to swell up around his eyes.

"Get a grip, Avery, don’t start to cry now," he muttered under his breath as he felt the warmth of his diaper as it swelled up around his crotch. 

"Alright," Darlene relented, sighing. Christy, you'll be two desks down from Avery." 

"Thanks, Darlene," Christy said nodding gratefully, walking back to her new spot to begin unpacking her belongings. 

Avery watched from the corner of Darlene’s door, not moving till everyone left.

Avery then slipped towards Darlene's desk, heart pounding in his chest. The shame hung heavy in the air around him, making it difficult to breathe.

"Darlene, I..." he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I had another accident” as a tear slide down his face and his head hung low.

"Did you bring a spare diaper in your backpack?" Darlene asked gently; concern etched across her face as she realized the argument was stressful for the boy. 

"Y-yes," Avery stammered, avoiding her gaze. 

"Alright, go get it, then."

Avery wiped his tears before he left the room. Darlene got up and started closing the blinds to her office and waited for him to return. Avery quickly picked up his backpack, not paying attention to Christy, who was watching him walk back to Darelen’s office with it. When he came back with his backpack, she locked the door behind them. 

"Sit down," Darlene instructed, gesturing to the chair by her desk. Avery did as he was told, trying to keep his composure while his mind raced.

Darlene's gentle yet firm voice offered advice, "Next time, try to remain calm. Perhaps you could practice some breathing exercises and visualize a happy place. There are some helpful apps for that." She reminded him that he couldn't let these incidents occur frequently, or others might start to question them.

"I know," Avery mumbled, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He tried to focus on the patterns in the carpet beneath his feet, but his thoughts kept intruding, taunting him with images of his coworkers' reactions if they ever found out.

"Okay, let's get you changed," Darlene perked up but kept her tone professional as she opened a drawer and the supplies she brought with her this morning.  "And when we're done, we both need to get back to work." 

"Right," Avery agreed, his voice barely audible. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself for yet another diaper change.  He opened his backpack, pulled out his only spare diaper, and handed it to Darlene.  It felt odd to be offering this exchange.

Darlene spread out a large towel on the office floor, careful to smooth out any wrinkles. She then carefully arranged a few essential items: a package of baby wipes and a bottle of sweet-smelling baby powder. As he watched her, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks flush with embarrassment at the thought of using such items for their intended purpose. But Darlene didn't seem fazed at all, simply going about her business with a calm and confident demeanor. He couldn't help but be grateful for her as he didn’t realize this was her maternal instinct at play here.

"Alright, lay down on the soft towel so I can change you into a fresh, clean diaper," Darlene instructed gently as she patted the towel. He couldn't help but feel a tingling sense of awareness and fear creeping over him, not because of Darlene but because Christy was just outside, within earshot. He could imagine her giggling if she knew his predicament.

As he got up off the chair, he began to unzip his pants and step out of them, revealing the bottom of his onesie.  “Do I take this off?” he asked confused. Darlene looked up at him, as she was already on her knee. “No need; the snaps are made for easy access just as I did before. Now, come on and lay down.” She patted the towel.

The humiliation of these diaper changes had become all too familiar, yet a small part of him craved the comfort they provided and the attention he got from Darlene. Avery placed his pants on the chair and laid on the large towel.

As Darlene leaned over to him, Avery closed his eyes and focused on the slow rise and fall of his chest. The shame still clung to him like a second skin, but he resolved to push past it and told himself to return and concentrate on his work when this was done praying Christy wouldn’t find out.

He felt Darlene unbuttoned the onesie as he opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, focusing on the patterns within the acoustic tiles. 

"Do I have to have the baby powder again?" he asked, hoping for the answer ‘no’ as he continued to stare up. 

Darlene looked down at him and replied, her tone firm but gentle. "As I said before, it's necessary to prevent diaper rash, so just trust me." 

He sighed, knowing she was right. But it didn't make the process any less mortifying. He heard the tapes unfasten from his diaper as she pulled the front end of the soaked diaper off, exposing him. He then lifted his hips as she slid the wet diaper from underneath him and then slid a new, fresh, disposable diaper into its place.

He gritted his teeth as she applied the cold otion and baby powder, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath her touch. He tried to connect the dots on the ceiling, hoping he wouldn’t get erect from her gentle touch on his sensitive parts. He could smell the heavy scent of baby powder in the air as it was applied to him. 

"Almost done," Darlene murmured, fastening the fresh diaper and then pulling the onesie in place, snapping the crotch back together. She helped him sit up, their eyes meeting for a brief moment. “You're doing great, Avery. Just remember to breathe and stay calm when you get nervous. Maybe you can prevent this future."

After Darlene finished helping him, he quietly said a grateful "thank you." As Avery stood up, Darlene's hand almost reached out to pat his bottom, but she stopped herself, realizing what she was about to do. He then pulled his pants back on, feeling the added bulk of a new, fresh diaper underneath his onesie and trousers.

"Of course," she replied, reassuringly squeezing his shoulder. "Now, let's get back out there and show them what you’re made of."  It was almost as if she was giving encouragement to a boy not a young man.

The embarrassment weighed heavily, but he couldn't afford to wallow in it. Suppressing a shudder, he picked up his backpack like he was about to head home and brought it back to his office.

"Focus, Avery," he silently urged himself, knowing Christy was just outside Darlene’s office setting up her new desk. You can't change what happened, but you can keep it from happening again. You are smarter than this, stronger than this." He told himself as he did his best to hold back a tear. 

With that, he exited the office, determined to put the incident behind them and move forward with their day. A cacophony of thoughts raced through Avery's mind as he tried to drown out the sounds of Christy unpacking her belongings nearby. 

Christy glanced up from her unpacking, her gaze lingering on the closed blinds of Darlene's office. Curiosity piqued, she watched Avery return with his backpack, his body language tense and uneasy. The door clicked shut behind him, and Christy couldn't help but wonder if he was in trouble for something.

"Is everything okay?" Christy asked genuine concern in her voice. 

"Everything's fine," Avery replied, trying to sound casual. "Just a minor issue."

"Alright then," Christy said, nodding slowly as she returned to setting up her desk.

Avery settled back at his desk, praying that the walls of the office had been thick enough to keep their secret safe. He focused on his research, determined not to let his anxiety get the better of him. 

Avery's heart raced as he returned to his desk again and slowly started to settle down, the scent of baby powder clinging to him like a cloak. Sitting down and looking at the computer, he did his best, trying not to draw attention to himself. Christy glanced at him from her new workstation; curiosity continued to be etched on her face. She didn’t feel like Avery was being straight with her and something was wrong.

"Hey, Avery, can I pick your brain about this problem I'm working on that has your formulas?" she asked, strolling over with a notepad in hand. "I could use a fresh perspective." 

"Sure, let me take a look," Avery replied, attempting to calm his nerves. He was starting to focus on the equations before him, finding solace in their complexity.  Avery began to explain the purpose and reasoning behind the equations.

As they delved deeper into the project, Christy leaned in closer, her nose wrinkling delicately at a familiar scent. Soft notes of baby powder wafted toward her, causing her to pause and comment, "You smell like... baby powder?"

Avery's muscles tensed when he heard the words. He struggled to maintain his composure. Sweat prickled at the back of his neck as he hastily responded, "Oh, uh, it's just a new laundry detergent." He prayed that she would accept his flimsy excuse. "It's supposed to be good for sensitive skin."

"Ah, I see," Christy mused, raising her eyebrows with a hint of skepticism. She didn't press the matter further, but Avery could tell she was still puzzled by his choice of scent. The faint aroma of baby powder lingered in the air around them, mixing with the heady scent of coffee from their nearby cups.

Avery quickly explained why he did what he did with the calculations that Christy was asking about.  Christy finally agreed to his method.  “it will be tricky to program, but I think I can figure something out.” She smiled.

A wave of relief washed over Avery as Christy walked back with the notes she had taken and sat back down at her desk. They both separately drove back to their work. His mind whirred with calculations and possible solutions, grateful for the distraction from his earlier ordeal. 

Meanwhile, Darlene finally connected with her sister, Laurisa, on the phone when she called her back. She was eager to vent about the day's events and seek their advice. “Finally, you call me back. What took you so long?” Darlene exclaimed in a panicked and upset voice, feeling slightly neglected by her sister's delayed response.

"Sorry, I was at the police department for new clients. They needed me to review their cases and complete all the necessary paperwork." Laurisa replied, her tone a bit strained as she became defensive of her own important work.

Darlene could hear the exhaustion and frustration in her sister's voice and immediately regretted her initial outburst. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to imply that your work isn't important, too." She apologized sincerely, understanding the demands of her sister's job. “Darlene paused, trying not to cry from the stressful day. “I just really need my sisters, and I can’t talk about it here.  I know it is short notice, but can we all meet up for dinner tonight? I really need to talk to you girls about what's been happening at work. I am about to lose it." Darlene said, her voice strained with frustration. 

