Date: Wed, 09 Jan 2008 01:32:32 -0800
From: Kenji De Sade <babiesonyourface@gmail.com>
Subject: Lessons In Humility, Chapter Two

Lessons in Humility

Chapter 2


"Humility is the state of being humble. A humble person is generally
thought to be unpretentious and modest: someone who does not think that he
or she is better or more important than others."

As provided by Wikipedia


When we last left our diaper boy he had been caught in the throws of an UN
authorized orgasm. Punishment was decided; he was bound, hypnotized into
shitting himself in his sleep, and carted off to the airport to fly
hundreds of miles away for intensive training to teach him proper humility
through diaper training.

The Story Continues...

As well pulled into the airport parking garage, David explained that he
would be releasing me from my bondage, and if I was a good boy, he would
leave it off as we went through the air port and would wait until we got on
the plane to go. He also explained that no, my diaper would not be changed
yet. I had three changes every 48 hours, and frankly he didn't feel I'd
earned one yet. Finally he explained, as he pulled a back pack from the
passenger seat, that since I couldn't possibly go through air port security
in nothing more then a shitty diaper I'd have to be clothed first. I was
very accepting of this, and thankful for Daddy David's sensible mind. After
he'd fully removed the restraints and puppy mitts, leaving the pacifier gag
in place, he began to pull my new cloths out of the backpack. Already I was
being reminded of one of the first rules.

"First things first Daniel, we're going to put these locking plastic pants
on you, so in the event you do get out of my sight for just one moment, I
wont have to worry about you getting that mess in your diaper all over the
airport, imagine how embarrassed I'd be if my naughty boy got his mess
everywhere!" As he painted the scenario for me my face grew warmer and
warmer and I knew I was a deep scarlet. My humiliation was as obvious as
the bulk between my legs and the smell emanating from it. And now, even
though I was free of my initial bondage, even if I escaped and ran off, I
still wouldn't be free of my diaper.

A loud noise caused me to shrink my head down as an airplane made its
victorious war cry mocking the laws of gravity. Daddy David looked up at
the sky to watch the airplane fly away and pointed towards it saying, "Look
Daniel, it's an airplane, can you say airplane Daniel?" He looked at me
with what appeared to be a mocking smile, and at the same time an expectant
glare, as if I were supposed to answer him with a pacifier strapped in my
mouth! I looked back at him with a pouting expression on my face.


"Boy!" He said loudly and sternly with a look that matched "When I ask you
a question I expect you to answer me! That's why we have to teach you these
lessons! You don't seem to think anyone else but you deserves your
effort. It's selfish. You can't even fallow simple orders. If you ask me
Daniel, you really just need more attention and stricter discipline, and
then you'll stop acting out and start being a good boy! Now, I'll ask you
again Daniel, can you say "Airplane"?" He stared at me expectantly, with
his big for arms crossed over his chest and his blue eyes starring at me
over his glasses. I felt like a child who'd just been scolded.

"Ahh Paan" I muffled as best I could over the pacifier pressed tightly
against my mouth. I looked up at him with what I'm sure was a frightened
child's eyes and waited to see if I'd done a good job.

"Good boy Daniel! Good little boy! You keep following the rules and your
goanna make daddy proud!" He ruffled my hair with a big grin on his face; I
felt loved and praised all at once. Despite my fully loaded state, I also
began to get a hard on again. Luckily for me, daddy David didn't seem to
notice.

He frowned at me a little for a second as he reached In his bag and pulled
out a navy blue onesie, "The bad news boy, is that I was thinking of
letting you out of your diaper once we got into the airport and passed the
security check in, just making you feel a little bit weary of having to fly
in the cramped passage flight all smelly. Which I wouldn't mind anyhow as
you'll be flying in coach while I fly in first class." I was crushed to
hear this, my daddy David didn't even want to sit next to me on the plane!
I think you're a big enough boy to handle yourself and answer everyone's
questions properly on the plane. I'm sure you'll do good all by
yourself. Now it will be especially good for me, as I wont be changing your
diaper until we get home, and you can thank your little act of defiance a
few minutes ago for that!"

