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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Jun 13, 2018 at 2:42 PM
Content: When Hannah met Sally
By Penny Ann French
Chapter 1 GROUP
Hannah finished pulling the last tape over onto the front of the diaper, pulled the yellow nursery print plastic panties back up over it, and snapped the crotch of her shortall closed. Stranding back up she checked herself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She'd spent the last half hour breading her hair into a pair of pigtails, that hung to her shoulders. She'd thought about wearing her new yellow and white pinafore "diaper dress" and white Maryjane flats tonight. But then had thought better of it. The weather wasn't right for a coat yet. And that particular dress was WAY to short to wear outside the house without one. She'd settled instead for a T-shirt and her favorite denim shortall. They'd come from the same online ABDL boutique as had her new dress. And yes. This look was vary "childish", but you couldn't even see the snaps in this, let alone tell their was a diaper under it. The black skimmer flats she'd finally settled on were definitely not the maryjanes shed wanted, but... The over all look was young and flirty, and acceptable in public.
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Sally finished taping the diaper over her hips, pulled up her tights, snapped the crutch of her favorite pink onezie closed, and smoothed out her black skirt. Looking in the mirror she eyed the skirt... "No. There was no way you could tell she was wearing a diaper under it." Finally she exhaled a trembling sigh. "OK. I can do this" she whispered to herself, picked up her keys and purse... And walking on trembling legs, headed for the front door of her house.
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The first time I met Sally? It was at the AB/DL group here on campus. I almost didn't go that night. Mostly the group back then was guys, that couldn't figure out the word "lesbian", and I would end up being hit on at least every other week. But... I'd already finished my endocrinology paper, composed letters to three separate hospitals in the LA area inquiring as to possible internships... And had nothing better to do.
I'd just sat down in my normal spot, across the room and facing the door, when the door opened again.
Sally, all five foot two, with blond hair down to the small of her back And the sort of Intelligent, intense green eyes that made me think of the green contacts the 'androids' all wear on CW's Humans, walked in. Most people would have said she was wearing a pink top with white piping. But I recognized it as the same onezie as I had back at the house in my dresser, with an A line skirt down to just above her knees, tights, and maryjane flats, all in black.
I remember thinking to myself, “OMG! This ones a walking talking Barbie doll.
She looked as if she was about to bolt back for the door.
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The first time I met Hannah was at the local, Tuesday night, Adult Baby and Diaper Lovers group, here on campus. I'd been in one of the Adult Baby groups on Facebook, and knotted someone had mentioned the group here at U of M. At first I had thought they were bull shitting. People on Facebook do that you know. But when I looked up the webpage... Nope. The group really existed. And so,
A. I was couscous, and
B. What else is there to do on a Tuesday night? Go hang with Gama Bata Phie and get drunk?
Mostly the group was guys. You could see that about half we're diapered under their baggy lose fitting pants.
Group, back then, was in one of those mini mall , storefront churches. 'The Church of Christ's Love'. I looked it up latter. Turns out it's congregation was almost totally LGBT. A gay church? Who'd have thunk that?
“Oh God. Its all a bunch of horndogs.” I thought to myself. But then I spotted Hannah sitting on the far side of the room in one of the chairs that had been drawn up into a circle to face each other.
Hannah's right hand darted out to block the seat beside here as some guy, (I learned latter his name was Robert.) Tried to take the chair next to her... With her left she motioned that I should come take the seat she had just saved for me.
Hannah's tall. Five foot nine to be exact. And all of it legs. Her black curly hair had been bun up in braided pigtails, Her dark eyes were sharp and happy. Her boobs were massive. She was the kind of hot that can make a baggy pare of shortfalls and T-shirt look sexy.
The group that night was the classic "support group" format. Rev. Ken, as the "host" started off with a "welcome" and we all followed that with a go around of interdictions, first names, majors, and whatever each of us were "comfortable" telling the rest about themselves... So...
It turned out almost everyone was premed, medical school, or in turning over at the U of M Teaching Hospital. Wow. Like that was a surprise.
A couple of "My roomie in the dorm didn't know"...
One claimed to really be bladed incontinent,
Two of the boys had finally moved into the same dorm room together so as to 'wear full time'.
I really can't remember a lot of it. I was way to close to a full on panic attack.”
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"And then it was Sally's turn. 'Sally.' was the only thing she managed to get out before bolting for the ladies room in tears. With me following.
