Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2008 07:02:47 -0700 From: Danny Subject: Simon's Journal: Thirteen Days, Chapter 12 of 13 Simon's Journal Volume I Thirteen Days - The First Crusade A novel by Danny Chapter 12 February 27, 2004 Friday I couldn't believe how nice a day it was today; it was almost like someone gave me this perfect day as a birthday present. I'm not sure what part of my party I enjoyed the most. Dad had carried me to the living room an hour or so before everyone started arriving for the party. I couldn't believe how many people showed up; it was like a mad house. Mr. Freeman, my principal, had arrived dressed as a clown. He had the big shoes, costume and even the big red nose. His wife, nurse Gabby from the hospital had come, too, and she wasn't alone. She'd arranged for all the boys that had been my roommates in the hospital to come to my party, heck even Kyle was there though he was strapped into a wheelchair to keep him from trying to walk since he was missing his one leg. Having all the guys from the hospital come wasn't the shocking part, what really shocked me was the fact that every last one of them came wearing diapers and their hospital gowns. Some had on bathrobes, but for the most part they were only clad in their diapers. I couldn't believe it! Oh sure, I was in my own diaper, but at least mom had put a pair of pants on me along with my Panther Jersey. Jasper, Lowell, Mike and my brother Jamie had all showed up about the same time with their parents. Lowell plopped down on the sofa next to me and I heard that sound that told me he wasn't wearing a pull up this time, but was wearing a disposable diaper and from the look of Jasper's pants, I was guessing he was, too. Everyone was carrying in presents and stacking them on the fireplace hearth; of course there was no fire in the fireplace. To my complete surprise Tater, Bull, Runt and Two- Toes came walking in the front door looking perfectly normal and not upset in the least. I took it as a sign that the news broadcast I had heard last night wasn't about them after all. They were followed by their coach and then mine who was then followed by every one of my new teammates. Mary was the one that really made me happy when she came in followed by a man I didn't know. She had her arm in a sling and I could just see the cast peeking out. She smiled and I melted like butter. The stack of presents was so high that I couldn't see the fireplace; it was all just so overwhelming and everywhere I looked there were people. Most of the kids had piled in the living room with me, a bunch of adults were in the kitchen, den and dinning room talking with my parents or themselves. The two coaches were over talking by the pile of presents and Mr. Freeman was wandering around the house making balloon animals, balloon hats and all sorts of other balloon things. He kept looking at me, winking and honking a bicycle horn that was hanging around his neck. He was enjoying making me laugh, which didn't hurt as much as I thought it should. Dad hung a piņata that looked a little too much like my head, busted up eye and all from the ceiling fan in the living room as kid after kid took turns swinging at it while blindfolded. It was my brother Jamie that finally made contact with it as candy and money came spilling out all over the place. That was really cool to watch as the candy, coins and dollar bills rained down on everyone as they scrambled to catch it. The opening of my presents was really cool. I don't know whose idea it was but instead of me opening all the presents the person that brought the present opened it for me. I got all kinds of really cool stuff and probably the best thing was the tickets to go see WWE Raw wrestling live in two weeks, those were from my brother Jamie and his mom. Everybody helped me to blow out the candles on my cake before we all had some with ice-cream. Then the party started to break up a little at a time, while some people still stood around talking and having a good time. It was so incredibly nice outside that after the party had pretty much died down a bunch of us went out to the front porch. I actually walked myself out but Nurse Gabby, who was now wearing Mr. Freeman's big red clown nose and with my dads' assistance, they helped me along. I was feeling better then I had since I got beat-up. Jasper, Mike, Jamie and I were sitting on the front steps of my house and most of my guests had left. Jamie was sitting on my left side, Jasper was to my right and Mike was sitting to Jasper's right and was trying feverishly to solve the Rubik's-Ball that Jasper had given me for a present. We were looking at the latest WWE wrestling magazine and commenting on how the newer wrestlers didn't seem to have what the older more experienced wrestlers seem to have or used to have in some cases like Triple-H and Rick Flair. We were also ogling the WWE lady wrestlers when Jasper suddenly froze solid and let the magazine fall to the step between his feet. Mike said something like, "What's the deal?" to Jasper. I heard Jamie say something too but I still don't know what it was for sure. I looked up at Jasper to see what was wrong thinking maybe he'd just had a twinge of pain again from where he'd been stabbed or something like that, but as I looked up, I saw that he was white as a sheet and looking straight ahead toward the street. While Jamie was reaching down for the magazine Mike and I both turned our heads to see what had him so spooked and to our horror there standing on the other side of the street was Peter Alderman. His head was tilted forward slightly; his hair was matted down and looked greasy like he'd not bathed in days. He was looking out of the top of his eyes at the four of us sitting there. The one odd thing was that it seemed to be gray and raining on that side of the street but on our side it was still sunny and warm. I didn't think-I simply reacted. I was to my feet and screaming for Bull, Tater and Runt who I knew were behind the house shooting hoops in the driveway. Though I was screaming their names the odd thing was, I couldn't hear myself at all, yet I knew sound was coming out of my mouth. I started to take my first step to run around to get them when I heard this incredibly loud explosion and my left side suddenly felt like it was on fire. I heard the explosion four more times in really fast succession and maybe three or four seconds of silence and then one more explosion. I stopped dead at the bottom of the steps and looked toward the direction of the explosions. Peter was no longer standing across the street but was lying on the sidewalk and wasn't moving. It was raining on our side of the street now too as Tater came flying around the corner of the house followed by Bull and then Runt who was still carrying the ball. I turned to them and was going to say something but my right side was burning so much. I reached around myself with my left hand and felt something gooey and warm. I