"Of course," Laurisa agreed, concern evident in her tone. "We'll be there for you, sis. Just tell us where and when."

"Great. Let's meet at that Greek place we love around four pm if that isn’t too early. It is the only way I think we will get any reservations this late in the week." Darlene suggested, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

“No problem, I can get out of work early, and I am sure Ashley can too.  Her work hours are generally not till late in the day.” Laurisa and Darlene both laughed.  “I will make reservations for the three of us,” Laurisa replied. 

Darlene thought for a second.  If they were going to leave work early, she needed to take Avery with her to ensure his protection.

“No, make it four.”  She paused. “I am going to bring Avery, the one I talked about previously.”

“Oh really? It will be interesting to meet him,” Laurisa said.  

“First, you can’t Psychoanalyze the boy.  The poor boy is confused enough as it is.”

“Okay, I won’t. At least I won’t out loud. My job is to psychoanalyze people, and I can’t just turn it off,”  Laurisa giggled.

With that, Darlene hung up the phone, grateful for her sisters' unwavering support.

As Avery and Christy continued work separately with only one empty desk between them, he found himself growing more comfortable in her presence, forgetting about the scent of baby powder. The earlier tension seemed to dissipate, replaced by the shared language of numbers and logic. For now, at least, his secret remained safe. 

About an hour later, Darlene came out of her office to talk to Avery.  Christy looked up.  Darlene was quick to the point. “Avery, I am going to leave work early at 3:30 pm today to have an early dinner with my sisters. With everything that has happened today and last week, I want you to leave with me and come to dinner. I just want to make sure your safe when I am not around. I don’t yet trust the badge system.”

Avery looked up to see that in her expression, “No” wasn’t an answer Darlene would accept; however,  it would be nice to leave before Christy so he would not have to worry about being caught in the elevator with his diaper on.  Plus, lunch with Darlene last week was a wonderful break from fast food.  “Sure, just give me five minutes heads up to wrap everything up.”

Darlene nodded as she walked over to Christy and began talking to her.  Darlene wanted to apologize for her previous behavior, saying she was taken off guard and that it wasn’t her fault she was so upset.  

Christy's face lit up with a radiant smile as she looked up at Darlene and they began to talk, her hazel eyes sparkling with warmth and excitement as they always seem to do. Avery couldn't help but steal a glance at her, his heart clenching as he watched her chat animatedly with Darlene, possibly about her new workspace. He couldn’t help but wonder if they were talking about him, and the thought made his stomach churn with nervousness.

Despite his desire to join in on their conversation, Avery stayed rooted in his seat, feeling left out and unsure of what they were discussing. He couldn't take his eyes off Christy, who seemed genuinely thrilled about something. As Darlene and Christy shook hands, Avery pretended to be focused on his work, trying not to eavesdrop.

When Darlene approached him with a smile and an air of excitement, Avery couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety. "Guess what, Avery," she said, practically bouncing with anticipation. He looked up at her, trying to act surprised by her sudden appearance. "What?" he asked eagerly.

"Christy will be joining us for dinner!" Darlene announced gleefully. Avery tried to hide his nerves, but it was clear from the way his hands shook that he was taken aback. "I-I mean, that's great," he stuttered, attempting to sound enthusiastic. "I just wasn't expecting it."

Darlene looked confused by his reaction. "I thought you would enjoy her company," she said innocently.

Avery nodded quickly, trying to play it cool. "I do, I do. It's just...surprising." Inside, he was brimming with questions about what had just transpired between them and whether or not Christy knew about him wearing diapers. But outwardly, he put on a mask of composure and simply replied, "Christy is a wonderful person." 

"Perfect, Christy will join us at the restaurant around 4 pm," Darlene said with a hint of hesitation. She couldn't shake off the feeling that she had made a mistake by inviting her. However, with John lurking around and keeping a watchful eye on her was her duty. It seemed necessary to have invited her for safety. With a sigh, Darlene headed back to her office to wrap up the day's work. The anticipation of meeting her sisters and sharing all the events of the day filled her with some comfort. As she finished her work and shut down her computer, she could already picture herself sitting at the restaurant table, laughing and exchanging stories with her sisters, who were her best friends.

[Babyqtboy]

Thanks for the update, really loving this story

[Diapered Dave]

Another great chapter!! Really enjoying this story...

[Radioman]

Amazing story, keep up the good work. 
thank you for continuing it

[Eagle0769]

A good chapter and a long one. 

I wonder why corporate doesn't get rid of John. 

Is his father someone important? 🙂

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I hope Darlene’s sisters advise her to talk to legal counsel, sure seems like she is being setup to be the fall guy for John’s bad behavior.

[Eagle0769]

I know that you are probable busy but I love your story and want to keep reading it.

With everyone going to dinner together something big is going to happen. 🙂

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On 3/27/2024 at 8:29 AM, Eagle0769 said:

I know that you are probable busy but I love your story and want to keep reading it.

With everyone going to dinner together something big is going to happen. 🙂

 

The next chapter will be out tomorrow.  It is another long chapter, almost 8,000 words. I just finished it and will need to do the final review tomorrow.

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As promised. There is a lot going on in this chapter.  I'm curious what everyone wants to think.  Also, do you like the dotted lines? I am trying something new to see if it helps.  Enjoy, my friends.

 

Chapter 26 - The Kiddy Table

Avery wasn’t sure where Darlene was taking him.  His feet shuffled behind Darlene's determined stride, his mind racing with curiosity and anticipation. The only thing he knew about this place was that it was a restaurant with a name he couldn't quite grasp. "Aegean Palette?" he silently attempted to pronounce, stumbling over the unfamiliar combination of letters. Who would name a restaurant something so complicated? As they passed out from the alleyway of the tall building, his thoughts were interrupted by the sight of tall evergreen trees lining a narrow lane, creating a barrier between them and their destination. As they continued down the path, Avery couldn't help but wonder if this obscure location meant the restaurant wasn't doing well. But as they emerged from behind the final cluster of trees, the scent of fresh herbs and spices filled his nose, instantly washing away any doubts or reservations.

"Can you smell it, Avery?" Darlene's voice rang out joyfully as she gestured toward the quaint building before them, hidden behind tall skyscrapers and trees. "That's the best Greek and Italian cuisine you'll ever find." Avery inhaled deeply, savoring the tantalizing aroma that seemed out of place in the bustling downtown city. The restaurant itself looked as though it had been plucked from the idyllic Greek countryside and placed next to a peaceful river hidden from view. With its brick walls and vibrant geranium posts adorning the entrance, it was a stark contrast to the surrounding urban landscape.

Despite his initial skepticism about its location, Avery couldn't deny that there was something alluring and charming about this hidden gem of a restaurant. And as he followed Darlene inside, he knew that this would be an experience unlike any other.

“Let's go in and make sure he has our seats. The restaurant was only expecting four, but I added Christy at the last second. Normally, a restaurant like this won’t do favors for customers if they don’t make reservations in advance, but let's say my sisters and I are regulars. We're almost like family here.”

As Avery followed Darlene inside the restaurant, he first noticed the smells and how a tall, gangly, and well-dressed man with an infectious smile was standing next to a hostess stand's wooden podium.  

“Welcome, Ms. Malatesta. I don’t think we have seen you here on a Monday.  What happened to your regular Wednesday meet-up with your sisters.”  He stared at Avery, realizing this was the fourth person she had called for reservations.  “Let’s just say I had a real shitty day at work, and I need to unwind with my sisters,” Darlene replied.  To Dimitris, Avery looked very nervous, and Avery didn’t realize he was up close to Darlene like an anxious child.  Dimitris looked over at Avery in his messy hair and untucked shirt. From the looks, he wasn’t their normal clientele.  “And who is the young man that is accompanying you this fine evening?” Dimitris smiled at him and gave him a warm half-bow as if inviting him in.  

Avery felt like he was talking to him as a child, but in fact, he wasn’t used to this type of atmosphere in a restaurant. “Oh, this is Avery, a coworker of mine.”  Darlene paused as she thought about how to best explain this without seeming odd. “He is joining us today because we both had a bad day at work, and I thought he needed to unwind a little.  When I learned he never heard of this restaurant. I told him about it and how I come here once a week to unwind and sometimes on the weekend for special occasions. I thought maybe I could get you another customer addicted to this place, just as my sisters and I are.”  

“That is really nice of you, Ms. Malatesta.” Dimitris turned to face Avery, who felt incredibly out of place in such a fancy establishment.