In the bathroom, I found here the complete wreck I'd pretty much been expecting. She couldn't stop sobbing, as I raped her in my arms and let her finish crying it all out. 'I shouldn't have come.' was the only coherent thing she could get out for the first couple of minutes. Oh kid. Don't even think that. You have every right to be in that group. I tried to reassure her. "Besides. You and I would never have met if you hadn't."
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"Looking back now, I can't believe how scared I was that night. But it was my first time out of the house in a diaper like that. And it was almost all just a bunch of guys staring at me. But in the end, it was probably a good thing that I was wearing that night. In all my life I've only ever experienced a half dozen panic attacks like that. But that was my first time out of the house wearing a diaper like that every time I have, I've ended up both historical and wet. I mean, sure I've had lots of 'panic attacks' over the years but not so many like that one. I couldn't even think strait that night."
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In no way shape or form has my major ever been psychology. It's not even a miner for me. But I have had the required classes for my medical major. And I can be a decent listener... Hay don't laugh. I can shut my mouth, sometimes.
When Sally had finally settled down, and able to speak again, I took her across the street, over to the Sunbuck's. Tuesday nights at our local Starbucks is open mike. Lots of guitars and singing and poitery, a couple of stand up comics. So the place was just noise enough that, as long as we kept our voices down, we could talk. Over three cups of chi tea, each, we spent the next two hours poring our harts out.
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Turns out Hannah's not only hot as hell, she smart too. She was just finishing up her fore years of medical school... At 22 years old? She'd skipped both third and fifth grades and then finished both fore years of high-school, and fore of pre-med in just three years each. She had a three point nine seven GPA for crying out crap! And on a FULL scholarship. And... Not only is she hot... She's a lesbian too? Tell me that's not too cool!
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Turns out, Sally's not just unbelievably cute... Her father's rich. And she's not a bad programmer too. Who knew?" I hadn't even thought U of M had a programming curriculum. But her daddy's a U of M alum, and hart surgeon... and mommy's an investment counselor. Can we all say "Money, money, and more money?" Her dad had even BOUGHT her a little two bedroom bungalow off campus. And she's ABDL to? How cool's that?
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AND... She's an AB. Try telling me we weren't made to be together, and I'll call you a blind idiot to your face. Hannah and I spent two o hours just sitting there talking drinking tea... and falling head over heals in love with each other.
I'm thinking it was about the same time as I was finishing that 3rd cup that I started to feel the pressure and started to excuse myself... But Hannah reached across the table for my hand, asking where I was going?
"To the ladies room." I answered.
“What? I thought you were in a diaper?' She whispered back to me
“Well... Yea but... Its already wet.”
“So? You're saying it won't last more than one wetting?''
“I don't know. I've never tried to use one a defend time.. And I didn't bring any extras with me.'
“Well, what brand are you wearing?' Hannah ask me after a second. Which I couldn't help but think was a bit personal. But...
“West Cost 24s.” I finally answered.
“Wait... You mean you've been throwing out 24s after just one pee? Girl those things hold like three letters. It'll hold a second wet,trust me.”
Slowly I sat back down and relaxed. My crotch was all worm again as the pee flooded the diaper again.
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We swapped phone numbers and emails, and Facebooks and Twiters that night. And just sat there in our wet diapers, just talking. I never wanted that night to end.
You know what it's like when... when you find someone you don't need to hide from or lie to about who you REALLY are? Inside? Who you don't have to feel ashamed to be your real self in front of? It's like there's this hundred pound wait that's just suddenly gone. It was like we both knew the other's darkest secrets already. So what's the point in hiding all the rest?
But... Eventually the crew started cleaning... and stacking the chairs on the tables...
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All the way back to our cars that night, I kept fantasizing that Hannah's car was going to turn out to be some old hoopty, that would break down right there. So I'd have an excuse to offer her a ride. So that we'd get a little more time together. And yes Hannah's car was pretty old. But it still started just fine. And I was left sitting there watching her pull out into traffic.
“Dam. Dam. Dam.”
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That night, back at the dorm, laying awake in bed... I think that was the loneliest... and the horniest... I've ever been. I couldn't sleep for thinking about Sally. Finally around 3 in the morning, I just ended up 'handling it myself” before finally falling to sleep, thinking “I'll text her as soon as I get to class.”

