John Gets an Office Babysitter (Part 2)

(part 1) As they returned to the office, John’s mind raced. He felt trapped in this cycle of humiliation, each step announcing his secret. He passed Sarah’s desk, and she looked up, her eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of Mrs. Thompson.
“Everything okay, John?” she asked again, concern evident in her voice.
“Fine, just fine,” John replied, his voice strained.
He hurried to his desk, Mrs. Thompson right behind him. She settled into a chair nearby, her presence a constant reminder of his predicament. As the afternoon dragged on, John grew restless, the crinkling noise ever-present.
“Maybe I should take a walk,” John suggested to Mrs. Thompson, desperate for relief.
“Of course, Mr. Smith. But please, try to stay within sight,” she replied, standing up to follow him.
John nodded, grateful for the momentary freedom. They walked through the office, the crinkling sound drawing curious glances. John ignored them, focusing instead on the exit. He pushed open the door, stepping out into the fresh air.
Mrs. Thompson kept pace beside him, her eyes scanning the area. They walked in silence for a while, the only sound the persistent crinkling of his diaper. John’s thoughts swirled, a mix of shame and an unexpected thrill.
“It’s getting late. We should head back,” Mrs. Thompson finally said, breaking the silence.
John nodded, his mood somber. They retraced their steps, the crinkling noise growing louder with each step. As they approached the office, John saw Sarah watching them, a puzzled expression on her face.
“John, can I talk to you for a minute?” she called out, gesturing for him to come over.
John hesitated, glancing at Mrs. Thompson. She gave a slight nod, indicating he should go. With a heavy heart, John approached Sarah’s desk.
“What’s going on with you today? You seem… off,” Sarah probed gently.
“Nothing, really. Just a bad day,” John replied, avoiding her gaze.
Sarah studied him for a moment, then nodded understandingly. “Alright, if you say so. But if you need to talk…”
“Thanks, Sarah,” John cut her off, eager to end the conversation.
He turned to leave, but Sarah’s following words stopped him.
“And who’s your friend? She seems very attentive,” Sarah remarked, nodding towards Mrs. Thompson.
John’s throat tightened. “Just… someone helping me out,” he managed to say.
Sarah looked unconvinced, but she let it drop. John hurried back to his desk, and Mrs. Thompson was close behind. The day wound down, each passing minute marked by the crinkling of his diaper.
As the final hour approached, John couldn’t wait to escape. He packed up his things, eager to leave this embarrassing day behind. Mrs. Thompson watched him, her expression neutral.
She reminded him, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Smith,” as he headed for the door.
John nodded, too relieved to speak. He stepped out into the evening air, the crinkling sound fading as he walked away. Tomorrow, he knew, would bring a new set of challenges. But for tonight, he was just glad to be alone with his thoughts, the crinkling sound his only companion.

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