Jess acts on instinct.
“Mommy!” she cries at the top of her lungs. Summoned by the call of her distressed child, Mom appears. Mom rips Jimmy off Jess and drags him away. Jess can hear the scolding from where she’s standing. After handing Jimmy off to his parents, Mom returns.
“Come here, Jess,” Mom coos, picking her up. Jess curls against Mom’s chest, still thoroughly shaken up by the incident. She’s not sure whether Mom is just playing the part of the concerned mother or whether Mom legitimately was worried. But either way, she’s carried away from the crowd of larger, older children and back to her table.
“Don’t worry, Jimmy’s being punished,” Mom says. She begins to gather her things. “And I think you’ve been through enough. We’re going home.” Jess looks up at that, surprised. “You can apologize to Jack tomorrow.”
As she’s too drunk to drive, Mom asks a relative to take them home. Specifically, a relative who has a car seat in their car. Jess allows herself to be buckled into the car seat. As they pull out of the parking lot, Jess feels pressure in her bowels. Before she can do anything, a thick log begins to enter her diaper. All she can do is try to get the humiliation over with. She pushes, grunting forcefully. Mom looks at her and shakes her head.
“I’m so disappointed in you, Jess,” she says somberly. Jess grunts one last time. Her bowels emptied, her bladder lets loose. Mom hears the hiss. “You just wet yourself too, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Jess squeaks. Mom sighs.
“You’ll just have to sit in that dirty diaper until we get home,” she says. Jess nods. She shifts in her seat, trying to find some way to be comfortable. After a few moments, she finds the sweet spot. Promptly, the business of the day catches up to her and she falls asleep.
Jess doesn’t wake up until…