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AND as before this is a SECOND attempt at the first draft of a first attempt at an ABDL themed story. Soooo... Any and all comments, and or constructive criticisms are not JUST welcome but also sought.
This is a learning curve so teach me. Please.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Jun 18, 2018 at 4:52 AM
Content: And again... Any and all Impute, ideas and constructive criticism are sought

Chapter 2 MICKY D's
Hannah had never really bought the idea of “Love-at-first-sight” she'd always maintained that it was just a “plot device” used by Hollywood to advance a story and get it over in two hours or less. But then she met Sally. The two might just have well been named Leetaha and Cutter, and been the two elves, from her favorite comic series, the way they recognized. All Hannah could think of, or fantasize about Sally.
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The next morning Sally knew Hannah had an early class. So she'd already decided not to bother her until noon. But Hannah ended up texting her around 9:30

Hay girl ? you OK today?

Yes. I'm good. I thought you had class this morning? :educate:

I do. We're about to start in a min. Lunch at Micky D's, or ToxicBell?

OK. Micky D's is fine. Think you for last night BTW. It was the first time I've ever had someone to talk to like that. ?

No problamo. Happy to have helped. <3 Meet me in the hospital east parking lot @ 11:45?

Ok. Leave the hoopty in the lot though.? I'll drive LOL :laugh:

LOL OK. Professor's here TT4N.?ￂﾠ

OK. I've got a couple programs to debug tell then latter gator. ￂﾠ
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And yes. Sally really did have two C Plus Plus assignments to debug. The problem was, she couldn't concentrate. Instead kept thinking, if the first onset of infatuation was like this? Ever time she tried to focus on the program in front of her, she keep coming back to
“God? Please? Is this the one you intend for me?”
But of course there was no answer. Unless you consider Hannah's face right back in into head again, an answer.
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Meantime Hannah sat dreamy eyed in her 0930 lecture, trying to pay attention to the professor's rambling monotone. And failing miserably. It was just a rehash of the same thing she'd read at the start of the quarter, plowing through her copy of the new textbook. It wasn't quite verbatim. But, “Jehovah! Can't that man get off D flat? He's worse than a raper with that monotone.” And besides couldn't he tell she had other things on my mind right then?
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Exactly at a quarter to twelve Sally pulled into the lot to find Hannah at the picnicking table with a half dozen smokers.
"Oh shit!" Thought Sally. As she watched Hannah jump from the table and grab her book bag. "Pleas don't be a smoker. Please don't be a smoker. PLEASE do not be a fag fiend."
But she haven't seen any cigarette in the woman's hand and couldn't smell smoke on her as she settled into the shotgun seat of the chary `68 `Stang. Although she did think she could detect a slight bulge under her skirt. Did the woman actually have the stones to wear to class?
"Oh my God girl! Is this your car?"
"Umm... Yea... Daddy got it for me last year for graduation." Sally replied as she dropped the car back into first gear and pulled back out onto Medical Drv.
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Anyone that's ever been to a Micky D's, in any collage town, will tell you, lunch is a complete clusterfuck. With students on a shoestring budget trying to grab a chicken sandwich and a caffeinated soda between classes. In all the confusion Sally couldn't tell if she was hearing a rustling under Hannah's skirt. As the two finally managed to make it to the counter, for there chicken sandwiches in a box, salads in a plastic bole, and paper cup of diet soda..
The conversation just sort of 'staled' as the two looked around for a table. Finally settling for one neer the center of the room, that offered no privacy at all... Finally Sally couldn't stand it any longer.
"Hannah?" She finally ask in a whisper that the other had to really pay attention to hear. "Are you really wearing what I think you're wearing?" Sally found she really had to admire the woman's bravery if she was right.
Hannah's face blushed bright red as she opened the clear plastic lid of her salad. "Ummhmm." she mumbled as she stabbed the tomato with her plastic fork. "I told the school I'm UI when I first started here. So I get my own room now in the dorm, and I'm able to wear full time."
Sally's jaw nearly hit the table, as her friend continued explaining.
"When I finely moved out of dad's, to come here, I decided I didn't want to have to sneak around hiding any more. So I just told the admin that I needed diapers..." Hannah stopped long enough to chew and swallow another bight of her sandwich. "It was a bit of a white lie. But it wasn't hurting anybody. And I'm able to wear diapers."
"Wow!" Was all Sally was able to say for a few seconds as she gathered her thoughts. "You really are brave.” “And I'm really jellies" She finally found herself admiring.
"Mmm.. Not really. Just tired of sneaking around and hiding. And it wasn't really all THAT fair from the truth. I'd spent most of that summer in diapers as much as possible. And it was getting to the point that it was hard not to use them."
After the meals, if you can call Micky D's a meal, Hannah picked up her backpack from the char beside her. "Bathroom?" She ask her new friend, as she headed off to the back of the restaurant.
In the ladies room, the two waited for the handicapped stall.
From here seat on the voting booth, Sally watched as her friend pulled her skirt and a vinyl underskirt up around her waist, pulled down her pantyhose and plastic panties, and began undoing the tapes of her diaper. The thing was even thicker than her favorite West Coast 24s. And pink... And soaked.
"Girl! How Mandy times have you wet that thing? Sally whispered.
"I don't know. Seven or eight times I guess? I really don't hold it more than eight or ten minutes at a time. Some times I even dribble a bit. Hay. You want to come over to the dorm and hang?"
"OK." Was all Sally said as she watched Hannah tape the new diaper into place and pull up the pink plastic panties.
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Hannah's dorm room was one of three arranged around a central common room, with a single bath and a small 'kitchenette'. Hannah's privet space had had the second loft, of a nonexistent roommate, removed, leaving her room for a small sofa and mini fridge. The extra closet was almost empty except for several packs of diapers, a small stack of plastic panties, and a collection of powders and lotions. A single adult size babyish pinafore “diaper dress” (it was more like a blouse than a dress it was so short.) hung from the rod over the diaper pail as well.
In the common room were the usual heavy, (Can't brake these with out getting drunk and breaking your hand.) sofa, table chairs, desks and three bookshelves, one for each of the adjoining bedrooms, of her books, and two old-fashion footlockers, with Hannah's name stenciled on, were serving as coffee tables.
As Hannah showed their new girl friend around the place she knotted Sally's eyes drifting back to the stack of pink diapers. Hannah smiled.
"Lay down on the sofa." She told Sally. As she retrieved a pink diaper and started to unfold it.
Both Hannah and Sally grind uncontrollably as the blond moved her hair out of the way, laid down, arched her back on the sofa and slid her bluejeans and panties down.
The plastic backing made crinkling noises as Hannah slid it up under Sally's naked butt.
As the last of the tapes were pulled over into place, Hannah's hand lingered in the crotch of the diaper.
Electing an “Ohhh.” from Sally.
Hannah quickly snapped her hand back, realizing what she'd just dun.
But Sally was just as quick to reach out and grab the hand. “No... Please.. Don't you even dare stop.” She smiled, guiding her lover's hand back to the crinkling diaper with her left hand, as her right gently pulled Hannah's face closer to her own. Hannah didn't even try to resist.
Hannah want cretin whether to concentrate on the kiss or her search for her lover's clitoris through the thick padding. She was pretty cretin she'd found what she was looking for. But... Sally's sudden moaning through the kiss confirmed she'd gotten it right.
“Oh Jehovah! She's a moaner too. Hannah thought to herself trying not to grin as the two continued the passionate kiss.
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Afterwords... With thirty minute left, until there next classes and Hannah's fore roommates out to classes of there own. The two actually had the common room to themselves for some time.
As Hannah made ice coffee for the two. Sally took the time to check out the books in the bookcase next to the little room where the two had just made love. The top half of the cabinet was pretty much what she'd expected class textbooks, the titles of which made it obvious the owner was in medical school... a copy of the Physician's Desk Reference. But the thing that really cough her attention was the contents of the lower shelves Arthur C Clark, Larry Niven, Frank Herbert, Wendy Pen, JRR Tolkien, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea, The Time Machine, Two Thousand And One A Space Odyssey, ElfQuest, Star Wars, a pare of Star Trek scrips, Glactica... some of the best science fiction and fantasy of the last two hounded years.
The coffee Hannah to Sally was both sweet and creamy.
“Mmmm... What did you make this with? Cream?”
“No.” Hannah replied “Half and Half. It's my grandmothers reapy.”
Click. Click.
The door to the hallway opened and three of Hannah's roommates piled in giggling and chatting among themselves. Until they saw that the room was already occupied.
“Hay Hannah. Who's you friend?”
Hannah and Sally looked at eachother... and togeather burst out laffing.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Jun 24, 2018 at 2:04 AM
Content: Chapter 3 Homebodies
Hannah wasn't used to having this sort of money. True, her family were comfortable. But she wasn't used to having a real house. Her parents had always had apartments. Her daddy, Jo had spent nearly thirty six years in the same office, and had never owned a NEW car. So if not for the fact of her scholarship Hannah knew full well, her parents would have ever have been able to to afford medical school. She'd spent most of her time in collage living the cliche of the starving student. Sally on the other hand had money and was used to it. Not only was her dad the sort who, given a couple months heads up, could drop a few hundreds of thousands of dollars... cash, to get a small house off campus, for his only daughter. Sally also had money of her own. Her maternal grandfather had left her a sizable trust of her own. Granted three quarters of it was in stocks and bonds that the girl couldn't get at until her twenty first birthday, but even just that part that was liquid was way more that enough for the girl's immediate needs.

Consequently the little nine hundred square foot, two bedrooms, one bath red, brick, Sally eventually led her new lover to was small. By her own standards. But for one or two collage students, it was more than aqueduct. The house sat on a half acre that backed up to south on to a wooded five acre lot. The majority of the windows faced to the south, back yard, affording both natural lighting and privacy.

