Resisting your heavy eyes; a really big day for the economy is coming this month (the 15th) and you don't want to miss out. It's 1:30am and you've dozens of research tabs open; your hands are shaking; the heater is blowing against your cold, shivery chair.
"Come on, Danny." Vanessa tells you, coming up behind your chair and rubbing your shoulder, kind of pulling on your chair. "It's really late."
"Let him do his thing, Nesa!" Sydney mumbles loudly, rolling her eyes as she sighs in bed. "You aren't his mom. And we really need the income."
Vanessa, being the one who inexplicably can't hold a job, takes that heavily. Still, she looks back over at you. She speaks softly but firmly,
"Daniel, this is my place; you're going to turn off your computer in five minutes, I'm going to change you, and we're both going to bed. Okay?"
"Uhh..." You say, zoned out. "S-sure..." You answer, only registering what she said seven seconds later. It's not too big a deal; you can just get up earlier in the morning tomorrow.
Vanessa pats your shoulder, giving you a surge of tickly comfort as her touch always does--especially when your body and mind are as strained as they are right now. She walks over to the cabinet and pulls out the supplies and equipment, as you frantically try to come to a satisfactory conclusion of some of your findings.
"Time's up." Vanessa says, sitting down by the floor.
"Okay, okay..." you mumble, quickly closing everything, and logging out of your Scottrate account, getting up off the chair, and walking a few feet over, and sitting down on the mat she laid out for you.
"What insights do'ya got about the 15th, Danny?" Sydney asks you, eyes half-closed as she lays on the bed.
"Well, one thing that's very certain is that there will be a relatively huge shift in the restaurant industry." You explain, looking over at her as Vanessa lays you down and spreads your legs. "With men mostly in the relationship authority and social autonomy again, there will be approximately a 30% increase of people going to restaurants like Applebee's and Chili's. You know like, lower-level bar and grill places?"
"Makes sense." Sydney groggily nods her head, as Vanessa is finished untaping your diaper and opens it up. "Because guys prefer going to eat less expensive and more casual, right?"
"Uhuh." You answer.
"And this means there'll be *less* customers for the more expensive, formal restaurants?" Sydney follows up.
You nod, as Vanessa takes the first wipe to your upper-crotch area. Given that it's already a cold, wintertime bedroom, the coldness of the wipe makes you squirm a little.
"So did you make any decisions on that?" She continues.
"Yeah; it's one of the most certain things that's going to happen. So many people have already bought shares for the restaurants themselves, or for certain equipment and ingredients. So *I* bought $150 of stock in the more causal napkins; something most people wouldn't have thought about. It won't yield a huge gain, but an almost guaranteed one. Since we're so short on money, I wanna make at least 20 really solid, dependable investments this week, and avoid any risky ones." You explain as Vanessa is now down to your bottom; shifting you left and right on the floor and getting your legs up to wipe you.
"So you're not gonna invest in girl's diapers?" Sydney asks, a little more awake than she was before.
"Yeah, since *everyone knows* that women's diapers are going to be flying off the shelves around the 15th, the stock value for those products already went up super fucking high back in December." Vanessa has put your legs back down, and is doing a final all-around touch-up wipe, being that this will be a bedtime diaper. "The only way to make a lot of gains through that is if you have special information, or lock really firmly down on a small sector of the industry."
"Makes sense." Sydney yawns. "Blehhhh I'm not looking forward to it." She rolls onto her back. "I'll give you a stock market prediction; all those movies coming out where the women are kicking ass are going to make a shitload of money in the next few months, 'cause a lot of girls are gonna want empowerment fantasy right around then."
You mull that over for a moment as Vanessa rubs your powder in.
"...oh shit, you're right!" You look over at her. "That totally explains why all those Hunger Games and Divergent type movies have been slated for May and June this year! I'm assuming plenty of industry experts know this already, but it's not something I've thought about."
"Oh and one other thing;" you go on as Vanessa starts taping you up into a fresh one, "I happened to learn that a most major stores like Wal-Mart and Target are going to have a MASSIVE discount on boy's diapers, starting tomorrow."
"Ahh, that makes a lot of sense." Sydney says. "Why haven't they done this before, though?"
"They're mostly doing it to clear up shelf space; the industry is going to have around 40 to 70 different varieties of women's diapers on mainstream shelves alone, so they need to have a lot of room for it. So in the week and a half leading up to alternation, they're marking down boy's diapers by 70 to 80%." Vanessa has taped you, adjusted it along the legs and waist, and let you sit back up as she goes to wash her hands.