The phone rang and it was Karen’s sister Kathy calling again.
Kathy was taking her kids to the mall and wanted to know if Karen wanted to join her.
Karen quickly agreed and then hung up/
She realized she was still wearing the wet Underjam from the previous night.
The wet spot on her sheets had actually dried overnight but the Underjam was damp and sagging lower on her hips.
Karen still needed to pee but she decided to wait a few minutes and come up with a plan.
OK, so what should my adventure be, Karen asked herself.
She decided to pull on some black shorts and take her garbage out to the dumpster.
Her apartment was a two-story flat and she had to carry her garbage across the parking lot to throw it out.
Karen quickly hurried across the parking lot and stood next to the dumpster.
She decided to release her bladder again.
Karen immediately felt pee trickling down her leg.
This was a bit of a surprise.
Her diaper didn’t seem that wet last night,
but something about laying on it had changed the absorbency.
The diaper didn’t seem to hold any of her pee and Karen found herself making a huge puddle on the ground.
The wetness was barely visible on her black shorts,
but she felt the wetness and cautiously snuck back across her parking lot.
As she stepped onto the cement sidewalk,
she quickly noticed a danger in her plan.
Her flip-flops left small wet prints on the sidewalk as she walked.
What if someone came out of one of the neighboring apartments?
Would they see the wet footprints?
Would they see the sagging diaper bulging under her black shorts?
To her relief, no one noticed as Karen slipped back into her apartment.
Karen felt somewhat naughty as she went back inside and once again looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.
She pretended to make excuses.
“I’m sorry mommy, I couldn’t hold it.”
That was fun,
Karen thought to herself.
he liked the risk of getting caught,
but it was only a minor thrill.
She really wanted someone to catch her.
She wanted to see their reaction.
But she didn’t want the consequences.