Most of the living/dinning room furniture was real hardwood walnut, and oozed taste. But then... where most of us would have used through pillows, Sally had used stuffed animals... In loo of an easy chair? A truly massive bentwoob rocking chair, almost more a loveseat, sat in one corner of the room, becide a playpen with a seven foot tall teddybear, that could be used like an oversized beanbag. Scattered around the bear were a half dozen Barbie dolls in various states of undress. The blueray beneath the sixtytwo inch TV hosted a small library oh Hannah Barbara, Pixair and Disney moves. A masive fieldstone fireplace seperated all this from the diningroom.

The back bedroom had been converted into Sally's study. With three mini towers. A microphone, keyboard and a twelve-string guitar had been slaved to the one of the towers. This in turn led to an amplifier and then on to fore tall speaker towers. "Egg cartons" covered all the walls, to deaden the any echoes.

But of course it was the bedroom Hannah wanted to see. And Sally didn't disappoint . The room had been dun in a pail blue on three of the walls with an accent wall of light gray, with Tinker Bell and My little Pony fatheads on the walls. The massive king size slay bed had Disney princesses quilt, to match the drapes. Beneath the quilt were real SILK sheets, soaker pads, and a plastic sheet. The matching dresser had a stack of a dozen West Cost 24s. And a thirty two inch TV. The two nightstands beside the bed were filled with 'toys'. Hannah THOUGHT she'd seen pretty much all the sorts of sex-toys out there for sale on Amazon... but there were a couple of... them... in the drawer?
This in turn delighted Sally to no end. And the two spent the next few nights exploring some of the great, and even creative ideas for several different objects in the 'toy drawers'.
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Question: What dose a lesbian take on a second date?
Answer: Her toothbrush. Or so the old joke says.
Now, weather that's meant to be a comment on a lesbian's breath following oral sex, or on the "nesting" tendency of women, Hannah wasn't all that certain. But in her own defense... Hannah didn't bring her toothbrush until there fifth night together, along with her sofa, mini fridge and microwave, her laptop and teddy bear, her footlockers of science fiction and fantasy books, and her cloths, including half a case of 'Pawz4theCawz' pink diapers, a dozen cotton 'night' diapers, half a dozen vinyl panties, and a pinafore 'dress' to short to hide the matching lace bottom pantie... And to be honest it was really about time. Hannah hadn't been back to her dorm room in fore days.

Life in the Sally/Hannah household quickly settled down into a routine, of classes and studies, lunch, more classes and studies. Supper cuddling in the big rocking chair as the two watched the news... Cartoon Studio on the bedroom TV as the two made love together through the thick night diapers.

But... Don't get the impression it was all fun and love in the home of Hannah and Sally. The two had there first... Well. It wasn't exactly a fight. Perhaps 'disagreement' would be a better way to say it, about two weeks after Hannah moved in. Hannah returned home from class that Tuesday afternoon, to find a strange Escape setting in her spot in the driveway... With a massive red bow on top. Hannah didn't want it. But she new she needed it. And even though she knew Sally was trying hard to do right by her. It still heart her deeply to think that Sally would try to buy her love that way. And yet on the other hand Sally quietly admitted shed never really had a “friendship” before that hadn't involved what she could get for the other. And Hannah found herself quietly accepting the keys to the gift while thinking of what a sad commentary it was on the society around the two. Hannah finally thanked Sally with a bear hug, and drove the two to Tuesday night group.
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Sunday afternoon matinee at the local multiplex... and Tuesday evening group, both became part of the weekly routine for the two lovebirds. Normally the show was a G or PG feature length cartoon, Evil Mittens, or Turn Inside Out, a couple of colas and a medium popcorn with extra butter.
At group Robert And Jeff finally admired they'd started rooming together for more than just the chance to wear diapers full-time. that in turn made the two couples the group's "lgbt click". And the two men quickly joined the girls for Sunday matinees.
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Inspired by Hannah's daring to go diapered round the clock. Sally began wearing diapers outside the house, and using them, more and more. Finally by the Thursday night of the forth week, the two made the rounds through the house, checking the laundry... and the hamper in the bathroom, finding almost all of Sally's 'big girl panties'to toss in with the garbage at the curb, for pickup the next morning. Sally'd finally made up her mind, she was much happier wearing diapers and was ready to go twenty fore, seven.
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Hannah was torn... She hadn't planed to do her residency at U of M. But now... With a girlfriend and a real home... Hannah didn't want to give up her relationship with Sally. And yet she didn't want to intern her, where the laws were so 'draconian'. To the state's lgbt population. But then there was the house to consider too. Hannah had never had a HOUSE before. Growing up it had always been apartments. This was a type of security that was holly new to the woman. Who was really loath to even ask her lover to give it up to traipse halfway across the continent and start over.
At least a dozen nights were spent snugged together beneath the big comforter, with with Robot Pigeon playing on the TV as the two tried to figure out what to do.
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To: DrPengelly@foothospital.com skippengelly@yippy.com
Daddy, would you and Skip please join me and a few friends for thanksgiving dinner her at my house? We have some news to tell you about.
Love u both
Sally