It was then that I realized it was all about the humiliation of the
flight. Someone was sure to ask me about my diaper, or my clothing. Worse
yet, someone was bound to smell my stinky filthy diaper and me! Surely
someone would complain, and he was going to leave me all on my own to deal
with it! I'd have to come up with an answer for people before we even got
to the security gates. I didn't know what I would do, so of course, as soon
as daddy removed the pacifier from my mouth, I whined "Please daddy, don't
do this to me, please, I'll do anything! Just don't continue with this, at
least not in public, not like this, please daddy!"

He tisked at me a few times "Now now Daniel, you keep saying you want to be
a big boy, but your not being very big now are you? All this whining and
complaining. If your not a good boy daddy's just going to have to figure
out new ways to punish you. You remember when you and I first started
chatting, and I asked you what you thought you needed to learn from a
daddy. You were so noble then, telling me you felt you were rather selfish,
especially when it came to sex. You thought it would be great to be able to
experience things you wouldn't normally. You wanted to be able to expand
your horizons so you could please others. Mostly you wanted to learn how to
be a good boy. You went so far as to say you wanted everyone to like
you. Look at you now Daniel, your in a shitty diaper, acting like a shitty
little brat, dressed up like a baby, because you can't seem to act mature
enough to do otherwise. You're still only thinking about yourself. This is
for you Daniel; I'm just helping you by giving you exactly what you said
you needed. A few lessons in humility."


He sighed heavily as he led the onesie over my legs and passed my arms
through the arm holes, then he continued to explain "I think the onesies
with the crotch snaps are just so cute, however I've found boys tend to
find a way to get them off without having to remove all of there cloths, so
as an extra precaution, I use the ones that button on the shoulder, that
way you have to take off everything below the waist before you can peel
yourself out of it." with that he snapped the shoulder snaps and reached
into his bag one more time for three more items, white ankle high socks,
black sandals, and blue and white stripped coveralls with a sleeping puppy
printed on the front kangaroo pouch. I was quickly fitted with these and
standing on my own two feet in the parking garage. My legs were spread
farther then normal as the bulk of the extremely dirty diaper was holding
my thighs further apart then I was used too, and I was afraid to squish it
around anymore then I had to. I was relieved however to find the cloths
seemed to help cover up the smell of the dirty diaper a little, it was at
least less pungent and might be less noticeable to people we passed.

With me all dressed up and already humiliated daddy pulled me from the back
seat and stood me on my own two feet. He locked up the car, went around to
the back to get my luggage, and with his other hand grabbed mine to walk me
into the airport. As we walked he looked over at me and giggled slightly,
saying, "You look so goofy dressed up like that with your long mop top hair
and your goatee and mustache, you just know you're a big boy who's being
punished. You wreak too high heaven too. I really do hope you learn to be a
big boy Daniel, but I have to admit, I get a kick out of how goofy you
look." He laughed a little louder at the end of this and I hung my head in
shame as he continued. "But you know, you just don't look right, and
frankly it makes me uncomfortable, having your mouth all empty like
that. Your prone to tantrums and whining, and you look so much less silly
when your have something in your mouth, I think you should suck on your
thumb, just so I have some peace of mind"

I looked up at his large frame and his coxing smile and hesitated for a
moment. He said "That's okay boy, go ahead and put your thumb in your
mouth, daddy said to, so it's gotta be okay right? Because we all know that
daddy knows best." I slowly led my hand up to my mouth and began to suckle
on it as we got closer and closer to the airport. With my soggy diaper
sagging as I walked, smushing and slurping the cocktail of punishment
inside, my cloths reflecting the child I had been acting like, my daddy
holding my hand because I wasn't responsible enough to walk on my own, and
all while being shipped off hundreds of miles from my home, for a length of
time not as of yet determined. I wanted to cry, I sucked on my thumb like
daddy told me to, and I wanted to cry.


We walked into the corridor of the airport, to my relief there were moving
sidewalks, which meant we could walk through quickly and my chances of
being seen, or worse smelt were less. I quickened my pace; forgetting Daddy
David was holding my hand and almost pulled him along with me. My eyes were
glued on the moving sidewalk and my course was set, but Daddy David snapped
me back by my hand and said "Now now Daniel, don't go running off, stick
with daddy now" he cooed as he said it and a lady passing by looked at me
very strangely, I blushed and continued to suck my thumb, as to my dismay
me and daddy David passed by the moving sidewalk, walking slower then I
would have liked. Continuing to suck my thumb I looked up pleadingly at
daddy David. He smiled down and chuckled.


