Diaper Day Care #3

by Pulsar

Hi, it's me Sydney. In case you were wondering more about my time at "Happy Springs Child Center," well, there's some more things to tell. I guess I'll start out by talking about the little wooden paddle that hung on the wall near the doorway to the changing area. Yes, it hung on a nail high up. It was kinda thin and a little long with the edges all rounded off. Yet on one side, the side usually facing out, were the words 'Bun Warmer' while on the other was a cartoonish picture of a dear and a bear, with the words, 'For the cute DEAR with the BARE bottom.' I had noticed it about my fourth day there but didn't dare to ask about it. But during the second week, I got brave enough to ask Nanny Morgan why there was a paddle there.

"Oh, it's for making bare bottoms nice and red!" she said with a grin.

I sort of gulped yet said nothing more. I just went about my business. However, the very next day, it just happened I got to see it used. I recall nanny Morgan saying something like, "Girls, I've been rather busy lately, but we're going to get back on schedule for the paddlings," or something like that. After our play period, I noticed Bailey was sitting down in the 'special time-out chair.' She didn't even have her diaper on. She was naked except for her gown. I'm not sure what she did wrong, but once we were called over to the carpet area for group time, Morgan ordered Bailey to bring her the paddle. I got scared at once. Yet we were told it was 'listen' time and to put our pacifiers in our mouths. And so Bailey silently brought the paddle to Morgan. The next thing I knew, Morgan gently pulled Bailey over her lap as she sat in her chair, leaving Bailey's legs to dangle behind her. Yet she held her front weight with her hands on the floor. But her bare bottom was arched up high, quite an easy target. And there she was, right in front of the group.

"What'd she do wrong," I dared to whisper to Corey, who sat beside me very calm and stoic.

"Mmmm, probably nothing," Corey whispered back. "Sometimes she spanks just because she feels like it."

'Oh-mah-gawd!' I thought. 'I don't stand a chance!'

Yet Morgan simply rested her left hand on Bailey's lower back to keep her in place, while she opened a book with her right. "Okay girls! Today's tutoring lesson will be history," she said, as if Bailey wasn't even there across her lap ready for a spanking. "Who can name the first British-American Colony? It's a trick question!"

"Plymouth Rock!" cried one girl.

"Massy-tusettes!" cried another.

"Virgina!" cried a third.

"Well, those are all good guesses, but not quite right. You see, the first colony was actually Roanoke!" she said. I think she talked for another minute as Bailey lay across her lap with her doomed pale bottom on display for us. She hardly moved and she only stared at the floor with a blank face. I must say I was impressed at how brave she seemed, never whimpering or crying or anything. Yet soon, Morgan put the book down. "We'll talk about his some more in a few moments," she said, now looking down at Bailey's bare bottom. "But first, we'll give this little bottom a nice warming!"

Bailey hardly moved. The class sat stone still in silence as they were about to witness the fate of one of their own. I wondered if they all had gotten the same before I started going there. Anyway, I tightened up and got all shaky because I swore Morgan would reach for the paddle now lying against her chair. But instead, she reached for the bookshelf next to her for a bottle of baby oil. She squirted a few drops on each one of Bailey's buttcheeks and began to gently rub it in all around. Bailey sighed as she looked over her shoulder, yet still kept her hands on the floor to hold herself up. But after rubbing in the oil, Morgan then parted Bailey's buttcheeks with the other hand. Bailey suddenly gasped and jolted her legs when Morgan's finger entered her little butthole. We couldn't really see that part from where we sat, but we could tell. "Now Bailey, are you gonna be a good girl for me?" asked Morgan as her finger slowly wiggled inside Bailey's bottom.

"Y... yes!" Bailey finally said over a deep breath as Morgan's finger slid in a little deeper.

"Are you sure?" asked Morgan. We could see by her hand moving that her finger was half way in, ticking her inside her hole.

Bailey gasped and kicked her legs a little. Her eyes closed and her mouth went open as she sucked in air. "Y... yes. I'll be good," she said.

"I'm sure you will," replied Morgan. Yet she fingered Bailey's little hole for a few more seconds, causing her to squirm, gasp and moan as she lay over Morgan's lap. It was at that time, I realized I was tingling and that my hand was down inside my diaper. I'm not even sure when I put it down there, but there I was, rubbing my crotch as I sat on the floor with my classmates. And so I quickly jerked my hand free, hoping nobody saw me.

