Standing now at the foot of the bed near Jordan’s feet. Sally began unfolding the purple diaper. She stretched it out, “Ok baby lift your bum for me.” Eyes closed and hands at her sides, Jordan was truthfully paying rather careful attention to the sensations around her privates. Sally slid the disposable garment under her teenage daughter and centered it. “Honey mamma needs you to spread your legs apart a little more,” Sally whispered.
A look of shock formed on Sally’s face as her daughter obeyed. “Oh dear Jordan, you’ve got a really bad rash developing! Why didn’t you tell Momma about this? We need to get this taken care of tonight…poor baby…this is gonna get bad…haven’t you been hurting down there?”