"You're not getting out of it that easy boy, we've plenty of time to catch
our plane so we're in no hurry, we're just gonna walk through the airport
in a nice leisurely fashion. Your just a little baby brat anyhow, you've
nothing to worry about, that's what daddy's here for. You just keep sucking
your thumb and thinking about what all these people who keep looking at you
are thinking"

At that, just as if I were triggered hypnotically, I began noticing people
around me looking, staring, I could imagine them questioning in there
heads, in my mind it became a hell of my own creation, tormented by my own
imagination and personal guilt.

A woman with a large flower hat and multi colored polka dot dress looked me
up and down with a disapproving look as she walked past me. Almost as
though her mind were talking in mine I heard her voice sternly seeking
answers for her bewilderment at my state "Why are you sucking your thumb
like a child? You must be some kind of slow in the head to walk around
dressed like that."

A small child walking behind me with her mother changes sides to walk
further away from my direct line. I hear her head just like the woman's
"You smell like poo, you're a dirty gross boy! You poo your pants like a
baby!" in my head her accusations are as childish as I imagine kids of her
age to be.

Others passing by whisper thoughts as simple as "Infantile!" "Disgusting!"
some even look to be creating full speeches about there feelings towards my
punished state. All the while daddy mummers on in the background about his
ideals of what they must be thinking.

We'd already gotten our tickets and checked what luggage we needed to
check; only minor embarrassment came from that as most of it was done on a
machine. Daddy David went on for a bit about how much he loved
technological advances, however missed the personalization of human
interaction, though not so much in the airport, all the while I sucked my
thumb and listened.

Security was the scariest place by far. I was terrified when I realized the
padlock was metal, and so was the chain around my waist. My heart was
pounding, my blood was rushing, and my sweat was covering everything my
mortal body was made of. I was sure my brain was drowning in the sweat that
couldn't make it out.

I could see people in line behind me out of the corner of my eye holding
their noses. I knew that for the short term most people couldn't smell me,
but the longer they stayed around me the more likely it was, I estimated it
wouldn't take less then five minutes, I found out in line it only took
about two. A man made a loud vocal remark about how someone must have
farted so hard he'd shit out his insides, another said we should hurry the
line along so whomever needed new underwear could get it quickly, that was
one suggestion I could agree with.

Finally when it was my turn up at the gate, I looked through the metal
detectors at daddy David on the other side. I swear he had the biggest
shit-eating grin I've ever seen on anyone. In that moment I felt confused,
hurt, betrayed, tiered, lost, and afraid. Once someone made mention that I
should probably hurry up before a riot started I realized my fear had
stopped me from moving, which meant the room spinning must have been a side
effect of my fear.

Sure enough as I walked through the detectors went off. I was suddenly even
dizzier and more tiered, every word the security guard spoke to me sounded
like a shout. At first I couldn't make out what he was saying, I was in
such a daze from the horror I felt. Eventually I realized he was simply
asking me to cooperate by spreading my arms and legs out. As I did this I
felt more embarrassed, realizing the sag of my diaper was more evident
without my legs to hold it up, and I was sure too long in this position
would cause the smell more freedom, it was seconds before the wand was
finished making it's pass. When it was done the security guard asked me
what I was wearing under my cloths, I panicked and started stuttering out
words that I can promise you don't belong in any dictionary ever written.

My mind raced a mile a minute with hundreds of ideas on what to tell him,
congruent with that were thoughts of moral, should I lie, or would that end
in trouble? Questions, answers, they were all muddled up in my head, and
every few seconds I would come back to realizing that every time I went
through a list of a hundred words, I wasn't answering the man with a
badge. I felt like a hen trapped in a fox den.

"It's a medical device Sir, he has doctors orders to wear it at all times,
I'm sure if you need to see it that would be no problem at all, right
Daniel?" I heard what daddy David said vaguely through my stupor, but
remembered what I'd been told about answering questions only moments
before.

"N-no Daddy" I stammered, slapping my hand over my own mouth as soon as I
realized what had come out of it, and cursing myself for making it so
obvious that it was an awkward thing to say immediately afterwards. Daddy
David Smirked.

After the man looked at me very strangely he dismissed me for the remainder
of the conversation, explaining to daddy David that the sound hadn't been
enough to really be concerned with and to my complete relief, the visual
aide that had been so kindly offered on my behalf wasn't really needed,
especially if it was a medical device.