But finally, Morgan did reach for that wooden paddle and rested it on Bailey's oiled bottom. Once it touched, Bailey let out a whimper. Morgan tapped her bottom gently a few times. Then, she raised it up, acting like she was going to spank. But she only let it down very lightly, only giving Bailey a very soft spank. But Bailey shrieked, thinking it was going to be a hard one. She did it again two more times. By now, I was terrified. Bailey must have thought that each soft tap was gonna be one that hurt, because she shrieked with each one. But then Morgan raised the paddle up again, ready to spank. "Okay, Bailey. You're gonna feel a sting on your bare bottom now!" she warned, almost singing her words.

And so, she spanked Bailey with a 'Whop!' It sounded like a loud slap. We saw the paddle hit Bailey's bottom, causing a slight jiggle and leaving a bright red spot. Bailey kicked her legs and jolted her head. She shrieked with an 'eeeeee!' But it wasn't hard enough to make her cry. Then there came more spanks. 'Whack! Smack! Crack!' She squirmed and jolted with each one, squealing and fussing. After five, she was about to cry but Morgan stopped and rubbed her red bottom.

"Doesn't that hurt?" I dared to whisper to Corey, assuming she had been spanked before and would know.

"Yeah, sort of," she answered back with a whisper.

I tried to look away, but my eyes were glued to Bailey's spanking. But right now, Morgan rubbed her bottom a little. Then she picked up the paddle again and gave her a few taps like before. But before she spanked her again, she stretched out her finger while still holding the paddle and stuck it back into Bailey's little bottom hole. "Are you going to be good?" Morgan asked again.

"Y... yes," said Bailey with a whiney whimper.

"Are you gonna be good for me?" asked Morgan.

"Y... yes Nanny Morgan," said Bailey as she squirmed about with Morgan's finger in her.

"Okay then," replied Morgan as she pulled her finger out. "But we want to make sure."

And then she rested the paddle across Bailey's bottom again and gave a few taps. Then, she began to spank hard again. 'Whack! Smack! Crack!' went the paddle. Bailey shrieked and fussed, but at least she wasn't crying.

Once again, I leaned over to whisper into Corey's ear. "Will she cry?"

"Mmmm, probably at the end," Corey whispered back. "That's when it really hurts! But it kind of feels good too."

And so I watched as Bailey got a paddling, her bottom getting redder. It seemed that Bailey was about to cry when Morgan stopped and teased and fingered her bottom again. But then she pulled it out and started spanking her again with the paddle. This time, the spanks were louder and Bailey cried out an "Oooow!" with each smack of the paddle on her bottom. She kicked her legs and squirmed about. After five spanks, Bailey began to cry a little. But Morgan gave two more spanks that were harder and louder than the rest, before setting the paddle down and rubbing her red bottom again.

"That's right," said Morgan softly. "Just go ahead and cry, honey. It'll make you feel better." And she kept rubbing her bottom for a few moments, before sticking her finger back in, wiggling it around in a tickling motion. Soon, Bailey pretty much stopped crying. She was moaning and squirming again. Besides that, she was humping hard against Morgan's lap.

"Ooooh! Oooh-ooh!" she cried as she humped very fast, flexing her red bottom. Soon, she let out a loud squeal as she breathed hard. Then, her legs kicked out once. "Aaaaaaaah!" she cried.

"Is she cuming?" I dared to whisper to Corey.

"Of course she is, doofus!" she answered into my ear, trying not to laugh.

Now at this point, I had never heard of a spanking ever making anyone reach orgasm. How was I to know? But now I know. I was both scared, curious, and very horny! "Why'd she cum?" I dared to ask.

Corey grinned and shook her head. "Because it feels good! Why else?"

"But why was she was crying then?"

"Because it's hurts! But it still feels good too!"

So I learned. Amazing what I was learning here that they don't teach in regular school.

Anyway, after Bailey finished her orgasm, Morgan gently raised her up back on her feet again. She placed one hand on her sore red bottom and the other on her back. "Now Bailey, that was to help to keep you a good girl!" she said gently. "And I know you can be a very good girl, honey." And then she kissed her on the forehead. "Now, you can go sit down now."

And so Bailey wiped the last remaining tear from her eyes and sat down. But Morgan looked out at us staring back at her like zombies. "Okay, Brooke! I think you could use one too!" she said. "Come on!"