“Nice to meet you, Avery. Do you have a last name?”  He looked confused about why he would ask such a question.  Darlene looked down at Avery and nudged him in the side. “It is ok; calling people by their last name here is customary.  I have tried for years to get him to call me Darlene, but he refuses.”  Dimitris had a comical and infectious smile when she said this.  “Well, Ms. Malatesta, you know that isn’t proper, and I am all about proper.”  Even though he didn’t laugh, you can tell from his eyes that he was laughing. “Sage, Avery Sage is my full name,” Avery said as his eyes kept darting around, feeling out of place. 

Before this, the most upscale dining experience he had ever had was at Olive Garden, and that was only a handful of times when his foster families treated him on special occasions that were in celebration of someone else and not for him. “Welcome, Mr. Sage.  It is my pleasure and the pleasure of Aegean Palettee to have you dine with us tonight. I hope you have a divine experience.  Anything less would be an insult to us.”  Dimitris did a half-bow once again.  

 
Darlene's voice trembled a little as she spoke, "I know this isn't ideal, and I apologize for the inconvenience, but I have a fifth guest I invited. With everything that has happened, I really needed her to come with us." She couldn't help but feel guilty for bringing an unexpected guest and knew this wasn’t proper, but at the same time, she felt like she had no other choice. "Can you please find a way to accommodate us? I would be so appreciative," she pleaded, hoping Dimitris would understand her predicament.

Dimitris's eyes widened in concern as he scanned the reservation log, seeing that the restaurant was on track to be completely packed that night. He groaned inwardly, knowing they had already made a notable exception for Darlene and brought her in on a Monday with such short notice. Dimitri looked up and saw a look of disappointment on Darlene's face as she realized it was full, and it was like a stab to his heart, making it clear that he had failed to meet her, one of the restaurant’s best customers.

“Dimitris, I understand if you can’t, but if you can do anything.”  He thought for a second. “I have an idea that is a little unprofessional. I have a small cardboard table in the back. I can place a nice tablecloth that matches the decor of this play and lay it out nicely for two people to sit together. I am sorry there is no way I can fit all of you together. All I have for you is a round table that barely fits four people. If I squeeze more, it won’t look right, and the owner will be upset.  Presentation is everything here.”  Darlene was actually relieved that there was a solution.  “That would be perfect. I would really appreciate it.”  She smiled.  Dimitris gave his little half-bow. “Let me set it up; give me 10 minutes to make it look like it fits into this place.” 

Darlene smiled and started to walk out for a second.  “Oh, Ms. Malatesta, can I talk too quickly for a second.”  Darelene looked at Avery. “It is ok. Can you go outside and wait for Christy? I will only be a second.”  Avery nodded and walked outside, not thinking anything of it, but Darlene was confused.  As Darlene approached Dimitris, Dimitris grabbed Darelene’s hand gently and patted it. “This restaurant prides itself on being unique, quaint, and professional.  We have a dress code here, which I know you are familiar with.  Although Avery technically fits the dress code, he is still a little unpresentable.  Could you please ask him to tuck his shirt in, pull the pant leg out of his sock, and brush his hair? I don’t mean to be rude, and I didn’t want to offend him in front of you.”

Darlene giggled a little. “Oh, Dimitri, I should have known.  With everything that happened today, It didn’t register in my mind. On any other day, I would have him be more presentable.  It is also a reflection of me.  So, I appreciate the honesty.”  Darlene patted Dimitris's hand back.  “I will take care of it.”

As Avery stepped outside, the warm sun and cool air hit his face. Even tucked so far inside between the buildings, the bustling sounds of the city filled his ears. He looked up and saw Christi walking towards him; a look of confusion was on her face as she scanned her surroundings. Suddenly, her gaze landed on Avery, and her face lit up with recognition. "Oh, good. I am in the right spot!" she exclaims, her voice carrying over the surrounding noise. Avery smiled and waved back at her. "I know, a strange spot for a restaurant," he replied, gesturing to the alleyway from which they both had come
from.

Christ walked casually up, putting her iPhone away, which she was using to help find the place.  “Wow, Darlene likes the nice and secluded restaurants I see.  You can tell from the outside that this place is something of a unique spot. It has been a few months since I have eaten at such a place like this.”  Avery laughed a little as he heard Christy say this.

 “Yeah, I know. I was expecting something like Chilies, and then here we are.”  He paused and looked at Christy.  She seemed more comfortable and relaxed about a place like this than he was, but he did his best not to show it.  “I agree it has been a long time.  I sure hope it isn’t expensive.”  As soon as he said this, he realized he had shown his ignorance.  Christy giggled a little. “Avery, this place is far from reasonable. Just look at the outside.  It speaks of either Italian, German, or Greek food.  The location has to be so expensive that it is tucked away between tall office buildings as if it is a place of its own.”  Avery's face went flush as she told him this. He tried to think of something that wouldn’t make him look stupid in front of Christy.  “I know, but I wish it was. I do like good food, though.” He smiled, looking up at Christy, knowing he never had any real authentic cultural food.

Just then, Darlene came out of the restaurant. “Oh, hi, Christy. Did you have any problems finding this place?”  She asked. “No, Ms. Malatesta, I did not,” Christy replied. “

Oh, come on, Christy. You can call me Darlene. I don’t like formal approaches to names.  It is so. How do I say impersonal?” Christy smiled. “That is good. I would like it better to call you by your first name.”

In mid-conversation, Christy's gaze was drawn to something unusual, causing Avery to visibly startle and blush. Darlene had reached over to straighten out the disheveled appearance of his clothing, carefully smoothing his shirt between his pants and onesie. Tucking his shirt into his pants with a practiced ease. Darlene’s hand slipped between the waistband of his pants and the soft fabric of his onesie, making contact with the diaper he wore underneath. She then leaned down to untuck his pant leg from his bunched-up socks. As she completed this task, a realization dawned on her, and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. 

"I am so sorry for that, Avery," Darlene stammered, glancing toward Christy. "There is a strict dress code at this establishment."

Darlene's actions took Christy aback, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she tried to make sense of it all. She could feel Avery's cheeks burning with embarrassment, and it made her uncomfortable. She stumbled over her words, desperately trying to ease the tension and make Avery feel at ease. "Avery, what kind of cuisine do you think they serve here? The pungent aroma of garlic wafted through the air every time the door opened." The restaurant was bustling with chatter and the clinking of silverware, giving off a warm and inviting atmosphere.

 Avery's heart raced as Christy's eyes watched the scene unfold, frozen in humiliation. How could he deny what Darlene had just done right in front of Christy? He didn't want to act out his feelings as anger built inside of him for the humiliating act. "I don't know..." Avery stammered, his face still red with shame and guilt. Even Darlene, usually so confident, couldn't meet anyone's gaze as she, too, blushed with regret. Silence filled the air as they all struggled with the incident.

The alley was quiet for a few moments until two figures emerged, walking side by side. Darlene's sisters, Larisa and Ashley, were chatting animatedly as they made their way to her. Larisa's long dark brown hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, the ends brushing against her back with each step she took. It was her usual go-to hairstyle, effortlessly chic yet practical. As soon as they reached Darlene, she pulled Larisa into a tight hug with a broad smile on her face. "Well, well, well, look who decided to ditch the jeans and dress up for work," Darlene playfully teased. Larisa pushed back with a laugh, her eyes sparkling with joy. "I had a formal presentation today, thank you very much. And then someone called an urgent meeting without giving me time to change into my comfortable clothes."

Darlene turned to Ashley, who was sexy and flaunting as always, and hugged her. Ashley had her flame-red hair down to her shoulders, and the sides of her hair were braided to the back of her head today.  Avery couldn’t take his eyes off of Ashley.  Her dress clung to her curves in a way that was both comfortable and revealing. It looked to be made of luxurious emerald green velvet that shimmered with a subtle sheen under the autumnal light. The fabric was thick enough to provide warmth on a crisp fall night but light enough to move fluidly with her walk. The dress had a deep v-neck that plunged down to just below her collarbone, teasing the site of her cleavage. The neckline was framed by a delicate band of emerald green lace that added a touch of femininity. The waist was cinched with a thin, gold belt that accentuated the hourglass shape of the dress. The skirt flowed down to her knees in a cascade of soft folds, hugging her hips gently before flaring out slightly at the hem. The rich green color of the dress was offset by a pair of peep-toe heels in a deep burgundy shade. The heels added height and drama to the outfit, and their color echoed the fallen leaves that swirled around her ankles.

Darlene hugged and talked to her sister for a few minutes outside the restaurant. Avery felt a jab at his side when Christy noticed Avery looking over Ashley.  “Your tongue is hanging out.” She giggled as it snapped Avery back. “Oh huh, oh, I was just lost in thought,” Avery blushed.  “I am sure you were,” Christy smiled.  “No, it wasn’t like.” Avery started to say when Darlene said.  “Shall we go have dinner?”  Breaking the awkward conversation up.