To: sallypengelly@uofm.edu
You're not pregnant are you?
Love you too kid
Dad

To: drpengelly@foothospitle.com
DADDY! No I am not having a baby. Just come to dinner and we'll all talk then
Love
Sally
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The playpen had been stashed away up in the attic. In it's place sat Hannah's sofa and the Christmas tree. The bedding had been exchanged for an Amish quilt and the drapes swapped for some suitably lacy substitutes. All of the diapers were out of sight.
Hannah's family had shown up almost thirty minutes early... and were sitting with the girls around the dining table, Enjoying the smell of the roasting turkey in the oven, having tea, and catching up... When the door bell rang.
Sally jumped to her feet “Daddy!” she squealed running for the door.
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Sally opened the door. The man and the boy standing on the porch were both, like Sally, blonds. The man looked to be in his fifties, with a reseeding hairline, thick black rim glasses, and a massive grin.
The young boy was maybe all of eleven or twelve, with a fresh buzz cut and a grin nearly as big as Sally's
“Daddy! Skip!”
The three fell into a massive grope hug.
“Come in you two. Come see what we've dun with the place.”
“Everyone this is my father Dr. Jo Pengelly and my brother Skip. Daddy, Skip this is Mr. Robert And Audrey Ephraim, and there daughter, and my roommate, Hannah.
Hands were shaken and “hello”s made all around.
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With a grand total of nine hundred square feet of house to show off, it didn't take long to get to the study. Sally tried to explain to the others all of her computers... but Skip seemed the only one interested or even able to follow the talk of motherboards, CPUs, RAM... “OK try this then.” Sally clicks on a file on the monitor.
The six of them stood in the center of the room listening to Hannah and Sally's harmonizing the old Caption and Tineal song 'Love will keep us together', in G Major, from the speakers.
“Waite a minute.” interrupted Dr. Pengelly. “If the... this bedroom's being used as a study/... Then where is Hannah slee... Oh... Oh no. Not my kid! No way!'
“Daddy.” Sally interrupted him in return.
“No way is my kid's a kitty puncher!”
“Daddy. Stop. You always knew I liked girls better.”
“I knew no such thing!”
“Then why did you think I didn't want to date Jimmy, back in twealth grade?”
Dr. Pengelly Burst out laughing. “I just assumed you didn't want to get stuck with 'Horney' as a last name.”
The entire room erupted into laughter.
“And you did go to prom with Scot.”
“Daddy! You knew Scoty was just as gay as Rock Hudson.”
“I knew no such... He was?”
Sally nodded at her father.
“Wow. Imagon that. Scot Blackstone a sausage smuggler?”
“Daddy!... Don't use those words. Would you call the Ephraims 'Kikes'?”
“No. Of course not. Why would you even think I'd say such a...”
“Then don't use those words. And besides Hannah and I didn't ask you here to fight.”
“Yes. Why did you ask us all here?” ask Hannah's mom Audrey.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: Jul 30, 2018 at 1:28 PM
Content: Chapter 4 Niagara
1300 hours Friday 26th June 2015 Mr.&Mrs Robert & Audrey Ephraim and Dr. Joseph T Pengelly are pleased to extend there heartfelt invitation to your family to join them in celebration of the union of there daughters Hannah D Ephraim and Sally K Pengelly in blessed and holly matrimony. At Niagara New York aboard the Made Of The Mist at 1PM on the 26th of June in the year of our lord 2015. Survives to be officiated by Captain Malcolm T Retires Commanding Officer Maid Of The Mist, The Right Reverend Kenneth R Kennedy and Rabba Janet Abraham.
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“The two of us hadn't really PLANED it the way it turned out. We just wanted to thumb our noses at the state, and make it legal despite there fraked up laws. But the day of our wedding was the same day that the US Supreme Court finally made our marriage legal in all 50 states. What we did plan was that as long as it was still not being recognized back home, we'd do it in New York and in Canada. We'd put one foot on each side of the line and let the captain make it legal in two countries. We even picked Rabba Abraham specifically because she's from Canada. Everyone had to wear those heavy yellow raincoats, except the two of us. And our fathers. We'd had the plastic sewn over each of our dresses, as a part of each of our gowns, and our dad's tuxedos. It almost felt like a fetish thing.
As it happened it was only like two or three hours before we stepped off that the court announced there decision. In one way it sort of stole our moment. But in the other we were league! It didn't matter anymore where we wanted to live. It was all any of our guests could talk about. Right up until one o'clock, when the Sally and Doctor Pengelly, and daddy and I, all started up the length of the boat to where the Captain waited with Rev. Kennedy and Rabba Abraham at the bow.”
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“Suffice to say the sound of the falls was almost defining. You can barley hear yourself let alone the rest of us. And the deck was soaked. Captain Retires had used the GPS to positioned the boat exactly on the line between the US and Canada, and dropped three anchors to keep us there, where we could literally put one foot in New York and the other in Ontario.