Finally we were in the waiting area and daddy David was searching for a
place to sit, I watched hoping against all my fears that he would chose one
of the abundant clear areas to sit, where few people were. However he
noticed a group of families, a few parents with several kids, he smiled at
me as he looked down to make sure I knew where we were going, and he was
pleased to see the sweat on my brow and the furrow it danced over as the
worry continued to live on my face.


We walked over and he sat down, stopping me from doing the same. "Before
you sit down I want to put something on you Daniel, I wont want to have to
keep my eye on you every single second, and I'm sure you'll get curious and
want to wander a bit so" He paused as he reached into his back pack and
pulled out a series of nylon straps and what appeared to be a bungee cord
all in bright blue. As Daddy maneuvered me in front of him with my back
towards his face he began affixing straps to my upper body, two over my
shoulder, one thick one around my waist, and two under my backside and up
around my crotch, outlining the edges of the diaper perfectly, and as far
as I could tell making the diaper bulk more obvious. "This harness will
help me keep an eye on you even when I'm not looking." with that he gave a
tug to the bungee cord and I realized I was leashed! Like a dog, like his
own little pet something or other!

I looked at him aghast as I spun to meet his constantly smirking face. He
sat there with my new leash in hand and a padlock in the other, and before
I could expel the diarrhea of opposition he slid the padlock through a
center peg which I had not noticed each strap seemed to be somehow
connected to. The lock snapped and I heard wind rush from my thoughts. It
wasn't a sigh really. It was more like my hopes, my interests in getting
out of this one, every aspiration I'd had to get my way, just came out in
that one strong breath. It was defeat. It seemed to be coming easier
already.

"There now Daniel I have absolutely no reason to worry about you breaking
any rules now do I?" Daddy David looked at me with a very fatherly figure
look on his face. It was familiar in that I've seen is dozens of times, on
my fathers face, on TV actors playing fathers, on fathers depicted through
out the years. It was that look that said the wearer was correct in all
things, but understood your lack of comprehension and would offer nothing
but patients.

I thought about the question. My dirty diaper was locked on me, sagging
between my legs with my own filth, worse yet it felt as though I'd have to
urinate soon and I wasn't sure how much the diaper could hold. Top that off
with the fact that I had a onesie, overalls, and now a harness not only
strapped over all of that, but also locked on to boot. I thanked whatever
spirits may be that Daddy David and James had been thoughtful enough to at
least layer my diapers. "No daddy, you don't have to worry about my
breaking any rules at all."

"Good boy, now that I have you all strapped in I'm going to give you
something to drink and some toys and you can sit next to me or play on the
ground in front of me, but don't forget how much better you look with your
thumb in your mouth, you really should try to keep it in there longer, at
least until I can get you a pacifier again!" When he finished this
statement I noticed one of the moms look over her shoulder her eyes opened
wide in shock as she stared at us. Daddy David just smiled at me before
digging in his backpack and producing a bottle of what appeared to be baby
formula and a bag of Lego's. He handed them both to me, reached back in his
bag and pulled out a crossword puzzle. My face got redder when I noticed
the mom was still watching.

I sat down in the seat next to Daddy David and put my Lego's and my bottle
in my lap. I kept looking around, at the nosey mom, whom I'd come up with
the nickname Nosey Posey, whom had poked at her husband and pointed me
out. The fact that he seemed to have told her to stop starring made me feel
little at ease as she didn't seem to worry much about it. I noticed others
mothers and fathers looking at me, at first passively, but slowly they all
seemed wretchedly fascinated with my current status. Eventually I pulled
out my Lego's to begin trying to distract myself.

Soon I felt a little thirsty and figured I was embarrassed enough, it would
be silly not to just drink from the bottle in front of me. So I picked it
up and nervously put it to my mouth, slowly so I could watch the people
around the room to see if they were looking. Of course the only one that
seemed to be paying real attention was Nosey Posey. So I looked her
straight in the eye and began sucking down as much as I could.


To my surprise the stuff tasted really good. So good in fact I got lost in
it and completely forgot about Nosey Posey starring. It was a strange
vanilla malt flavor; it was really good and sort of filling in an odd
way. Before I knew it I'd finished the cup, and even before I could say
anything David was praising me, he was paying closer attention to me then I
noticed.