Upon entering, Dimitris stood tall and elegant by the waiter's podium, his face adorned with a gentle smile as always. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen," he greeted with a slight nod towards Avery. His voice was smooth and rich, betraying hints of a Greek accent. "Follow me, please. Your tables are ready and awaiting your presence." He gestured gracefully for them to follow as he led the way through the bustling restaurant, his steps light and confident. The smell of freshly cooked food wafted through the air, mingling with the subtle scent of aromatic herbs and spices. The warm lighting cast a cozy glow over the space, making it feel like a home away from home. Soft music played in the background as the sound of chatter and clinking glasses filled their ears as they were ushered to their seats, ready to indulge in a delicious dining experience.

Avery stood back from Darlene as he followed everyone, still embarrassed and upset about what Darlene had done a few minutes ago.  He walked quietly between Darlene, her sisters, and Christy.  “Well, Malatesta Lady’s, I got a nice table right here in the back of the restaurant, along with a small table for two.” He looked at Christy and Avery.  “My lady, what would your name be?” Dimitris asked.  “Christy Evans.” She smiled as she took her hand out to shake his.  Dimitris shook her hand and replied. “Welcome, Ms Evans. I hope you find this dining experience to be memorable.”

Darlene and her sisters stood by the table, eagerly anticipating Dimitris' arrival. As expected, the charming restaurant host pulled out each chair with effortless grace, neatly placing a napkin on each of their laps. However, Avery seemed preoccupied and carelessly took his seat without acknowledging the beautiful display. Christy, always attentive, noticed his distraction and quickly followed suit, gracefully settling in next to him to ensure he felt included. Dimitris, ever the professional, smoothly turned to see them both seated and discreetly rolled his eyes before making his way to the smaller table for two.

Dimitris approached the small table. He delicately unfolded Avery's napkin and started to place it on his lap. Avery instinctively jumped back, confused by the gesture. "I didn't spill anything?" he blurted out, feeling embarrassed. Christy leaned over quickly, sensing Dimitris’ surprise at Avery's reaction. "It's alright, Avery. In restaurants like this, it is customary for the waiter to place the napkin in your lap," she explained with a smile. Avery blushed but accepted Dimitris's gesture, allowing him to place the napkin on his lap. Christy tried her best to hide her amusement, pretending to understand Avery's confusion. She had grown up in a wealthy family and was accustomed to these customs, having experienced them numerous times with her family and dates. However, she found it odd that Avery was so unfamiliar with them. He wasn't like the other men she had been around – they were all self-confident and sure of themselves, while he seemed innocent and unsure. She couldn't help but wonder about his past and what had shaped him into the person he was now. Most men would be trying their hardest to charm her or impress her, but Avery was different. He seemed oblivious to women's advances, or perhaps he was simply not interested in them at all. She couldn't quite figure him out yet. Either way, he was different, and she liked that.

As Dimitris left, the room seemed to shrink in on itself, the silence becoming almost suffocating. Desperate to fill the void, Christy spoke up with a tremble in her voice. "You know, John scares the shit out of me too. Maybe that's why we were both sent to the IT department." She let out a slightly nervous laugh, trying to break the tension. "I'm so grateful for that."

Avery shifted in his seat, feeling uneasy at the mention of John. "Yeah, it's a relief that they installed the badges," he replied cautiously. But then he hesitated, his mind replaying all the events that led up to this security measure. "But...I wish it didn't have to come to this," he admitted with a heavy sigh. "I wish I could have handled things better."
Christy gave him a sympathetic look, knowing how much Avery blamed himself for what happened with John. "Don't beat yourself up over it, Avery. John is just an asshole no matter what anyone does or says." She tried to lighten the mood with a smile, but she could see the weight still lingered on Avery's shoulders.

Realizing she had touched upon a sensitive topic, Christy quickly changed the subject. “So why don’t we just change the subject and figure out what we are going to order.”

Christy and Avery observed their surroundings while Darlene watched. A nagging instinct urged her to make sure Avery was okay. She couldn't explain why, but she would have felt more comfortable if they were all sitting together. Across the room, Larisa caught Darlene's gaze on Avery and spoke up. "He'll be fine. Now, can you tell us what's happening?" This question snapped Darlene back to reality, reminding her of the day's events.

As Darlene attention was refocused, her voice began to tremble with barely contained anger as she unloaded. "Can you believe it? They're blaming me for everything that went down on Thursday. They said I was the one who instigated the aggression. And John? He's getting off scot-free without any warning or consequences. But that's not all - they're taking 'special precautions' now to prevent this from happening again. They even had the nerve to install security badges over the weekend." Darlene's jaw clenched, and her eyes burned with fury as she recounted the injustice done to her by those in charge.

As Laurisa and Ashley listened intently to Darlene's dilemma, Dimitris glided over to Avery and Christy’s small table. "Would you like to hear the specials?" he asked, his voice laced with charm. Avery, feeling out of place in such a fancy restaurant, looked at the menu in confusion as the waiter handed it to him. The pages were filled with unfamiliar dishes that he couldn't even begin to pronounce. Some had ingredients he had never heard of before, and others seemed too fancy for his simple taste buds.

Looking over at Christy for guidance, Avery saw her smiling warmly at Demetri. "Yes, please," she responded graciously, relieving Avery from the pressure of having to reply. He felt grateful for her quick thinking as he continued to feel nervous and out of place in this extravagant setting.

Dimitris recited a long list of intricate dishes, each with a complicated name and a list of ingredients that Avery could barely comprehend. “And finally, we have Ossobuco con risotto, Branzino al sale, & Moussaka with lamb,"  Demetri Paused as he looked over to Avery and Christy. He tried to look interested and knowledgeable, but his mind was spinning. Avery looked at Darlene, and she was busy chatting with her sisters.  He then looked over to Christy.  Christy could tell Avery was overwhelmed as she looked up to Dimitris. “I would like some more time to go over the menu.  Everything you said sounds delicious.” 

Feeling out of place and unsure of what to order, Avery anxiously scanned the menu once more. From "Parmigiana di Melanzane" to "Spaghetti alla Carbonara," every dish had a carefully crafted name that sounded like a work of art. He looked up at Dimitris again, hoping for some help.

Christy chimed in, "But before you leave, maybe you can suggest a reasonably priced Cabernet?"

Dimitris nodded confidently, "I have just the one - Silver Oak from Alexander Valley. It's exquisite."

A smile spread across Christy's face as she replied, "That sounds perfect, thank you."

With a slight bow, Dimitris walked over to attend to Darlene and her sisters' table who were still chatting away. He could hear them talking. “You can’t be serious; they blamed you for helping Avery!” Ashley almost shouted, and Dimitris gave her a look with a finger to his lips, silently asking her to quiet down.  Just before he was about to tell them about today's special, he noticed that Darlene had a few tears going down her face.  She quickly whipped them away.  “You ok, Ms Maltese?”  Dimitris said with a concerned look.  “Yes, I am just a rough day.” She tried her best to put on a smile but couldn’t.   “Well, I hope we can make your day better.” He smiled as he recited the menu.  Each of the girls listened and quickly made their selection. 

After they each made their selection, Larisa quickly placed an order of drinks before he could ask.  “We will all take one of your rosemary gin and tonics.  And make it a double for her. They are on my tab.”  Demetri smiled.  “No, mam, it will be one the house.  You all are like family here.”  He smiled as he memorized their order.  Just before he left, he quickly said to the three. “Avery, the young man looks like he may need help with the menu.  He looked bewildered. I didn’t want to embarrass him.”  He then nodded and walked off to get the drinks. 

Laurasia spoke up.  “He is right. I was watching him fidget a good bit while Demetri was telling him the menu.”  Laurisa carefully watched as Darlene was about to get up to help.  She grabbed her hand. “Darlene, let's just see what happens.” 

Darlene looked puzzled.  “But he needs help.”  Lauris was quick to reply. “He is with a Christy, so let's just see what happens.” Laurasia was paying attention not only to Avery but also to Darlene.  She knew there was something going on in Darlene’s mind.  She could read the concern on Darlene’s face.  “You don’t normally take this much interest in an employee at your work; why him?” 

“What, oh.  Ah, I don’t have any interest in him. I am just trying to protect him from John.” She fidgeted with her napkin as Laurasia watched.  “You sure that is it?”  “Yes, I am sure,” Darleen snapped back as Laurasia dropped the subject.  Ashley watched the tension rise for a second as she blurted in. “What are we going to do about this John character?” Both Darlene and Laurasia refocused their attention on Ashley as they contemplated their next move.