And wordlessly, Brook stood up and walked over to Morgan. She stood stone still as Morgan undid one tape and then the other. We watched at the diaper dropped to the ground revealing her bare bottom to us all. She didn't argue or fuss when Morgan pulled her over into the spanking position. And then Morgan started spanked her in the same way. The main difference was that Brooke was noisier. Once that finger went in her bottom, Brooke gasped and moaned loudly. And once the spanking started again, Brooke reacted more, hollaring "Aaaaah! Ooow-oow!" and such. However, after the fourth spank, she looked back, straining to see her own bottom. "That's not hard enough to make me cry," she said to Morgan. "You have to spank me harder!"

I was shocked as chills raced through my body. I had never expected that! "So what's it feel like getting spanked by Morgan," I curiously asked Corey with a whisper as Brooke got a whipping but this time with a little more force.

"It kinda hurts, like a bunch of needles jumping on your bottom but it makes your privates feel good," she answered quietly back.

And we all watched Brooke get spanked over and over again just like Bailey did. She was a noisy cummer too. She cried out loud and screamed when she had her orgasm. And that when I saw it. It looked like a teardrop running down Morgan’s leg. I wondered to my self could that be Brooks cum or Morgan’s cum. Another difference was that after watching two spankings, I simply couldn't hold it and peed in my diaper as I watched. I guess I was used to it by then and didn't get embarrassed. Besides, I knew that by now, some of the other girls would be wet too, maybe even Corey. Yet once her spanking was over, Brooke was all relaxed as if nothing had happened. Her bottom was very red afterward, but she was almost smiling when she sat back down. And then Morgan continued talking about Roanoke colony as we sat on the floor and listened.

After the tutoring was over, I had to get changed. And I knew that Morgan would find that I had leaked a little girl-juice in my diaper along with the pee. And it seemed that every time I got changed, my little bud would stand out hard and stiff. "Oh Sydney! We're excited again!" noted Morgan. And so I lay there with my diaper off, trembling as she wiped me clean, staring at my throbbing little pearl. As expected, I got the buzz treatment, sending me into a volcanic orgasm.

Later that day at 5:30 all the moms arrived to get their kids. I was standing by the door, waiting for my mom when Nikki's mom arrived. Nikki walked passed and said, "Bye Sydney," with a shy but friendly smile.

"Bye Nikki," I said back.

"Oh, you must be Sydney," said her mom. "Nikki told me all about the 'new girl.' She's having her birthday party next month and wanted to make sure you came."

Once again, I smiled bashfully, yet happily. "Okay! Thanks. I love to."

And thus her mom took Nikki by the hand. "Are you dry, dear?"

"Yeah Mom! I got changed," assured Nikki. "When can I go back?"

"Maybe next year, honey, but first you need to stop wetting the bed..." They walked off and I didn't hear more.

And so I waited for my mom, but then Morgan approached. She told me that I was to ride home with Corey for another weekend sleepover. Apparently, my mom had called and said she had to go see my grandma for some kind of doctor's appointment. "Goodie!" we yelled and I ran into the changing room to get dressed. However Morgan stopped me saying Mrs. Richards picks up Corey dressed as she was so I must do the same. I was reluctant at first but once I looked at Corey and thought about the fun we had I said ok.

Once we got out side it felt strange with that gown on the wind was blowing right through it. It almost felt like I was wearing nothing. But I was too excited to care. Corey and ran too her car, I was again shocked, when Mrs. Richards opened the car door. I not only saw one large-sized child's car seat in the back, but two! The other one was the booster seat I had ridden in until half-way through first grade. 'Oh, I hate my mom,' I thought. She must have dropped it off to Corey's mom before she left. "Uh, why are these seats here?" I dared to ask Mrs. Richards, Corey's mom.

"They're for your safety dear," she replied. "I believe kids should be kept in car seats. You never know when some crazy drunk is going to run into you!"

And thus I climbed in the car with dread. But Corey climbed right into hers as if routine. "C'mon, Sydney!" she coaxed. "Let's go!"

And so I found myself being strapped into a car seat by Mrs. Richards and soon we were rolling down the street in evening traffic. Thank God the windows were tinted so I was sure no one could see us inside. Corey sucked her pacifier as we rode home, tapping on the side of her car seat to the rhythm of the retro music on the radio, more suitable to her mom's generation. Yet after a while, she yanked the pacifier from her mouth to speak. "Mom? Can we eat at Mel's?"

"You kids just love junk food," said her mom with a sigh. "Well, I'll think about it. We're still several miles away."

