“Hands off, good babies don’t play with themselves.” She smiled wickedly, “You’d better get back to bed.”
Ben didn’t know what to say.
“Maybe I can sit by you on the bus tomorrow?” Hannah asked.
Ben nodded, “Yeah, definitely.”
“And maybe you’d better be a good little boy and wear a nappy?”
“What? I can’t!” Ben shook his head, “People might notice.”
Hannah smiled, “And then they’d realise you’re nothing but a baby bedwetter?”
Ben was confused, he couldn’t tell if she was trying to be horrible, here she was teasing him, and yet it didn’t seem to be maliciously. It seemed more like teasing him about his bedwetting excited her, was she telling the truth when she’d said his bedwetting had turned her on? Did she really like the fact he wet his bed every night, like a helpless baby?