Dimitris returned with the bottle of wine Christy had ordered. The wine bottle was clearly meant to impress Avery and Christy. His hands delicately poured a small sample for Christy, who swirled it in her glass and nodded in approval. "This is an exquisite; good recommendation, thank you," she purred, feeling refreshed after tasting the flavors of the wine.
Just as Dimitris was about to pour some for Avery, the young man spoke up nervously. "I-I'm not old enough to drink," his face turning pink with embarrassment. Dimitris quickly pulled back the bottle, his expression shifting from friendly to stern in an instant. "My apologies, sir. I just figured..." Avery hung his head in shame, realizing that he had once again felt like he was being treated like a child. After all, he still was wearing diapers like a toddler. But he couldn't blame Dimitris for not assuming he was underage with the company he was with, all of them easily old enough to drink. Christy quickly spoke up and gave Dimitris her dinner order to break the mood.

Dimitris again turned his attention to Avery as he fumbled through the menu, struggling to pronounce any of the fancy dishes listed. "Um, I'll have the...spaghetti meal?" he asked tentatively, feeling even more out of place in this posh restaurant. Dimitris couldn't contain his amusement and let out a laugh. "Do you mean the Spaghetti alla Carbonara?" he said with a condescending smirk. Avery's face flushed red with mortification as he mumbled a yes, wanting nothing more than to disappear underneath the table. As the tension went to him, he could feel the warm sensation spreading between his legs and prayed that no one else could smell the evidence of his humiliation. “no, not in front of Christy,” He thought to himself as the diaper swelled and contained it quite well.

Avery continued to fidget in his seat, feeling embarrassed and foolish for not knowing what he had ordered. The warmth from the wet diaper only added to his discomfort. “You, ok? You know what you ordered, right?”. Christy asked, seeing the sad look on Avery’s face. "It's just spaghetti," he stammered, trying to cover up his mistake. Christy chuckled at his nervousness. "Don't worry, you can't really go wrong with anything here." But Avery couldn't shake off the embarrassment. When Christy asked if he knew what Carbonara was, he felt even more ashamed for not having a clue. He couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze as she explained the dish. “Avery, you should just have asked.  There is no shame in not knowing. Carbonara is wonderful. It is made with guanciale (cured pork), eggs, Pecorino Romano cheese, spaghetti pasta, and lots of black pepper.” As he listened, he felt small and inadequate in her presence. "I...I didn't know," he mumbled, wishing he had just asked instead of trying to appear knowledgeable. "It sounds delicious," he added meekly, hoping to salvage some dignity in front of Christy.

There was some silence afterward, and then Christy broke the silence. “Can I ask you a personal question?”  There was a pause as Avery felt so out of place in this restaurant, hiding a wet diaper underneath.  What was going to happen if he needed to pee.  What would he do? Could his diaper still contain it?  These were his thoughts just before Christy asked the question and broke the moment.  “Ah, sure, ask?”  Avery shifts in the chair nervously.  “Is it me? Do I make you nervous?  Did I do something wrong?”  Christy watched to see the behavior.  “It is just today. You have really been off, and I felt like you were avoiding me some today?”  Christy took a few good sips of her wine as she talked.

“No, No, it isn’t you.  It is me.”  In addition to feeling that everything was his fault. Avery didn’t want to say that he had never been on a real date, and this was the closest thing to a date.  He had never been in a fancy restaurant like this and had no idea how to act. On top of all that, he had to wear a diaper in hiding so that he wouldn’t wet his pants, which was now wet.  Avery paused as he tried to think of his next words carefully without looking up at Christy.  “I feel like I am the problem, not John.  I caused all this. I should have approached everything differently. John and his co-workers wouldn’t taunt you.   You were doing fine before I arrived.  Now, I got Darlene written up and trouble at work when she was just trying to protect me.”  Tears slide down Avery.  The day finally broke him. “I am the problem, not you.”

 
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Darlene's heart clenched as she watched Avery's tears fall; her instinct to comfort him was strong. Laurisa observed and could tell what Darlene was about to do. She placed her hand on hers and stopped her once again. "Let's watch for a little longer, see if he stops crying," Laurisa whispered. Darlene couldn't help but feel strange, almost like she was in the middle of a play and didn't know her lines. She longed to go over and soothe Avery, but something held her back. Did Christy say something cruel to him? Or did he wet himself? A million thoughts raced through her mind, making it hard to focus on anything else.

But then Laurisa spoke again, breaking Darlene from her reverie. "Tell me more about this John character," she said in a low voice. Darlene's eyes flashed with determination. Ashley then interjected. "I want to come up with a plan to make him pay for what he's done to my sister. We sisters stick together," she declared a hint of deviousness and excitement in her tone.

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Christy's heart constricted as she watched tears flow down Avery's face. She felt helpless, unsure of how to comfort him. This wasn't the reaction she was used to from men, especially not the confident and callous ones like John. Growing up, she had been taught that men were supposed to be tough and emotionless. But now, faced with Avery's vulnerable and raw emotion, she realized how wrong those teachings were.
Feeling lost for words, Christy reached for a glass of wine and handed it to Avery. "Take a sip," she urged, "you need it more than I do." Despite the fact that he was underage, Christy didn't care. All she wanted was to ease his pain in any way she could.

Avery took several gulps of wine as Christy nervously looked around to make sure Dimitris wasn’t in sight. She knew her actions were improper, but she couldn't bring herself to care. "Avery," she began hesitantly, "I've had my own troubles with John long before you came along. And while they may not have been as bad as this, Bryan always did his best to intervene and help me. John has such little regard for women...Sometimes, I start to believe that I am inferior, too."
She paused for a moment before adding bitterly, "I'm the only woman in his department who has lasted this long, and that's largely thanks to Bryan's support. And just so you know, he's also trying his best to help you now. He sees so much potential in you."

Tears continued to stream down Avery's face as he grabbed a napkin to wipe them away. "Thank you, Christy," his voice breaking with emotion. "It means a lot to hear that."
Dimitris came back with the main course meals, placing one in front of Christy and the other in front of Avery. The Spaghetti alla Carbonara that Avery ordered was served in a shallow bowl. Spaghetti noodles were lightly coated in a creamy, golden sauce, which was speckled with flecks of black pepper and small bits of crispy bacon. Shreds of freshly shaved Parmesan cheese and a sprig of parsley garnished the dish. The dish was rich and savory, with notes of garlic, pancetta, and butter. 

“Looks good, Avery.” Christy held up her fork with a bite of her own dish on it.  “Bonniette”.As she tasted her dish, Avery just smiled and took a bite of his dish for the first time.  The first bite was a burst of creamy, cheesy sauce that coated the palate. The salty, savory flavor of pancetta was balanced by the sharp bite of garlic and the warmth of black pepper. He had to admit he never tasted anything so tasty.  As he took his second bite, some of the creamy cheese sauce fell onto the top of his shirt, and he didn’t even notice as he was enjoying his food thoroughly.  The food was heavenly.
Christy stifled her laughter as she observed him devour his food in a frenzy. Either he was starving or had never tasted such deliciousness before! Meanwhile, Christy savored each bite, taking her time to truly appreciate the flavors. "Slow down and enjoy your food," she teased, taking a leisurely sip of wine. "We're not at McDonald's, and there's no rush here." They both chuckled at the thought of being kicked out of a fancy restaurant for eating too quickly. Avery tried his best to slow down and eat a more reasonable pace.

Dimitris approached Darlene and her sister's table, his steps light and graceful as he carried a large platter filled with mouth-watering dishes. Darlene couldn't help but notice Avery devouring his food with haste, lacking the refinement that was expected in their social circle. She found herself growing more curious about his background with each passing moment. Dimitris carefully placed the main course meal in front of Darlene, followed by Ashley and then Laurisa, creating a beautiful presentation for their dinner.

The aroma of authentic Greek cuisine wafted through the air, teasing their senses and making their mouths water. Each dish was a work of art, with vibrant colors and intricate details that showcased the chef's skill. "Let ‘s enjoy!" Ashley exclaimed eagerly as she began to dig into her own food. With one bite, the rich and savory flavors exploded on their taste buds, filling them with delight.

As they both joyed the pleasure of the food,  Ashley couldn't help but bring up the topic of John again as she wanted to know more. She leaned in, her eyes sparking with curiosity. "So, what do you know about John?  Can you give me any more details?"

Darlene's face soured at the mention of his name. "Not much. Just that he works for DNA Pharmica and is a total jerk."
Laurasia, always one to remain neutral, chimed in. "Do you know if he has any hobbies?"

Darlene stabbed at her food with her fork, hatred evident in her tone. "Besides being an ass and working out, not really."
Ashley took another bite of her meal before continuing. "And he's straight, right?"

"As straight as he can be," Darlene replied sarcastically.

Ashley's eyes lit up mischievously as she asked another question. "Could you possibly access his iPhone data from work?"

Both Darlene and Laurasia stopped eating, their attention fully on Ashley now. "Why would I want to do that?" Darlene questioned, suspicion coloring her voice.
"Maybe your little sister wants to pay him a visit," Ashley said with a devilish grin, knowing exactly how to push Darlene's buttons.