And so we rode on down the freeway going slower than usual because there were so many cars out. Finally, we got off the expressway. After a few lights, the car pulled into Mel's Drive-In and parked under the roof. "Oh goody!" gleamed Corey as Mrs. Richards rolled down her window to place the order. "I love this place!"

"But... but they'll see us when they bring our food," I protested.

"So?"

"So?! We're in diapers... and car seats!"

"So?"

I sighed. "Corey... you're weird!" I said, yet I reached out to squeeze her bare kneecap. And so we got into a tickle fight. She went for my ribs, but I just had to go for those gorgeous bare legs of hers. I love the way they felt on my fingertips. We giggled and shrieked, until her mom looked back.

"Hey girls!" she said. "Let's keep it down so I can order. Now what would you like, Sydney?"

"Oh, the chicken kid's meal is fine with me," I said. And after a few minutes, a teenage girl came out on skates in a miniskirt, carrying our tray of food. "Oh, she's cute," I said without thinking. Corey only giggled, before rolling down the backseat window. I suddenly froze, not wanting to be seen. Yet the girl hung the tray on the window. "...and two kids' meals," she said, suddenly seeing us sitting there in car seats and diapers. I could tell she was quite surprised. I could also tell she tried to hide it.

I was so embarrassed, yet Corey only smiled at her as she took the cartoonish boxes that had our food in it. "Thank you!" beamed Corey.

And so the girl skated away. I strained to watch because she had long pretty legs with wild colored knee-high socks with her skates. But I opened my box and began to eat. But what was worse is that the teen girl kept skating back to our car, asking if everything was okay. And every time, she seemed to curiously peek into our window. But there was nothing I could do except eat and pretend I didn't see her.

Eventually, our cute little skating waitress returned to collect the trays after we had finished eating. She looked at us and smiled big. "Was the chicken good?" she asked.

"Oh yeah. I loved it," I said with a bashful smile.

And so she took our tray and all the trash and then handed a small note to Mrs. Richards. "Thanks! Have a good evening. And... just in case you ever need a babysitter, here's my number. Don't worry, I'm an honor student, I don't drink and I'm a zero-pregnancy risk and thus very responsible."

"Oh... okay..." mumbled Mrs. Richards somewhat surprised. "Very good. Thanks. I'll... I'll consider it."

"Thank you! Come back and see us!" And thus she skated away to another car. I leaned forward to get one last glimpse of the backs of her bare legs in her miniskirt. Oh gawd, she was cute, and the fleshy part of the backs of her knees looked like they were begging to get tickled. Yet I kept all my thoughts to myself. Besides, I had Corey to 'play' with, if you will.

But as we drove off, I kept thinking about what she said. "Why'd she ask about babysitting?" I asked. "I mean, don't you think we're too old for babysitters?"

Mrs. Richards laughed. "Not at all, honey," she said. "You kids keep thinking you're all grown up. But it just wouldn't be right in this day and age to leave you kids alone like that. It's just not safe, dear. Besides, you're only a kid once and you should never try to grow up before your time. Why... you should enjoy being a child while you can!"

I sighed. "That's what my mom keeps saying," I replied.

"And she's right, y'know," assured Mrs. Richards with a smile in the rear-view mirror. "And by the way, are you girls wet?" she asked as we neared the gate to the apartment complex.

"Yeah, Mom," answered Corey.

"And what about you, Sydney?"

I didn't want to answer. For I had drank enough soda at the drive-in that I had recently soaked my diaper. "Uh... yeah, a little," I said.

"Well first thing when we get upstairs is a change. I want you girls to be nice and dry."

But once we were inside and sitting on Corey's bed, Mrs. Richards removed our gowns and told us to lie down. She then raised my legs and riped my diaper off. "Sydney honey, this is more than a little!" she noted with a grin. "But oh well." I just knew she could see my swollen privates and so I closed my eyes, hoping she wouldn't say anything. And thus she began to wipe me down, causing me to get hard and moist down there. "Oopsie! Touched the 'feel-good' spot, didn't we," she said casually as I felt myself blush. Yet my bud throbbed and tingled as that moist cool wipe gently caressed it all around. I tried to hold still and quiet, yet I gasped and squirmed. "Well, Syndey, are you needing a little relief?" she asked as she continued to caress my starving swollen pearl.

