The next morning I awoke to find Jacquelyn was already up and gone from her room. At first I had forgot about the diaper, but then I sat up and felt the oddest feeling. It felt like I was sitting on wet grass or something like that. I pulled the soft blanket back and seen that not only was the sheet beneath me dry, but so were my pajamas. I felt the front of the diaper through my pajama pants.
“Wow!” I gasped, “It really worked!”
And then panic set in.
What was I supposed to do now? Take off the wet diaper and do what with it? Mercifully John walked in just in time; another second or two and I would have worked myself into a full-on shark frenzy.