Jacob feels a wave of relief after the phone call with Izzy. He picks up her cummy underwear and throws them in the undry. “Hey, I guess I can't leave dirty undry at the apartment while we are gone, can I?” he types to Izzy. He imagines what it would look like if he left the undry sitting around for 6 months, and he cringes. He tosses the heap of clothes into the washer. “Laundry sucks,” he says, but his excitement to see Izzy motivates him.

  “No, that would be gross, Jacob. Gd to see you doing the undry,” she texts back while lounging on the bed in her motel room. ‘I have only been asking him for 2 months if he could help me do the housework.’

  Once that's started, he looks in the kitchen and finds it is also a mess. “Wow, the kitchen is trashed too; this sucks,” he texts her. He starts doing dishes, putting a podcast on, and getting into the groove. An hour ter it is done. “I really let the apartment go, but the dishes are done,” he sends in another text. He looks around and vacuums and sweeps. Finally, after 3 hours of cleaning, the apartment is presentable. He sits on his couch and checks his phone.

  Izzy has sent back a thumbs up and a list of things she wants packed.

  He starts with Izzy's clothes, packing everything she sent on her list. Including the entire underwear drawer, then he goes to the nightstand and pulls out their small collection of sex toys and lube. It only has a rge tentacle dildo and a regur one in pink, 8 inches and the same thickness as him. He looks around the drawer for a vibrator, but she must have taken it with her. “What's the first thing we are going to do when I see you?” he asks in a text, feeling more hopeful than he should.

  He goes and cleans out his 2005 maroon SUV. It's beat up but reliable. He packs the back seats and the trunk full. Once done, he returns to look around the now half-vacant apartment. “Never liked the carpet anyway,” he says and locks the door behind him. He stops 20 feet away from the door and goes back to retrieve the spider pnt. “Can’t forget you,” he says.

  He starts the car; it purrs to life, and soon he leaves his hometown. As he turns onto the highway, he is reminded of a memory. Of him as a 5-year-old on a long car ride, his younger brother and he seatbelted into the back seat, his mom taking them camping, or was it to the zoo? He doesn't remember. But he does remember that the ride was long and she had told him to go pee before they left, but he didn't. She was so upset with him when he peed all over the back seat. He was so ashamed that he hadn't gone before they left.

  He takes a drink of his water as he passes someone going slowly on the highway.

  It's the next part that haunts him. She diapered him on the side of the road in one of his brother's pull-ups. The feeling of the diaper and the humiliation of being put back into them is a lingering memory for him. Something that always comes up whenever he travels. He tries not to worry about it. “I am older now; I don't need diapers,” he muttered to the universe.

  He tells him on the phone to text Izzy, “I am headed that way; see you te tonight.