At the bow of the boat Captain Retires was standing with one foot in each country. Rev Ken was on the US side of the boat and Rabba Janet was waiting for us in Canada.
Hannah and I were in absolutely perfectly, matched gowns, with translucent Perl white vinyl over each. and white, tights with lace ruffles on the butt, under fore layers of taffeta underskirts. Hannah got to wear her favorite white maryjanes, and I wore three inch heels, so that we were closer to the same height. Even so there was still like fore inches between us.
Both of us, by that time, were going diapered twenty fore seven. Hannah was even starting to 'dribble' pretty much round the clock, So I know that by the time the two of us were ready to step off we were both wet. In one way it almost felt kinky, being led across the deck of the boat with that secret under our gowns... But it's not really a fetish or a kink Not to me anyway. Fetish and Kink are about sex. And to me, my diapers have almost nothing to do with sex. To me... it's about being able to give up all the grown up crap. And just to relax. It's sort of like Hannah's love of science fiction... It's escapism. Even if it's just for a little while I get to forget about school and homework and my GPA and all the bills that come from keeping a home. I know it's not the sort of thing most people understand. That's one of the things I love about Hannah. She dose get it. I don't have to explain it to her, and to me that's really... important.
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“As Mr Ephraim and I led our daughters to the bow of the Made Of The Mist, I couldn't help but think of how I wished her mother was still alive to be here... But then again.
You know? It's funny how life works out. When Sally was born, her mother and I had all these plans for her... and for Skip when he came along too. We dreamed that they'd both become doctors maybe even become noteworthy surgeons in there own rights... They'd end up in marriages... Strait marriages. Give us a couple of grand kids each. Skip might even end up being President.
Neither of us ever even considered Sally'd end up a carpet muncher... married to a Jew... But we did get another Doctor in the family. So I guess it's not all bad. I just never thought it would be a dike Jew doctor. Thank God her mother didn't live to see it. BUT... in the end it is her life. So all I could do is suck it up and smile. And wright the check. Hell there not even rich Jews.”
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“Dr. Pengelly and I walked both of the brides to beneath the huppah, that had been made in the 6 colors of the rainbow flag, to where the two copies of the wedding licences and ketubah between them waited. “The times they are a changen'.”
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“We'd originally invited sixty, thirty from each of our families. We ended up with forty eight guest that made it. I was amazed... particularly considering my family. Fair from sending an RSVP, my Uncle Steven sent a long rambling letter quoting Leviticus and informing us that we would burn in hell for our gay”lifestyle” and that he and aunt Ann will be trying to “pray the gay away” for me. So I'm thinking no toaster from them.”
To Steve_Pengelly1951@Yeppy.com
Dear Uncle Steve,
If the motavation for your letter of 12 February 2015, is to convince me of the error of my ways, and that you know the only true path to apease God, and to salvation. Then you are going to need to answer three questions to my satisfaction.
1. If Jesus preached love and tolerance... and you are preaching this sort of hate... Who's work are you really doing?
2. Have you ever seen Dana Carvey on SNL as The Church Lady? “Satan Maybe?”
3. If Jesus preached love and tolerance... Do you honestly think he will condemn anyone for “Loving the wrong person?
BTW Have you ever read Galatians 5:4? You who are trying to be justified by the law have been alienated from Christ; you have fallen away from grace
Thank you for your time,
Sally Pengelly
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Captain Retires began quoting from the small book in his hands, in a booming voice that carried over the sound of the falls; “Since the days of wood and canvas, the men and women who have commanded, have accepted many responsibilities. But we have also enjoyed many privileges as well. One of those privileges is why we are gathered her today.”
Rabba Abraham took up the speech saying: “Judaism views marriage as the ideal human state. Both the Torah and the Talmud view them without a spouse as incomplete. This is demonstrated in several passages, one of which states that 'Them who do not marry are not a complete person', and another that says, 'Any who has no spouse lives without joy, without blessing, and without goodness'.”
“Blessed art though, O Lord, King of the Universe, who created mirth and joy, and birdies, gladness, jubilation, dancing, and delight, love and sisterhood, peace and fellowship. Quickly, O Lord our God, may the sound of mirth and joy be heard in the streets of Judah and Jerusalem, the voice of bride and bride, jubilant voices of birdies from their canopies and youths from the feasts of song. Blessed art though, O Lord, who makes these birdies rejoice.”
