All in all, our visit to Pichaloe’s turned out to be really nice and I’m glad that they weren’t upset that I didn’t like their fancy foods.
Now, had the extravagant evening ended there, I would have been quiet happy, but as with everything good in my life, it couldn’t end happily. Mr. Rawnwe came back to our table as Mom and John were getting up and they thanked him profusely for the meal. I started to stand up too and as I did I remembered for the first time that evening that I was wearing a normal diaper. What made me conscious of it again was the fact that it felt oddly heavy between my thighs. Apparently I had once again wet in my diaper without knowing it.
“Not again!” I thought to myself.