Normally Jane’s orgasmic cries seemed to go on for ever, building crescendo after crescendo before subsiding down to murmur only to start again a little later with renewed intensity.
He used to lose count of the times this was repeated and could only wish that he could have made her enjoy sex like that.
It would be impossible to walk in through those doors ever again, even if somehow he became able to live the life of a man and husband again. He wondered if Mummy would come soon, su-king on the dummy that was clipped to his little short nightie top with a plastic clip and cuddling his pink rabbit gave him a secure feeling.
He wondered if Jane’s new boyfriend was a member, did they discuss him and his baby status with others in public? His hands drifted down the bed he felt the comfort of the plastic pants, the large 60 inch square terry nappy held on with four nappy pins, inside that was a Tena maxi disposable that only occasionally leaked into the terry. He felt better now as he reflected that he did not think Jane had slept with the new man of her life that night, he had not had to listen in an agony of frustration, hurt and pain to their lovemaking in the bedroom next door.
He didn’t even know if he was still a member; that was a stupid thought.