He twisted open the top of the baby powder, verified that the girls were still busy at the card table, then lifted the front of the diaper and sprinkled a dusting of powder over his crotch.
The gentle touch of the powder settling softly on his penis sent Kim’s hormones raging, while the distinctive perfume of the powder and its indelible association with babyhood unleashed a flood of conflicting memories and emotions. In particular, he recalled an experience that was among his earliest independent memories, one that no adult had since mentioned and that he could, therefore, be certain was a true memory and not someone else’s story to which he had added mental images. Kim gazed at Heather, who appeared to be tying her shoes beside the card table, and remarked on the irony that she had been indirectly responsible for his recent activities in the basement.