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    [Complete] I'm wet

    I'm Wet.

    I was wet, as she came through the door.
    I wasn't wearing a diaper; I was just wet. She saw, and smiled.
    I hadn't wet myself; I was just wet. As she smiled, I blushed.
    I was wet, and as I blushed, she spoke.
    "You're wet," she teased.
    I sighed. "I'm wet," I admitted. Her smile widened.
    "You're a messy girl," she said, her mocking tone playful.
    I played along. After all, I was wet.
    "I made a mess," I confessed. She rolled her eyes.
    "Shall I clean your mess?" she asked.
    "I can do it," I promised. She shook her head.
    "That's why I'm here," she said. I nodded my head.
    "And you're wet," she restated.
    "I'm wet," I confirmed. "I'm sorry."
    She left me sat there, wet.

    Later I paid her. Sure, I'd done my own washing up, but I'd splashed water all over. After I'd changed into a dry top I'd joined her, found my kitchen pristine again, her cleaning worth the wage. We drank coffee, and I wondered when she'd be back.

    I'd be wet.