The kid was right: Steve was helpless. Any other time, he would easily overpower his son and ened this. But, immobilized as he was, he couldn’t do anything to stop his son as he unfolded the diaper and laid it under his ass. His heart starting to pound, he yelled out, “Leah! Leah!”
“She’s not here. I fired her this morning,” Blake said as he pulled one of the ropes and lowered his dad onto the thick garment, his legs still sticking up.
“You what?! Who gave you the authority to do that?!”
“You did. While you were still groggy from the painkillers, your manager Dave and I got you to sign paperwork giving me control of your care, your affairs, and all your assets. Everything is settled, and I’ll take good care of you.”