"I... I don't know, I..." I stammered. I mean, yes, of course I needed 'relief.' I've been needing it for quite a while. But admitting to my friend's mom right in front of her was something I was not used to. Yet I felt a skilled finger rub over my aching clit as another gently caressed that sensitive space between my cunny an bumhole. "Ooooh, yeah!" I gasped out of control.

"Ah, does that feel good, hon?" she asked softly.

"Oh... oh yeah! It feels REALLY good!" I confessed with a moan.

"Well, we'll take care of that as well," said Coreys' mom as she continued to rub me off.

I kept gasping and moaning as her fingers sent chills up my spine as she worked my starving cunny. It didn't take long until I knew I was going to burst. I groaned and gasped louder until I felt those butterflies in my stomach and that warm tingling flush come all over. Momments later, I erupted into a long-awaited orgasm. "Oh-oh-oh-oh--Oooooohhhhh!" I cried. Even though Mrs. Richards held my feet, my legs kicked in time to the orgasmic waves.

"Oh my!" exclaimed Mrs. Richards. "A little overdue, weren't we," she said with a grin. "Feeling better now?"

"Oh, oh yes," I gasped as I lay half-conscious.

And so, she gently kissed me on the leg, just below my knee and patted my thigh. Then, she wiped me all clean of cum and powdered me all over down there before putting another diaper on.

Then, she went to Corey, for she had been lying on her back too the entire time. She was always relaxed and didn't seem embarrassed in the least when her mom lifted her legs up high. "Now Corey, I don't want any surprises. Is this a 'onesie' or a 'twosie?'"

"Uh... just a onesie, Mom," she answered, now grinning somewhat bashfully.

But once her mom ripped the tape and removed her diaper, she frowned. "Oh Corey! You're soaked! There's got to be at least two 'onesies' here!"

Corey giggled. "Well... two onesies is better than one twosie," she said.

"Well, you're just too cute for words, aren't you, honey!" said Mrs. Richards. "Now let me know next time so you don't get this wet!"

"Okay, Mom," agreed Corey. And thus her mom began to wipe her down with the baby wipe. I watched as she squirmed and gasped.

"Well, I see we're more than just a little excited!" said Mrs. Richards.

"Maybe a little," mumbled Corey as she breathed heavier.

"This is more than just 'a little,'" said Mrs. Richards. I looked over to see her holding the baby-wipe by the corner, letting it dangle and caress Corey's crotch up and down.

"Oooooh! Aaaaah!" sighed Corey with her eyes closed and her mouth wide open.

But Mrs. Richards slightly giggled. "That's why you girls need supervision. With a drive like this, you're an accident waiting to happen!" But she kept caressing her own daughter's crotch with the wipe as she spoke. "I don't trust either one of you within a hundred feet of boys, and it's only gonna get worse!"

"Ewww, boys are icky!" I said with a giggle.

"They all say that at this age," assured Mrs. Richards. But what she didn't know was that I had a permanent distaste for boys, at least when it came to anything 'naughty.' No, I had girls and only girls on my mind. Besides, I had yet to even know exactly what boys and girls do. But it didn't matter anyway. I had no interest and never would.

But Mrs. Richards kept caressing Corey with the wipe for a few more minutes, before using her finger and thumb of one hand while holding her legs up with the other. By now, Corey was gasping and moaning loudly and rapidly. Soon, her whole body jolted, shaking the bed. "OoooOOOoohh!" she cried out as she squeezed the bedspread with her hands. I could hear the sloshing of her cum on her mother's fingers.

"There we go," mumbled Mrs. Richards as she paused to wipe her fingers. "How're you feeling now?"

"Oh... oh... good, Mommy," moaned Corey as she fell limp.

"Well, I'd hope so after that!" And so, she kissed her on the side of her knees and patted her leg before sliding a clean diaper under her. And soon, we were both in fresh dry diapers for the evening. We watch a little TV and played a little cards before Corey's mom came in and put us to bed. Once again, it was cozy in that single bed of hers, but there was enough room. Corey closed her eyes, apparently quite sleepy. And since I had recently had a monstrous orgasm, I was quite content. However, I still slid my leg under Corey's because I loved the feeling of our bare legs against each other.

And as we lay in the darkness, I finally spoke. "Corey? I know who one of the 'full-timers' is in our class, " I said quietly with my eyes closed. "It's gotta be Nikki!"

"Why do you think that?" she asked.

"Because, I heard her mom," I replied. "It sounded like she has to wear diapers all the time because she wets her bed a lot."

