Security Britches

There was a new brand in the adult diaper section.

“Look Michaele,” Tareq said. He held an eighteen-pack, loose in his arthritic grip. “We should get these.”

Michaele peaked over her glasses. “I can’t read it,” she said.

“Security Britches,” Tareq said. “Don’t you get it?” Michaele had somehow paced Tareq in the aging race. The young blonde in the red dress was now a gray stone in brown waist pants who pissed herself. “Like security breach,” he said. “Like at the White House.”

“Weren’t we invited?” she said with a twitchy wink and Tareq remembered why he loved her.

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Title by: Tamisan
Story by: Nick

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