I sat up and looked her in the eye, she sat down next to me and started rubbing my back. “Well, it’s just that me and my daddy always used to go to the grape vine for special occasions, that was our favorite resturant” Then I started crying even harder. She pulled me into a hug and rocked me. It made me feel a little bit better. I lost control of my bladder, but didn’t even care. Angela wiped my tears away and sat me on her lap and cuddled me. The boys walked in, all ready to go out for dinner.

“There’s my girl. How ya doin Lacey?”

“Good” I said in a muffled voice.

Angela gave him a look and he cleared his throat in a weird way and said it was getting late, so we better go. When I looked around the boys were dressed in business suits and Angela and Teresa were in dresses, I guessed I missed when they changed. I felt very childish, with just a pink pleated skort on and a t-shirt that said ‘Sugar’ on it, with some pink flip-flops on. I wanted to dress up too, but I didn’t even have nice clothes to wear. Oh well. We got to the resturant and we were escorted to a table that was already full of people. I guess the whole company went for dinner too. I was the only kid, which made me feel even more small. When it was time to order, I was given a colouring page with a kids menu on the back. I ordered chicken fingers, with fries and a coke. I wasn’t really spoken to except by Angela, Teresa,
Adam and Bill. The only time I was recognized is when I got a short introduction from Adam, but that was it. By the time dinner was over I ate all my dinner, had 3 glasses of coke, a piece of cheesecake and a bowl of chocolate ice-cream. I had a huge stomache ache. During dinner I peed in my diaper twice more, and I really had to poop.

“Angela” I whispered to her, tugging on her arm.

“Yeah sweetie?”

“Umm… I gotta go potty” I said again.

“Just go pee in your diaper hunnie, that is what it is for.”

“No uhh… I gotta….uhh… go poo-poo” I said in a nervous voice.

“Ooh okay, it is okay, you can go here, when you are done we can go change you”

“NO! I am NOT a baby! I want to go in the toilet!” I said that a little bit too loudly, and I got a few stares.

I was so embarrased! I ran to the bathroom and went into a stall! I remembered that I had to go poop so I pulled my skort down and started to untape the diaper but it was too late. I was so frustrated with myself, I can’t believe I didn’t make it! I just pulled my skort back up and sat on the toilet. Angela came in looking for me. She knocked on the stall but
I didn’t say anything. She knew it was me and tried to get me out.

“NO NOT UNTIL MY DADDY COMES BACK! NOW GO AWAY!” I yelled at her.