"Good boy Daniel! You finished all your formula so fast, however we want to
be careful, Daddy only packed four bottles so you can't drink them too
fast, but since you liked that one here's another bottle, just try not to
drink so much!" And with that I was handed another bottle and left back to
my own devices.

I felt so good for having done something I enjoyed and having been praised
for it. It was little joy shortly lived in the situation I was in, as a
small boy ran up to me and began the embarrassing conversation that would
end up always making me feel a little worried about airports.

"Hey mister, why are you wearing little boy cloths? Even I stopped wearing
things like that already! And why are you drinking from a baby bottle? Is
something wrong with you mister?" The little boy was about seven years old,
oddly enough, dressed in full adidas track wear, somehow I doubted he was
an all out track star, but kids are always spoiled so well these days. He
was toe headed with freckles and a tooth missing in the front bottom
row. He kept looking up at me inquisitively, only looking away when his
parents called saying. "Johnny leave that poor man alone!" with a small nod
of apology my way.

I felt daddy David's hand on my shoulder and looked up at his stern eyes,
he was reminding me of the rules. I sunk down into my seat, pleading with
my eyes, I somehow felt he could understand my pleading "Please no daddy,
not a little boy, I can't say it to a little boy, please daddy don't make
me do it." and his look replied in kind "You know the rules boy." Simple,
to the point, but without a word we understood each other. I looked back
down and the boy was again looking at me, still awaiting an answer.

"Well, um, you see, I was naughty, or, er, rather I am naughty." I felt
slightly choked and I wanted to come off as eloquently as I could, to
possibly shake off anyone who might be listening and mask the truth of what
I was saying "I couldn't act like an adult properly, I did things I knew
shouldn't have been done, so now I'm being punished like the dirty diaper
boy I am." I said it and trailed off into obvious defeat, looking
sorrowfully at the boy, suddenly hoping to find a sympathizer behind those
innocent young eyes.

"Is that why you smell like poo? Because you're wearing a dirty diaper? You
are naughty mister." The boy made a face at me and plugged his nose and
walked away giggling towards what I assumed were a brother and sister, who
were also holding there noses and making faces at me.


I got angry, I got sad, and I felt like crying all at once. I looked down
at my lap and stared at my Lego's as hard as I could. I played with them
and pouted. I shuffled and fussed. Daddy David never paid me any mind. I
was mortified, and every time I looked up I saw Nosey Posey staring at me,
along with everyone else who had heard the exchange between the boy and
I. And daddy David just sat there doing his crossword. Until finally our
flight was called.

We got on the plane, my harness having been removed while we were in
line. My bottle still in my hand, and my thumb freshly in my mouth. Daddy
David took me to my seat, which I found was nestled next to the window
toward the front of the cabin, next to me was an old woman followed by a
young business type looking guy.

Daddy made sure I was buckled in before leaving me, handing me a teddy bear
and some crackers in a zip lock baggie before leaving, the old woman looked
at me strangely, the business man type didn't seem to notice me. Eventually
the flight took off, the stewardesses made their rounds and everything
seemed to be going fine. Until at one point the woman made comment to the
business man about how rude it was when some people didn't consider other
peoples air space and smells they may not find enjoyable. I was subjected
to her starring, her sniffing and her spraying the most god-awful perfume
I've ever smelt into the air several times. I couldn't blame her though, I
could smell it thickly in my own nostrils, eventually though she managed to
fall asleep, and shortly I followed her.

In my dreams I was diapered, I was diapered thickly, so thickly I couldn't
move my legs. I wobbled uncontrollably on the thick fabric of the diaper
until I maneuvered my way onto my knees. The diaper was so thick the only
part of me that could touch the ground were my knees and my palms. If I
wanted to move around I'd have to crawl. So I crawled. I crawled down halls
and corridors, into rooms and closets, all with random assortments of
memories. Some of babyish things like pacifiers, bottles, cribs, and some
with more random things, like pink fish in blue water, or dog dishes glued
to the ceiling. Through every room I crawled until I came to my living
room.

All of my friends, everyone I knew, and everyone else was somehow standing,
comfortably around me in my living room. They were all smiling at me. All
of them seemed very happy to see me. They were all calling me little man,
or little boy, things like that and all of them smiling, but none of them
would help me stand up. They kept telling me it was for my own good and
that it would be better if I stayed on the ground. Eventually I agreed with
them.

