Chuck heard Stu's screams piercing the peaceful night. Uh-oh, Chuck thought. This is going to put Tommy in one of his moods. He felt Tommy stir next to him and sigh heavily without getting up. Stu's manic shrieks continued to disturb everybody's sleep, but Tommy stubbornly stayed in bed. Chuck knew that he was still awake because when he reached over to place a tender hand on his lover's shoulder, his body felt tense. Chuck was becoming impatient and gently suggested that Tommy go help his father. He knew that referring to Stu as Tommy father pushed his buttons. That was part of the reason why he did it. The other part was because he got irritated when Tommy didn't appreciate the fact that his father was still alive, unlike everybody else's father.

The next day, Chuck wrote about their ensuing argument on his blog- "Through the Haze."

Hi, all. No creative writing today. Just a personnel post. Tommy and I argued again last night. It just tears me apart to have arguments. I know that its not my fault, or his either. It's this terrible tragedy that's taken hold of every aspect of our lives. I remember a time when Tommy used to be happy. It brakes my heart to see him this way. To see Tommy-"the bravliest baby of all"- so depressed. He's been brave long enough; it's time for me to step up.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. "How's the blog going?" Tommy said from behind him. Apparently, he had a recent change of heart. His bad moods, although frequent, never lasted long. Chuck felt a peck on his freckled cheek.

"It's been going pretty good. I've got a few new readers and they've been leaving some pretty positive comments, so I've been pretty happy about that. I'm a bit concerned, though, because my readership has gone down almost six percent since April, so I'm thinking that maybe I should sell some ad space, maybe start promoting other blogs. Y'know, just really get my name out there."

"That sounds like a great idea," said Tommy. "You're so resourceful." He looked at his lover with a lustful smile on his face.

"So, how's your forum going?" Chuck said amorously.

"Oh, y'know, it's going good. We got a steady new membership lately and people have been writing some very interesting posts."

"Ya don't say?"

"Yeah. There's this new user called LuvsMeTender who started some pretty provocative, even controversial, threads. One of the more popular ones is "Do You Prefer Cloth or Disposable?" and so far it's been split pretty much down the middle, y'know, 50/50."

"So, uh, what kind of stuff do you guys… talk about?"

"Well, mostly, it's pretty normal form talk, but there is a sub forum for specific DL issues, like- how many people know about it; is it sexual or just like, your thing; how long have you known that you're DL; do you wear them all the time, or just like, on special occasions; and do you poop in them."

Chuck stared at Tommy wide-eyed, but Tommy didn't notice; he was too engulfed in forum talk to notice. He continued. "There's this one troll that I keep banning. He's posted under multiple accounts, but I can tell that it's the same guy. I mean, for starters, he keeps coming up with almost identical user names. Like, he created one account under the name DependableGuy and posted some really stupid and gross shit. Then after I banned him, he came back as YouCanDependOnMe. And it's like 'do you think I'm fucking stupid or something?'"

"Yeah," Chuck replied, trying to not seem totally weirded out. "Trolls can be tough. I had one that kept calling me a fag."

Tommy looked at him with concern and sympathy. "Aw, that sucks, Chuck."

There was a pause in the conversation and Chuck, relieved that Tommy was done talking about his forum. Only he wasn't. "So anyway," the purple-haired boy continued, "this guy kept posting about all of his fetishes and shit and his sexual experiences, plus all this adult baby shit. And he'd post pictures of himself dressed up as a baby, in like, feety pajamas with sheep on them and a giant pacifier in his mouth. And it's like, I don't want to see that shit or know about it. The readers don't want to know about it. If you wanna post that shit, there's plenty of places to do that. This is a forum for support and mature discussion among regular people who just happen to like wearing diapees. We're not a bunch of weirdoes like that guy.

Chuck, desperately wanting to change the subject said "You know what we haven't done in a while? Visit the Sexitorium." He gently stroked Tommy's purple, wispy mustache.

The Sexitorium was a room off the basement that had a king size canopy bed with a mirror on the ceiling above; mood lighting; a phonograph; and an armchair across from a TV next to a diverse selection of porno tapes and magazines for when you just felt like "being by yourself." There was a small window for viewing- if everybody was cool with it (but sometimes, CB Phil looked without permission, anyway). Nobody ever cleaned it, so the sheets were very crunchy. There was skeet all over the place. So much skeet that all the girls had to take birth control so they didn't get pregnant just from being in there. If the room was occupied, you were supposed to put one of those stupid hipster scarves on the door knob.

And then some slash happened in the Sexitorium. As the action became more intense, they could see CB Phil's eyes in the viewing window even though they hadn't agreed to it. That's OK, though, because they knew that there love was right and even beautiful. When they were in the throes of love-making, Stu barged in.

"You kids are going to get hurt if you keep climbing all over each other like that." Stu said with genuine concern in his voice.

Tommy leaped off his lover, pulled his diapee up in a defiant manner like he was going to confront Prudence, the Junk Food Kid in that one episode. "Stu, this is the LAST FUCKING STRAW!" he pulled his hand back to strike his used-to-be-father.

"Tommy," Stu said, "did you know that the world is secretly controlled by the Reptarian Elite and that all major world leaders are part of said race?"

Tommy stared at his "father" dumbfounded. "Stu, that's fucking nonsense!" He let his hand fall to his side.

"Yeah, well, did you also know that on the morning of 9/11, over 4,000 Jews didn't show up to work at the World Trade Center because the Israeli Intellegence Agency informed them ahead of time that there was going to be an attack. It's true, Tommy. Read your history. Did you know anything about this?"

Tommy just stood there, mouth agape, his anger boiling up insode him so much that he couldn't even express it. He fell onto the wall and slid down to the floor, putting his head in his hands. Chuck, still nakie, walked over to comfort him. Tommy let out a loud scream of frustration. CB Phil got turned on, and Stu returned to the Dance Studio.