“I promise.”
“A wet diaper did not endear me to either the lumberjacks or the other inmates in the lockup.”
“I’m so sorry,” said Flower. “That must have been so embarrassing. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
Bridget smiled. She thought about all the things she could do to Flower. Should she put her on a bacon diet? Make her stand there and wet her pants in front of Deborah, or better yet make her poop herself like Deborah had done Friday night? “I’ll think about how you can make things up to me. Until then, just keep the diapers a secret.”
“I can do that, I think,” said Flower.
“You’d better,” said Deborah.
Bridget had been napping when she heard a knock at her door. She got up and threw on some shorts over her diaper and answered the door. It was Derek.