“No, no…. it’s OK,” she said, trying to smooth things over. “I just wasn’t expecting it…”
“You sure?”
She really wasn’t, but she nodded anyway. She was on autopilot…. again. Eventually, she got herself relaxed and eventually Ron’s hands found their way back onto her feet. This time, instead of freaking out, she giggled.
“What?” he asked, seeming more annoyed than guilty.
“That tickles,” she replied.
“So?”
She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. He had a right to know…or at the very least, the right to stay dry.
“I pee when you tickle me,” she explained. “As a matter of fact, I’m pretty wet right now.”
Ron contemplated a minute and then asked her the dreaded question. Megan saw it coming and winced.
“That diaper…. is it yours?”

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