Chapter 38

Once laid on the flat trolley surface, Ruriel fought hard to free himself of the constricting bindings of the cloth that had been placed all around him with very little help from his mother. It seemed that he wanted out of this soft prison of clothing that had been made around him. His arms and legs were going like pistons and determination was clearly written on his face to get rid of this. Rhonda had quite a job in both controlling Ruriel and then undoing the press-studs of the blue body suit that he was wearing. Her hands were darting here and there all the while there was more than enough kicking and squirming all around. However he did lie quietly still while she was opening the nappy.

Before Oberon could get a good look at his son’s male organ Rhonda had placed a small hand towel over it.

“What is with the modesty Rhonds? It seems to me clearly that Ruriel likes to get naked and isn’t it better to have air on his skin after being cooped up so long?” asked Oberon in