The clock strikes 3, and Izzy's watch buzzes. "Time to go get him; hopefully he is ok," she says to Cane.

  He stops touching her back, the small magic spell broken, and the noise of the bar returns. He frowns, then realizes what he is doing and puts on his neutral face. She gets up and strides to the door; before looking back at Cane sitting at the bar, she waves at him and mouths, “See you around.”

  10 minutes before in the depths of the ranch. In the baby powder-scented room that is the nursery.

  Jacob's now soggy diaper is sagging in the sailor suit. "We better get you changed before your mommy gets here to take you home, Jacob," Audrey says, carefully hiding her sense of loss.

  She pats the changing table. “Hop up,” she says. Jacob climbs up on the changing table. ‘I can’t wait to get out of here. I am going to drink beer and stay up te and use the bathroom;' he wiggles with happiness on the changing table.

  She brings out a clean Megamax and slips it under his butt, moving him around with ease. Just as she is wiping Jacob's butt, Izzy walks in. She sees Audrey doing something to Jacob's lower half and has a fsh of jealousy and rage pass through her.

  "Hey, what do you think you're doing with my boyfriend?" She blurts out, rushing over.

  Jacob was content until he looked over at her and quickly spit out the pacifier. "It's not what it looks like," he stammers. ‘No, damn it, why was I going along with this?’

  “I am changing his diaper; please stand back.” Audrey says, “You are entering the spsh zone,” Jacob's leg still held in one hand. She continues to clean him up.

  Izzy lowers her head and says, "Oh, I thought. I don't know what I thought. I am here to take Jacob home." She watches but keeps her distance.

  "It's exactly what it looks like; I am changing your baby's diaper as is my job and purpose," she finishes diapering him, pulling the sailor shorts up. She reaches under the changing table and grabs a diaper bag from below. “You might need this going forward,” Audrey says as she hands the bag to Izzy.

  Izzy grabs the bag, gncing at its contents. ‘Yeah, tossing this out the moment we leave here,’ she thinks.

  She turns around and lifts Jacob to his feet. "He was a very good boy for the most part. He got a little cranky missing his mommy st night. If you have any issue diapering him, you can always bring him back, and I will show you how," Audrey says, the grief of letting him go showing at the corners of her mouth.

  Jacob is trying to look dignified as he hugs his girlfriend, the thick diaper and the sailor suit making it tough to act manly. "Let's go.". He says as he motions for them to leave. Without saying thank you or any other form of showing gratitude, they leave.

  Audrey cleans up the room, repying footage of her and Jacob's time together. Before moving to the center and thinking about how much fun she had. "Maybe he will be back," she says, and then the lights go out.

  In the hallway leading to the waiting room of the clinic, Jacob is blushing hard, the diaper is loud, and the outfit is embarrassing. The diaper bag is not deep enough to hide its contents. He keeps gncing over and looking at the thick white diapers sticking out of the top.

  As they make their way into the waiting room of the hospital, Nurse Happy smiles a wide smile. “Oh, now that is cute,” she says as they walk past. “Hey cutie, want me to take your temperature?”

  Jacob grits his teeth and walks into the elevator. “It’s ok, Jacob; we can get you out of these silly clothes when we get back to the motel room.

  The elevator doors ding open, and they walk into the lobby. The gamer girl has her headset on. She blushes bright red seeing Jacob's obviously diapered butt walk out of the elevator.

  “Audery is at it again…” she mutters. She touches her own diaper. It is only slightly damp; it should st to the end of her shift.

  They make it back to the room; Jacob removes the clothes and tears the diaper off, running to the toilet to empty out everything he had been holding in.

  Izzy sits on the bed waiting for him to be done. She rifles through the bag, and she is shocked by the variety of items. "This is just wild. Is that… a pacifier? They make baby bottles that big? I mean, it's government stuff; they can make anything they want." She is idly talking out loud. Jacob hears her talking; his heart races.

  He comes back to the bedroom, and she notices he is hairless. "All your body hair?" She says, “You’re so smooth.”

  He quickly grabs clean cloths. “It's actually kind of nice," he says. He throws on a T-shirt and shorts. The airiness feels weird after the tightness of the diaper. His skin tingles with the unfamiliar touch of the rougher fabrics on his bare skin. He thinks about the diaper. He looks at it, torn off, sitting in the corner. He shakes his head to clear his mind.

  Jacob sits on the bed in his baggy shorts, his legs restless. He looks around the room, the walls feeling like they are moving closer to him. He turns to Izzy, “Let's take a walk.”

  Izzy shrugs her shoulders and throws on a pair of sneakers and follows him out the door. It's warm and sunny, the pale sky so big compared to where they used to live. They walk along the front of the building. She notices the variety of cars. "Is that a Model T? she asks Jacob.

  Jacob looks over and nods his head. "Yeah, I think so. Someone must be a car nut," his voice projecting confidence, but the car is a Model A.

  They walk around the building counterclockwise and see the pools and the shack. She can see the outside of the bar with the blinds drawn tight.

  One opens to reveal the smiling face of the Cat gring directly at her.

  Instinctually she flips him off, and he ughs and closes the blinds. They walk along the curved hedgerow that surrounds the pool area.

  A lifeguard walks over, waving at the pair. “You know the fun stuff is in here, right?” He says keeping pace

  “Are you going to badly hit on me again?” Izzy ughs.

  “What? I have never met you before; that's wild,” he says, turning backward but keeping pace.

  “You definitely did,” Jacob interjects.

  “Hey, easy there, fel. Maybe you met one of my cousins; we get told we look alike.” He flexes his tanned, sinewy muscle. “but I like to think I am the most attractive.”

  Izzy ughs, “I am pretty sure you all are identical or one person. “

  “That's so racist, man,” he says, shaking his head and walking away.

  and soon. They come to a loading dock sunken down in the ground with two rge, pin white trailers docked. A rge dumpster fills the third bay. As they walk past, Cane pops his head up out of the dumpster. He puts his head back down, zipping up a backpack and tossing it over his shoulder before scurrying out of the dumpster.