“And Ruth said unto Naomi: 'Entreat me not to leave thee, Or to return from following after thee: For whither thou goest, I will go, And where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, And thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, And there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, If ought but death part thee and me'.”
Rev. Ken took up the ceremony then asking; “Hannah Ephraim... Sally Pengelly... Have you each come here today, in the sight of both God, and these witnesses, of your own accord?”
“Yes. I have” replied the two in unision.
“And having given this decision all its due considerations. Have you each made this journey with a mind cretin in the intent to be joined as one, in the eyes of our God, The laws of our nations, the eyes of these witnesses, and the harts of you both?” ask Captain Retires.
“yes. We have.” Hannah and Sally answered, each reaching for the others hand.
Sally's 5 year old cousin Richard, acting as the rings bearer, stepped foreword with a grin on his face. This was his moment for some attention, as he handed of the rings over to Ken and Janet.
“Dear Heavenly Father, who created each of us to love and to be loved by You and by others, we pray your heavenly blessings on these rings and on the couple who will wear them.” Intoned the Rabba Abraham.
The Right Reverend Kennedy took up the prayer saying “As these rings encircle their fingers, may your divine and constant love encircle their hearts. Thank you that the value of these rings far surpasses that of gold and diamonds. They are merely symbols of the priceless commitment of this marriage covenant. May the blessings and power of the Holy Spirit be upon the wearers of these rings during the ups and downs of daily life. May they travel life together as a family, joined together as one. May their wisdom grow along with their knowledge of each other’s unique character and spirit. May there be grace in times of conflict, an ability to communicate during misunderstandings and a deep sense of belonging to each other.”
Captain Retires step in as the rigs were handed to the brides.
“Hannah Ephraim if you are prepared here and now to promise to keep yourself, heart, sole and body, only for this woman? Until death do you part then place this ring upon her.
“Sally Pengelly, I will keep myself only for you.” recited Hannah as she slid the ring onto her finger.
“Sally Pengelly if you are prepared here and now to promise to keep yourself, heart sole and body, only for this woman? Until death do you part then place this ring upon her.
“Hannah Ephraim, I will keep myself only for you.” replied Sally sliding the other ring onto Hannah.
“Sally Pengelly... Hannah Ephraim... Seal your love with a kiss. Instructed the Captain of the boat over the din of the falls.
“Friends! I am honored to introduce to all of you, Mrs. Sally Pengelly- Ephraim... and Mrs. Hannah Ephraim-Pengelly.”
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“Thank Jehovah!” Exclaimed Hannah as the two stepped into there bridal sweat at the Niagra Classic. “Turn around and I'll unzip you... We've got twenty minutes until the reception. Do you need changed?”
Sally nodded yes to her wife, before turning her back to her “You must be soaked by now too.”
The two girls helped each other out of there gowns and taffeta... snapped open the sides of the vinyl panties, and opened the tapes.
“Tell you what... Let's make it forty minutes, and we can be fashionably late to our own party.” Sally whispered as she pulled her... wife down onto the massive bed, and slid her hand down Hannah's stomach. The two fell into an embrace and kissed, there tongs each exploring the other again, as Sally's finger slid inside and found Hannah's g spot.
“Oh shit!” moaned Hannah as the warmth and excitement began to spread through her body.
“OK.” giggled Sally. “But you'll need another shower if you do.”
“I'm thinking we both should shower, unless you want to go smelling of pee.” Hannah giggled squirming from under sally, jumping from the bed and running for the bathroom... With Sally close behind
The shower in this room was a massive thing. At least five by fore feet. More than enough room for the two laughing women. As the worm water began to play over there shoulders, the two once again fell into there passionate embrace. There hands exploring and searching for the other's most sensitive spots.
The difference in the height of the two made it no big eschew for sally's moth to find Hannah's breast. As her finger continued to to slide in and out of Hannah's crotch, her tong began to explore the areola and nipple of her left breast.
Hannah moaned and shivered as the hot waves of pleasure again began to build in her. “Oh crap... Oh crap... Oh shit yes!” Hannah screamed as the waves of her climax flowed over her like the hot water of the shower, and for several seconds the woman only vaguely aware of her surroundings
As Hannah finally once again became aware of the world around her she also felt hot pee flowing from her over Sally's hand and down her leg. “Oh shit! I'm sorry.” Hannah began in a panic.
'Don't be.” was all Sally replied in that soft whisper that Hannah found so sexy.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: May 15, 2020 at 3:28 PM
Content: Thank you Grumpy for the encouragement.
This being my first attempt at a "novella?" and being a first draft. I know it needs a rewright.

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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: May 15, 2020 at 6:31 PM
Content: Thank you DD.