“No, you're not getting involved,” Darlene exclaimed, her voice rising in agitation. “John is a ticking time bomb, and I won't let you be the next victim of his rage.”

Ashley's expression hardened as she retorted, “Don't underestimate me, Darlene. I've dealt with men like him before. And I have ways of making them talk.”

Laurasia interjected with concern, “But what if he figures out who you are?”

“I'm a master at disguise, being men’s desire, and getting them to open up,” Ashley replied confidently. I've been in the escort business for over seven years, and no one has ever discovered my true identity.”

“But what about the risk?” Darlene pressed, her eyes flashing with worry.

“I am sure I can find a way to get close to him,” Ashley declared. “And once I do, I'll make sure he confesses his hatred for Avery or finds something that will ruin him.”

The three women continued to debate Darlene’s dilemma, their voices growing more intense as they discussed Ashley’s dangerous plan. Darlene and Laurasia tried to convince Ashley that her idea was reckless, put them all at risk, and not to do it. but she remained stubborn to drop the topic

Avery had finished his dinner for some time while Christy slowly worked on completing her dinner.  “So, have you seen any good movies this weekend?”  Avery perched up a little.  “Yes, I saw Free Guy.“ As he said this, he realized he had seen that with Darlene, which he wasn’t about to admit to.  Avery wanted to impress Christy, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say.

 “I have been thinking about it with all my spare time lately; I would like to a read book.  Do you have any suggestions? I remember you said you liked reading.”

Christy smiled.  She loved reading.  She thought for a second as she remembered Avery mostly liked fantasy and sci-fi movies.  “Have you tried the Harry Potter series?  I know it has been around for a while, and it is fun and easy to read.”   Avery blushed a little as he had only seen the Harry Potter movies, which he loved.  He really didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t read that. “I have,” Avery lied as he felt a pit in his stomach.  “I wanted to read something more recent and maybe outside of my normal taste.  What are you reading right now?”  Avery wanted so badly to show interest in her things.

Just as Christy was about to answer the question, Dimitri showed up with a large dessert plate, two smaller plates, and two spoons.  Darlene had ordered you both a dessert to share. Avery looked over to Darlene’s table and saw that they were already sharing what looked like the same dessert.  Ashley and Laurisa were in heavy conversation as Darlene looked over at Avery and tried to give me a smile, but Avery turned away, still upset with the whole tucking his pants in.

As Dimitris left, Christy finished the sentence: “Right now, I am reading a book called The Passengers by John Marrs. In a way, it reminds me a lot of The Hunger Games.” Christy motioned for Avery to take the first bite of the Tiramisu.  He dug his spoon in and got a little too large of a portion of cake as he tried to fit some of the Tiramisu in his mouth, and some dropped on his shirt and napkin on his lap.  He quickly tried to remove what was on his shirt with his napkin as it smudged a little.  Christy pretended not to notice and took a bite of the Tiramisu as she explained the gist of the book.

“The book centers around the widespread adoption of self-driving cars as the new, safer standard. However, eight individuals from diverse backgrounds are caught in a perilous situation when disaster strikes. Their distress is captured by cameras hidden in their vehicles; it is broadcast to millions of people worldwide. Ultimately, the public will have to decide: Who deserves to be saved? And who should be sacrificed first?”

 “Sounds interesting. Maybe I will read that.” Avery talked, his mouth full of another bite from the desert.  This wasn’t the first time he spoke with his mouth full.  Several times during dinner, Christy wanted to tell him to chew with his mouth closed but stopped herself.  It didn’t bother her, but she found it rather comical.  All in all, she was enjoying herself with Avery in between awkward moments.  She had never really eaten with someone who was so clueless about a restaurant like this. It was like taking a kid out to a fancy restaurant for the first time.  Except he wasn’t a kid.

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As the conversation finally dropped over John and what to do with him, Darlene paid the bill for everyone, including Avery and Christy, even as Laurasia and Ashley protested. “It was my turn to pay anyway, and I appreciate you all coming to let me vent my frustrations. It has helped.”

Ashley looked over at Avery and Christy.  They were laughing about something.  “Looks like the two kiddos are getting along.”  Darlene turned and noticed this.  She had to admit she was jealous a little.  Laurasia was very observant of Darlene and watched her several times through the night look over at Avery.  There was more to Avery being a coworker than she could put her finger on.   She didn’t want to bring it up in front of Ashley, so she thought she would talk to Darlene privately in person or on the phone later.

Ashley was a little intoxicated, as she had no appointments tonight and was enjoying herself. She looked at Darlene. “Shall we go over to the kiddy table and tell them we are leaving, or leave them be.”  She giggled. Laurasia elbowed her sister. “Be nice.”  She knew her sister could get sarcastic and sometimes say things that shouldn’t be said. “Just saying it got to be the kiddy table since one is in diapers.” She laughed to herself. “But ok, I will behave.” Darlene folded her napkin, placed it on the table, and stood up.

Darlene's voice was laced with a sense of disappointment as the dinner was coming to an end. She stood up, grabbed her purse, and hugged each of her sisters good night. Christy couldn't help but notice as everyone else started to stand up and hug one another. She thought to herself, how nice it must be to be so close to your siblings.

“I think they are leaving, which means we should be going,” she quietly said to Avery, who simply nodded and smiled. Avery wanted to tell her how much he enjoyed spending time with her, but fear kept his words locked inside. As Christy stood up, folding her napkin neatly and placing it on the table, she spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "We should do this again sometime. Maybe somewhere less expensive." Avery's smile faltered for a moment before he replied, "Yes, I would like that."

Avery's stomach dropped with dismay as he shifted his weight, feeling the unmistakable squish of a soaked diaper beneath him. The slick, plastic material pressed against his skin, and the warm wetness made him feel like a toddler again. He could even see the bulging outline of the saturated diaper through his pants, a constant reminder of his embarrassing situation. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he slowly stood up, hoping no one had noticed his predicament. His face burned with shame as he wadded up his napkin and tossed it onto the table.

Darlene had just joined them, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "I hope you both enjoyed your evening," she said with a forced smile, her eyes falling upon the food smudges on Avery's shirt. Without thinking, she reached over to grab the wadded-up napkin and began to dip it into Avery’s ice water to clean him off. Darlene's expression changed instantly as she remembered the previous incident with Avery outside the restaurant. She could feel Christy's eyes burning into him with a mix of confusion and disgust at what she was about to do. Avery was standing there, blushing and obviously unhappy. Darlene quickly dropped the napkin and tried to pretend nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

Before things could get any more awkward, Darlene spoke up again. "Well, Christy, it was lovely of you to join us tonight. I'll be taking Avery back home now." The tension between them was palpable as they all walked out of the restaurant in uncomfortable silence. As they said their goodbyes outside, Avery felt a mix of anger and shame towards Darlene and himself. He knew Darlene was just trying to help, but he couldn't shake off the humiliation he felt at that moment. All he wanted was to be alone and deal with his own emotions.

 

[BabySofia]

Good update! 

So I'm seeing mommy is Darlene, but Christy definitely has a chance of becoming the girlfriend? I'm enjoying your tale here! Look forward to more!

[Eagle0769]

This was and as always a great chapter.

I missed Darlene's baby/toddler play like changing his wet diaper or putting him into an Omni she bought him.

She wants to be his Mommy but what is going on at work is distracting her.  

Thank you for the update 😀

[parkintochter]

Really good story, thank you!

[parkintochter]

Since she already checks if he diapers himself correctly, I wonder if in the near future he isn't allowed anymore to fiddle with his diaper at all

[TheJ]

Girl, if I was Gondwana, I would never have split up with you.

That's the best my sleep deprived butt can come up with, but I couldn't stop myself from brainstorming (buttstorming?) after Laurasia first appeared in the story. Do you perhaps use autocorrect that holds grudges against Larisa? The chapter was like picking up Larisa's coffee order from Starbucks for a week, which was too amusing, at least in my current condition.

You keep painting an exquisite picture of Avery looking and feeling out of place, and of the rising tensions inside the (love) triangle: Avery's mystique and Darlene's off-putting hands-on conduct. I knew the mess that Avery would make the moment he uttered spaghetti out of his mouth. Isn't there an unwritten rule that you do not order spaghetti on a date because there's no dignified way to eat it? Twist the fork all you like, but the dangling ends coated with sauce will still dance on your chin.

On 4/5/2024 at 2:34 AM, FingerToes said:

His hands delicately poured a small sample for Christy, who swirled it in her glass and nodded in approval. "This is an exquisite; good recommendation, thank you," she purred, feeling refreshed after tasting the flavors of the wine.

As a person who hasn't learnt to appreciate the art of wine, the first image that popped into my head is Christy thinking: "Okay. This tastes like wine. Now say something smart."

On 4/5/2024 at 2:34 AM, FingerToes said:

Christ walked casually up, putting her iPhone away, which she was using to help find the place.