Corey quietly giggled. "She doesn't do it that much," she replied. "But you're right! Her mom keeps her in diapers full time. She has to wear 'pull-ups' to school. But her mom likes to keep her in diapers."

"Ha! I guess it! I guessed it!" I said.

"Well, there's one more you haven't guessed yet," said Corey as she shifted about. I felt her flex her leg over mine. And so I gently placed my hand on her bare thigh. Oh, it was so soft and smooth.

"Are you sure? I mean... it seems like all the other girls get to wear panties when they're not in daycare."

Corey giggled again. "Nope. There's still one more... and you have to guess!"

"Oh, this is soooo hard! I can't figure it out."

"Keep trying," she coaxed.

Soon after, we must have fallen asleep. However, as I drifted off, I slid my hand up Corey's night tee to feel her breasts. But she was still as flat as a boy-- just like I was. I gently massaged around her nipple, causing her so sigh. But the next the next thing I remember it was morning. I woke up in a little pain because I had to pee really bad. But the bed was warm, especially snuggled up against Corey. And so I took one breath and let it go, once again soaking my diaper. I was a nice free feeling, even though I didn't want to lay there wet for too long. Corey hadn’t woken up yet, so I lay there with my eyes closed, trying to figure out who the other girl was in our group who wears diapers full time.

Eventually, Corey's mom came in and changed us both. Once in fresh diapers, we ate breakfast and watched 'Roadrunner' on TV. But eventually, we wound up in Corey's room, sitting on the floor playing checkers. Seeing her on the floor with legs folded in her diaper drove me wild. I swore I was deeply in love. And the way we slept snuggled together, I had every reason to believe she was in love with me. Finally, I had to say something. "Corey? Uh... remember when uh... y'know, I said you were my best friend?"

"Yeah, I remember," she replied with a smile.

"Well... I was thinking uh... well, I think of you more than just that," I said nervously.

"Oh? Like what?"

"Well actually... I think of you more like... well like a 'girlfriend.' I mean, y'know, some girls have boyfriends but I... I uh... well I would rather have a girlfriend."

I trembled as I looked Corey in the eye. Oh, she had beautiful childish eyes. She smiled at me and nearly blushed. She seemed a little scared. "Oh Sydney!" she said. "Well... I don't... I mean... I think you're my best friend but... well, I'm not sure if I'd want a girlfriend or a boyfriend. I mean... I..."

"But Corey!" I cried out as my eyes teared up. "Remember the last time I was here? Remember that thing we did in bed? Didn't you like it?"

"Yeah, I liked it," she said. "I liked it a lot! It was fun and it felt good! And you're the only one I'd do it with but... well... I just don't think I want a 'girlfriend.' But I want to be best friends."

I couldn't take it. I started crying. I was dying. How could she do this? But I couldn't be mad at her. She didn't want to hurt my feelings. And I could tell she really cared about me. "But Corey... I... I love you!"

"Well I love you too... as a best friend. Now please, Sydney, don't cry!" I tried to stop crying, but I couldn't. I wasn't mad at Corey. She was too sweet to do anything wrong to me. But still, I had practically planned my life around her as I lay in bed at nights. But Corey pulled me close to her and put her arm around me. "Listen, Syd," she said. "Don't cry! Be happy. You see... I know who has a crush on you!"

"Oh Corey, don't tease me, please!" I begged.

"I'm not! I'd never lie to you! I know for real that a girl at daycare has a crush on you, and she wants you for a girlfriend!"

"How'd you know?"

"She told me!" assured Corey.

"You mean it?" I asked.

"Of course I do!"

"Okay then... WHO?!" I demanded.

Once again, she gave me that sweet grin. "Guess!" she said.

"Oh no, please, not that! Just tell me!" I begged.

"Aw, that's no fun! It's more fun if you find out who it is! You'll figure that out! Have a little fun!"

"But... but... what if she won't admit it? I mean... I still can't figure out who the other full-timer is."

"Well, this'll be easier! You'll figure out soon who she is! I mean... you need to find her soon because she probably hates me right now for spending so much time with you!"

"But I like spending time with you."

"Me too! But you need to be friends with everybody. We'll always be friends too."

And so I quickly ran down the list of girls in our group. Who could it be? At least they were all cute in their own way, and had been nice to me. That was my ray of hope. Whoever it was among the group, she would be a fun snuggle-buddy! And I was determined on Monday to find out who it was.