Suddenly my bowels, bladder and all, let lose and I couldn't stop
myself. There was no warning to it, no feeling before it hit, I was just
Suddenly urinating and shitting all at the same time. I felt so full yet
getting emptier all the time. At first I noticed the diapers were really
thick and would hold a lot. Then I realized they were soaking it all up to
fast and it wasn't stopping. Everyone started backing away from me. They
all started talking about how much I stunk and how horrible it was to be
around such a bad boy. I couldn't help myself, I pleaded with them and
begged them to stay, and as they all left I woke up. The plane had landed
and people were starting to get off. I realized that my diaper was
warmer. As I stood it felt heavier then I'd remembered. I started to cry a
little when I realized I'd dirtied myself more in my sleep again. I was
still letting tears slowly slide from my eyes when Daddy David came to
retrieve me.


"Aww what's wrong Daniel? Why are your crying? Didn't you nap well on the
plane?" He cooed at me as he said this and stroked my forehead a bit with
one hand while getting my bag out of the overhead compartment and listening
to me explain about feeling so bad about having expelled myself once again.

"Don't worry too much Daniel, now that we've finally landed I can change
you in the airport bathroom." He smiled as he said these golden sweet
words. He knew what it would do to me to have this release offered.

I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly and sobbed a couple of
times while thanking him and promising to be good from now on. By the time
I was finished we were among the last to leave the plane. We hurried to the
bathroom and to my shock daddy David patted the child's changing table that
was built into the wall and beckoned me.

"Come on Daniel hop on up and well get you all cleaned up and in a fresh
didee." he held up wipes and baby powder from the diaper bag in one hand
and continued to pat the table with the other.

I was torn at first between the humiliating possibility that someone might
come in, but the look of warning and the thought of being trapped in the
diaper any longer pushed me forward and I gave in. Hopping up on the
changing table I stared at Daddy David while he undid my shoulder snaps and
overalls and worked me out of both, then unlocked the plastic pants, worked
them down to my ankles and began unfastening the duct tape around my
waist. It took a bit of wriggling and a bit of strain but eventually James'
job was undone. Next came the tabs, and when they were done the smell hit
me head on.

"Oh boy Daniel! It looks like you're such a shitty boy you have run over!"
Daddy David chuckled a little at this but just continued onto the next
diaper, making a loud whiffing sound as he opened my diapers
completely. "Oh man boy! I should have hired a cleaning crew to come in and
help!" Just as he said this, the door swung open.

My heart forgot what it was for, and my lungs had there own form of
Alzheimer's as I looked at the man gagging in the doorway who's only vocal
expression was "Oh god!" he sort of held his chest a bit and heaved breaths
a few times before finally bolting from the bathroom in some new direction
I bet he wasn't even sure of. My shock was broken only by daddy David's
loud heavy laughter.

"Boy I'll tell you, some of these folks are a riot! See now, that wasn't so
bad was it boy?" As he looked down at me and continued with the task at
hand, using more wipes then I thought he could carry in the diaper bag to
clean the mess I was, I thought about what had just transpired and in the
end I said,

"No daddy, that wasn't really that bad, thank you daddy." I smiled up at
daddy David and relaxed for the first time since this all started. Daddy
David smiled back at me as he re-diapered me, much to my surprise in first
a disposable, followed by a cloth diaper! I was a bit perturbed, but daddy
David soon fixed that.


"I'm glad your realizing its all for the best boy. But before you forget, I
want to remind you, it's not over yet." With that he pulled the pacifier
gag out of his back pack and nestled it back between my lips, fastening
both the buckle and the lock behind my head, pulled up my locking plastic
pants, again locking those as well, put the rest of my cloths back on and
pulled me down from the changing table. "There boy, he said, lets get you
home.

It was all so sudden and shockingly cold I felt confused and worried all
over again. The relaxed calm sense I'd had moments ago was harshly pulled
away. I walked behind daddy David all the way to the car in a daze. I
didn't have tears for this. I barely had thoughts for this, as I climbed
into the backseat where I was buckled into the center, my hands once again
put into the fist mitts, in a car headed somewhere I'd never been. All I
had was shock and bewilderment. It appeared I had many more lessons to
learn.