Her mind a-swim with disturbing thoughts, Chastity lifted her head and pushed up from Jack a bit to look down at him more squarely. “Jack?” she asked quietly.
“Yes?” he answered, regarding her casually.
“Do… do you think I’m a baby?” she asked.
At once a glib remark came to him, that yes, he thought she was a baby, but there was something in her expression, an earnestness, perhaps, that checked his humor and brought truth to the fore. “No,” he answered. “Not at all.”
“Good,” she murmured. “Very good.”
He frowned at her. “Why so concerned about it?”
“I don’t know… I was just thinking about my nightmare and then my diapers and how something like this happened to me when I was a little girl,” she explained, her words all but tumbling over one another.

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