“Night,” Jack said after her, and went into his. He found settling into his crib presented no difficulties for him psychologically, either that or he was, as he had stated, too tired to put up a fight, or really worry about it. Bed was bed.
But, as he settled in for the night, he had a sudden feeling that when the week was over, when he and Chastity no longer needed diapers, everything was going to change, perhaps back to the way it was. This feeling haunted Jack until sleep took him—no great span of time, thankfully—and it would be there in the morning, waiting.

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