Chastity arched an eyebrow at him. “From time to time, eh? Maybe you should consider devoting more energy to insightfulness.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Chastity looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?”
“Well, if I was insightful more often, then it wouldn’t be nearly as funny when I do something silly… then it would just be stupid.”
Chastity thought about it for a moment and then frowned. “Okay, I don’t exactly follow, but whatever floats your boat.”
Jack shrugged. “It wasn’t the best train of thought I’ve had.”
“I’m surprised it managed to leave the station,” Chastity quipped.
“Hey! Be nice!”
Chastity gave him a demure look. “If I feel like it.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jack asked.
Chastity shrugged. “Oh, nothing,” she said ever so innocently as she took a few steps away, and lifted her skirt to show off her diaper again, enjoying the mind games she was playing with Jack. She was not, however, prepared for the smack her diapered bottom received.