She was my maid, my nurse, and my caregiver. I wanted to lay in her arms and simply stare up into her lovely, gentle eyes. I fell completely in love with her at that moment. I knew she was right, I needed her.
Later that morning Pauline had some friends over for coffee. No one there understood that I was a thinking, mature adult (except for Pauline). Her friends smiled as one of them put me to her shoulder and patted my diaper padded bottom. I drooled and jabbered, trying desperately to talk. One of them told Pauline that she was amazed that my eyes seemed to respond to everything around me. She said it was almost like I understood what they were talking about.