So turns out Jobs went to heaven and sold Jesus on an iPhone. I guess those Christian content filters paid off. I expected him, sorry, her to be more fun...

I need someone to lock up my phone at night. I can't keep living like this. I hope it at least produced funny commentary. Anyway, until the next nightly chapter read! I will devour the rest of this story like Avery a bowl of fancy pants pasta.

[FingerToes]

Here is the next installment.  I hope this leaves you hanging—evil laugh.

Chapter 27 - Outburst

As Darlene drove Avery home, she could feel the tension between them. She didn’t like it. She knew she had overstepped her bounds twice during dinner, but she thought she should be given some slack for everything she had done for him. What she has done for him has always been to look out for him.  She didn’t understand her own emotions and why she felt the need. It wasn’t just about work telling her to look at him but something deeper.  She looked over a couple of times as she drove with him with Avery just looking away from her. 

She tried to have a conversation a few times, asking him how he liked the restaurant, but he never said a word.  He could have at least said thank you for paying for both him and Christy.  It wasn’t a cheap dinner.

But Avery continued to sit in the passenger seat of Darlene's car; he couldn't help but feel a knot of anger and betrayal in his chest. He was angry at her, and he made it clear by ignoring her. Her actions towards him made him feel how incapable he was of taking care of himself. And to make matters worse, Christy, the girl he had been trying so hard to impress, had witnessed it all. He could feel her judgmental gaze on him as Darlene continued to belittle and infantilize him. The thought of her finding out about his diaper and what had happened at Darlene's house filled him with shame and fear. He didn't want her to see him as anything less than a mature and capable young man, but now he knew that chance was gone. Despite his anger towards Darlene for treating him like a helpless child, there was still a part of him that secretly enjoyed the attention and care she showered on him. It made him feel special and loved in a way he hadn't felt before. Avery resented himself for having those feelings. He wondered if Christy had picked up on any of this or if she just saw him as a pathetic boy unable to take care of himself.

The SUV came to a stop at the red light, and Darlene glanced over at Avery in the passenger seat. He was still facing away from her, staring out the window with an angry expression on his face. His shirt was untucked once again, with a new stain near his left pant pocket, where he must have rubbed it in while wiping his hands with his napkin. It was a mixture of the cheese sauce and tiramisu that he had for dessert. Darlene shook her head in frustration, realizing that Avery had no idea how to behave in a nice restaurant like the one they had just left.

She turned off the radio, which was playing softly in the background. "Avery, I know you're mad, but avoiding me won't solve anything. I'm sorry for what happened," she said, trying to break the tense silence between them. But Avery remained silent as the light turned green, and Darlene drove towards his apartment complex.

As they pulled up to his building, Darlene sighed and spoke again. "I'll see you tomorrow. Hopefully, you can get some rest." But Avery didn't respond. He simply got out of the car and slammed the door before storming off into his apartment without looking back. Darlene felt a surge of anger rises within her, but she took deep breaths to calm herself down. She couldn't stoop to Avery's childish level; someone had to be the mature one in this situation.

She waited until Avery disappeared inside before starting the SUV and driving off. She couldn't help but feel frustrated with his behavior. It felt like she was dealing with a sulking child rather than an adult who should know better.

Darlene's grip on the steering wheel was so tight that her knuckles turned white. As she drove away from the apartment complex, the memories of Avery's visit to her home swirled in her mind like a never-ending storm cloud. The thought of going back to that empty, lonely space made her stomach churn, and bile rose up in her throat. With a defeated sigh, she pulled into the parking lot of her favorite liquor store, hoping to numb the pain and delay facing her loneliness at home for a little while longer.

As she pushed a cart through the aisles, running her fingers over the smooth labels of familiar wines and exploring new ones, Darlene's mind was consumed with negative thoughts. This was usually a calming activity for her, but today, it only served to amplify her feelings of emptiness and despair. She couldn't shake off the feeling that even this simple task would be tainted by her ever-present loneliness.

Replying to the events of today, Darlene shook her head softly. From getting written up at work to Avery being angry with her for trying to take care of him, it seemed as though nothing was going right in her life right now. She felt like she deserved a break, a moment of respite from the constant barrage of problems and failures that seemed to follow her wherever she went today. But as she reached for yet another bottle of wine, she knew deep down that this temporary distraction would only lead to more regret and self-loathing later on as she committed herself not to drink herself to sleep tonight.

As she picked up a new bottle and read the label, her iPhone rang. She pulled it out of her purse and saw that it was her sister Laurisa calling.

"Hey, sis," Darlene answered as she put on her headset. "I wasn't expecting you to call tonight," Darlene continued.

"Yeah, I know. But I'm worried about you and Avery. What's going on?" Laurisa asked, sounding concerned.

"I'm fine, really. You don't need to worry," Darlene replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Don't give me that, Darlene. I'm your older sister. I know there's something more going on with this guy from work.

You've never been this protective over someone like that before," Laurisa prodded.

"I'm just looking out for him like I was instructed to at work," Darlene insisted.

"But you called him a boy earlier. He's a young man, Darlene," Laurisa pointed out.

"I meant young man. It just slipped out," Darlene clarified defensively.

"You may have said 'young man,' but your subconscious definitely said 'boy'. What's really going on? Did something happen when he came over last Thursday?" Laurisa pressed.

Darlene hesitated before finally admitting: "No, nothing happened. We just watched a movie."

Laurisa could tell there was something more to this than Darlene was leading on. "Hmm, sure, it doesn't seem like anything happened based on how you were acting at dinner tonight. You were practically jumping out of your seat every time he breathed," Laurisa observed.

Darlene sighed. "Okay, fine. Maybe I was a little overly concerned for him. It won’t happen anymore. I'm done looking out for him just because work has asked me to."

Laurisa could pick up on the emotions that Darlene was feeling. "Just be careful, sis. Your hormones are still all over the place from pumping so much breast milk. You haven't been yourself since the miscarriage," Laurisa warned.

"I know, I know. But I'll be fine. Thanks for checking in, Sis," Darlene reassured her.

"Alright, just promise me you'll talk to me about it and be careful. I worry about you," Laurisa said with concern.

"I will, I promise. Love you, sis," Darlene replied sincerely.

"Love you too," Laurisa echoed before they hung up.

Darlene made her way to the checkout stand, her mind reeling from the conversation with her sister. She knew she was getting too involved with Avery, and that's why her emotions were all over the place. As she approached the counter with a cart full of wine, she paused and looked at the liquor aisle. It was a cool night, and she couldn't help but think of the times when she and her sisters would sit by the fire and take shots of Goldschlager while talking about their problems with boys or girls, in Laurisa's case.

She grabbed a bottle and a shot glass, not sure what she was going to do with it yet. But one thing was for sure: she needed to find a way to clear her head and sort out her feelings before things got too complicated.

As Darlene stood at the checkout counter with her cart full of wine, she couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that her emotions were getting the best of her. She knew her sister was right - she had been getting too close to Avery's situation, and it was starting to affect her own mental state.

The cashier scanned each bottle of wine with a polite smile, breaking the silence that surrounded Darlene. "Stocking up for a party?" he asked cheerfully.

Darlene forced a smile and replied, "Oh, just stocking up for myself. It's been one of those days, you know?"
The cashier nodded sympathetically as he continued scanning the bottles. "I hear you. Wine always helps take the edge off."

Darlene chuckled softly, grateful for the small moment of understanding from a stranger. "Yeah, that's the plan."
As the last bottle was scanned, Darlene reached into her purse, pulled out her wallet, and paid the cashier.

With a heavy heart, Darlene left the liquor store, her arms full of wine bottles and a bottle of Goldschlager. While she drove home, she passed by one of her favorite parks - a peaceful oasis in the midst of the bustling city. The park was known for its friendly ducks and geese, as well as the occasional sighting of rabbits and chipmunks.

Despite the tempting prospect of a tranquil afternoon at the park, Darlene couldn't shake off the events that had transpired earlier in the day. She quickly decided to pull into the parking lot with a heavy sigh and made her way to a bench by the small man-made lake. The sun was beginning to set, casting a beautiful orange glow over the water.
Darlene set down her purchases on the bench and took out a shot glass she had picked up at the store. She poured herself a shot of Goldschlager, relishing in the familiar warmth that spread through her body with each sip. "To the end of a shitty day," she muttered before downing the shot.

As she sat there, watching the sunset and sipping on her drink, Darlene couldn't help but reflect on her relationship with Avery. They had gotten into this thing that was going on between them right now over what she did, and now he wasn't speaking to her. It infuriated her not to have control over the situation, especially since she was convinced she could make him see things her way. She could just let it go.

She absentmindedly ran her fingers along the rim of the shot glass as she thought about their last encounter - when he had voluntarily breastfed from her. It had been a deeply intimate moment, but now she wondered if it had caused some sort of underlying tension between them.

