You Realize That Assumptions Make An Ass Out Of U and Me

Come Saturday, you park at the upscale suburban house where the meeting is set about an hour before hand. There is a nice little segment of the driveway two houses down that made for an ideal place to park and play smartphone games. You hadn’t gone to any kink meeting in a long time. Since a munch you went to when you were 18 that ended poorly when you accidentally brought a vanilla person to the event without telling them beforehand.

It takes about forty minutes before people start showing up. Like most moves from fantasy to reality, the people that stream into the house are not exactly a collection of hot twenty-somethings who share a common interest in calling men daddy. Instead it’s about 3/5ths men, the majority of them well over forty, and about forty percent women. And these women arne’t baker’s choice either. Many of them are older, some are a bit wider. In an overall group of about 40 people, there are maybe two hot girls, and both of them are accompanied by men well into their 50s. Clearly, you are not an expert in picking up girls, but this doesn’t seem like the most fertile ground to do so.

At last, a canary yellow Mercedes pulls up to the curve. You know it’s hers because you’ve seen it parked around campus half a dozen times. The girl who left the backpack emerges from the drivers side door, and a busty freckled girl with flowing red hair emerges from the passanger’s side window. You scratch your chin.

It never occurred to you to check before, but when you look into the backpack, you notice that the diapers in there, while adult sized, are a bit small for someone as tiny as she is. Could she have been holding the diapers for her friend? You might not have thought this through. But the time for the meeting is starting, so you reluctantly open your car window.