Amazingly, John didn’t make me lie down on the floor so that he could tape the diaper on me. No, he did it while I was standing. It was quite remarkable to look down and watch as he slipped it between my legs, pulled it up and taped it into place.
“There, how’s that?” he asked.
I nodded again and gave a simple answer of, “It’s good.”
Thankfully, he reached back into the armoire and pulled out a pair of pants and a crisp clean white button up shirt. It seemed that he was helping me get dressed up more than what I thought I needed to be, but it wasn’t until he was zipping up my pants that he revealed why.