With a heavy heart and another shot finished, Darlene decided to call it a day and headed back home. The sun had disappeared behind the horizon, leaving behind a peaceful stillness in the park's atmosphere - a stark contrast to the turmoil within Darlene's mind. She knew she was in for a long, restless night of no sleep as she got up and headed back to her SUV.

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Avery burst through the front door, slamming it shut behind him, not caring about any of the neighboring apartments about the loud noise. Huffing, he kicked off his shoes and tossed his pants onto the floor. As he headed to the bedroom, Avery's hands reached down and pulled apart the Velcro tabs of his crinkled-soaked diaper. The diaper was cold and wet in Avery's grasp, squishing under his fingers as he wadded it up. The tapes were sticky and tough to pull apart, causing him to let out a quiet growl of frustration. As he wadded the diaper up, he sat it down on the kitchen counter, where it lay wet and squishy. Once the diaper was removed, it left a cool, damp spot where the fabric had been pressed against his skin. His face contorted into a grimace as he mumbled to himself, eventually turning away from the counter with a look of disgust.

Avery walked over to his dresser, a sense of frustration and anger bubbling within him. He forcefully pulled out a pair of boxer shorts. "I am not a fucking baby," he shouted in his empty apartment, feeling the need to assert himself. He slid on his boxers without wiping himself down, glad to be rid of the diaper and Darlene. He stormed over to the sofa and turned on his PlayStation, loading up one of his favorite games, Ratchet and Clank. He was going to play till his anger went away. With every move of the controller, he felt some of his pent-up emotions release as he took out his aggression on the virtual bad guys. But even amidst the chaos of the game, Avery couldn't ignore the touch of Darlene's hand as she smoothed out his shirt and brushed against his diaper in front of Christy. The image played over and over in his head. Normally, he would have enjoyed this attention alone with her, but right now, he was too worked up to appreciate it. "Fucking take that!" he yelled at the screen as he continued to shoot down enemies in the game, trying to distract himself from the uncomfortable situation in his real life.

An hour dragged by, the game's difficulty increasing with each level. Avery's frustration mounted, and his palms grew slick with sweat as he furiously pressed buttons on his controller. But no matter how skilled he was, it seemed like the game was against him. In a burst of anger, he flung the controller across the room, its plastic body colliding with the wall on the other side. "Fucking game cheats," Avery cursed under his breath, his heart racing with adrenaline.

Avery's mind was a whirlwind of emotions, each one pulling him in a different direction. He needed to calm down, but he felt like he couldn’t, so he stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the shower. In the midst of his turmoil, he had totally forgotten about his valium which he could have taken when he got home. He dropped his boxers on the bathroom floor and stepped in the shower, letting the hot water cascade over his body. But it wasn't enough to soothe his frustration, and with a helpless cry, he lashed out and punched the shower wall. The heat only seemed to intensify his confusion and anger. Tears streamed down Avery's red and blotchy cheeks, his shoulders shaking with each sob. The once calm bathroom was now a disheveled mess, bits of shampoo and soap bottles scattered on the floor, which he knocked down as he through his fit of rage.

Tears continued to well up in Avery's eyes and spilled over as sobs racked his body. He wasn't even sure what he was crying about anymore; his emotions were just too much to handle. For what felt like an eternity, he alternated between crying and hitting the shower wall until exhaustion finally overtook him, and he rested his head against the tile. The shower water felt both hot and cold against his skin, adding to the intensity of his emotions. His knuckles were raw from hitting the hard tile, and his body ached from the physical and emotional strain.

Avery's soapy fingers ran through his hair as he tried to relax under the hot water. But then, a loud pounding on his front door shattered his peace. He froze, water still running over his closed eyes and down his chest. He strained to hear the muffled voice outside, but all he could make out was, "Open up!" Panic rising in his chest, Avery shut off the shower and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist. Racing towards the door, he couldn't shake the thought that something terrible must have happened for someone to be banging on his door like this. Was the apartment complex on fire?

"Hold on... Let me get dressed," Avery shouted back at the person, hoping they would give him a moment to collect himself before confronting them. But they continued to yell insistently from the other side of the door. "Avery Sage! Open this door now! I know you're in there ignoring me. Open up!" His heart dropped as he recognized the voice to be Darlene's.

What was she doing back? He checked the clock and saw that it was only 7:22 p.m., still early in the evening. With a sense of dread, Avery realized he had no choice but to face her before she caused a scene outside of the apartment complex. Hurriedly, he wrapped a tan towel around his waist and went to open the front door.

“Finally,” Darlene said as she pushed past him as soapy water was dripping down his face and body with his half-wet towel wrapped around his waist. “I have been knocking for over 10 minutes.”

“I couldn’t hear you,” Avery said, closing the door. This was the first time Darlene had set foot in his small one-bedroom apartment. “Obviously, I was in the shower.” Avery’s tone was sarcastic and not at all inviting. 

“I am sorry for getting you out of the shower. I didn’t know. I guess I am going to be apologizing a lot this evening.” Darlene said in a remorseful tone. Darlene's eyes swept over the small living room, taking in its sparse and humble furnishings. The sofa was faded and sagging, with worn spots on the armrests where people had rested their arms for years with mismatched pillows on it and a blanket draped halfway on it. The coffee table was scratched and marked with various rings from cups and plates. The old TV stand looked precarious, almost comical in its attempt to support the flat-screen TV as it was on two cinder blocks with a board across them. It was clear that this was not a well-furnished apartment. A controller by the wall near the door is lying upside down.

“I came by because I don’t want to end the night like this.  I wanted to talk about everything that has happened between us.” Darlene’s voice was concerned as she could tell Avery didn’t look right. His body was shaking, and it wasn’t just from getting out of the shower.

“Nothing has happened; I don’t know what you're talking about.” Avery started to turn around and walk away. “Just forget everything and leave me be.”

“See, you are doing it again. You’re trying to ignore me when I try to talk to you.”  Darlene’s voice rose. “I am concerned about you, and I am trying to talk to you like grown-ups.”

Avery just continued to walk towards his bedroom, and Darlene took a few more steps into the apartment, between the living room and kitchen. She could see the top of the kitchen counter had a wadded-up dirty diaper lying disgustingly on it.  She rolled her eyes and then shouted. “STOP RIGHT THERE AND TURN AROUND. WE ARE GOING TO TALK!”

Avery’s emotions kicked back in, and he turned around and stopped his feet on the ground a few times like a toddler would when they were having a tantrum.  “I DON'T HAVE TO TALK TO YOU. I AM NOT GOING TO TALK TO YOU. I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU. I WANT YOU TO GO AWAY FOREVER!  YOU ARE NOT MY MOM!”  He said the words so quickly and didn’t even realize what he said.  His attitude took Darlene aback.  She wasn’t sure what she should do. He was being unreasonable.

There was a half-empty Sprite can on the coffee table, which Avery was standing next to in a towel.  In anger at Darlene, Avery reached down, picked it up, and threw it at her.

 The soda can hit Darlene square in the chest, and some spilled down her blouse. As she was in total shock at what happened, Avery immediately turned and ran and slammed the bedroom door shut.  She could hear him locking it and crying loudly. “GET OUT OF HERE.  I DON'T WANT YOU HERE.  YOU WILL JUST END UP LEAVING ME LIKE THEY ALL DO. I HATE YOU FOR IT!” 

Through sobs and shaking, his voice echoed through the closed door. "Everyone hates me! Everyone leaves me!" And Darlene knew then that his outburst wasn't just directed at her but at everyone who had ever abandoned him. She could hear him crying loudly, feeling helpless and alone on the other side of that locked door.

“Everyone hates me. Everyone leaves me!” Avery screamed as his whole body was shaking, and he fell to the floor, pulling his knees up close to his chest and rocking back and forth.

Darlene walked over to the bedroom door and tried to open it, but it confirmed what she already knew: It was locked. “Come on, Avery, let me in. I am not here to fight,” she said in a soft voice, but it was met with a loud thud against the door as he threw something at it. “GO AWAY. I HATE YOU! I HATE ALL OF YOU!” Avery screamed at her.

“Fine, I am leaving, Avery.” She sighed and started to walk away, but just before she got to the front door to leave, she stopped and looked back at the locked door as she rested her hand on the doorknob to leave the apartment.
 

[Pierry Louys]

That was a mean cliffhanger rsrs 

[Eagle0769]

An amazing chapter ending with an evil laugh.

That was great had to go back and read what Michelle did that embarrassed

him in front of Christie. She has feelings for him too.

I thought for sure it was John bagging on his door happy it was Michelle

hoped she would go talk to him knew the shots would help.

He is in his room crying like a baby towel wrapped around his waist laying on

the floor in a fetal position.

Michelle as a wet blouse and is feeling maternal she should open and close the

door and not leave and wait for him to come out.