pulled my hand back to look at what was all over it and saw that it was covered in blood and I couldn't understand how or why. I looked up again and saw Bull and Tater flying past me on either side and Runt was grabbing me by my arms. It's kind of funny, but I remember telling him, "Be careful of my sore ribs." Even though they were not hurting me at all. I started to turn to see where Bull and Tater had gone but my legs gave out and I sort of fell down in a spinning motion. Not hard mind you, because Runt had a hold of me and helped me down to the grown. As I was falling I seen the front storm door fly open and Mr. Freeman still dressed in his clown suite came bursting out followed by my dad and then Jasper's dad. I looked up at the sky as my head made contact with the ground with a mild thump. It was raining so very hard now and the sky had become completely black except for a single white fluffy cloud directly over me. I saw it for only a second before Runt's head eclipsed it. His face was only inches from mine. He looked to be screaming at me but I couldn't hear a single word he was saying as rain dripped off his hair and face. Dad had grabbed me, pulled me up to him and was hugging me. Aunt Catharine had come from out of nowhere, heck I didn't even know she'd come to the party until that instant. She was standing over the two of us waving her fat finger at me and screaming, "You did it! You did it just admit that it was you! You did it!" I had no idea what she was screaming about and she just kept screaming that over and over again. I was able to see from over dads' shoulder that Jamie was lying face down on the walk with his feet still on the steps. I couldn't see my other friends because Bull, Tater and all the adults that had spilled out of the house were blocking them from my view. I remember trying to figure why Jamie was laying in such a funny position and why no one was paying any attention to him. My side was really burning white hot and at the same time I was feeling really cold. I saw a flash of green shoot past my eyes and then everything and everyone was gone except I could still hear the rain falling. I lay listening to the rain for several seconds before I opened my eyes and realized for the first time that I had been dreaming again. I managed to lift my head from my pillow to look out my bedroom window. It was still dark but I could see that it was raining out and pretty hard too. Somewhere way off in the distance I heard the rumble of thunder. I was breathing hard but steady as I rested my head back against my pillow and thought about the dream I'd just had. Right up until the end, it had been so good and so real but then everything turned bad as I realized Peter had killed my friends and himself. I closed my eyes for a second, took a deep breath and then let it go again. I was feeling a bit sweaty and I am sure that was because of my dream or maybe because I was so well covered with the sheets and blankets. I looked over at my clock radio; it said that it was eighteen minutes after seven. "Sure is dark out for being after 7 o'clock." I said as I started to think about my birthday party in my dream. Funny thing about it was that I'd not even noticed in my dream that it had gone from Thursday to Sunday and totally skipped over Friday and Saturday. I guess in dreams your brain only creates what it needs to keep the dream going. Now that I think about it, it was odd that no one seemed to mind or even notice that so many of my guests were running around in diapers and hospital gowns. Dismissing the bad part of my dream, I closed my eyes and tried to recapture all the fun bits. I could again see my cake, which was completely covered in candles even though I am only turning twelve. This birthday is going to only be the third one that I've ever had that I could actually celebrate on my real birthday, February 29th, Leap Day. Actually I only remember two of them since I was only four years old when my first real birthday came around. Normally we celebrate my birthday on February 28th since there is only a February 29th every four years. My dream nearly vanished completely when there was a huge crash of thunder that sounded like it was directly over top our house. I heard mom screech from elsewhere in the house and a couple minutes later dad came into my room. When dad saw that I was awake he smiled and asked, "You okay?" "Yeah" I said. "Didn't that scare you?" he asked. I just smiled and shook my head before saying, "Sounded like it scared the bajeebers out of mom though." "Didn't do to good for me either." Dad said with a smile and clutching at his heart, "You ready to get up?" I noticed at that second that dad wasn't wearing his normal suit and tie. "Hey, aren't you going to work today?" "I am going in later this morning for an hour or two but I thought it would be better if I was here." He said before asking again, "So, you ready to get up?" "Um," I hesitated as I realized I was again wearing a soaked diaper and from the feel of it I thought I might have messed myself again while I'd been sleeping. The thought of having pooped myself while I slept really bothered me; I could understand having wet since that is a perfectly normal thing for me to do but pooping was not normal. "What?" dad asked looking a bit concerned as that wrinkle appeared between his eyebrows. I must have started to turn red because he got that look that said he understood. "You want me to get your mother?" he asked pointing at the door. Okay, now the thought of pooping myself while I slept was bad but the idea of mom having to clean it up again really didn't sit well with me. I shook my head but I don't think dad saw. He was already heading for the door. A few minutes later mom came in wiping her hands with one of the dishtowels. "Oh good morning sweet-heart. Did you sleep well?" she asked slinging the towel over her shoulder. "Not really." I answered, "I kept having weird dreams." I chose not to tell her that they were so violent and bad. "I thought so." She said as she sat down on my bed and combed my hair with her fingers. "I could hear you talking in your sleep most of the night." She said with a smile. The thought that some of my secrets might have escaped while I slept scared me more then my dreams had. "You want to try to take a bath this morning?" mom asked. "Um" I hesitated again, "I think I have a situation." I said, almost mumbling. Mom's eyes told me that she understood what I meant. "That's okay, honey, with everything you have been through and all the medication." She smiled again, "It doesn't surprise me at all." Trying to think of a way to get cleaned up without having my mother do it I asked, "Can I just take a shower and wash it all off that way?" I could tell she didn't much like that idea but she said, "Do you think you can take a shower by yourself?" "I can hold on to the wall." I assured before continuing, "I might need dad's help getting up and getting into the shower." Sitting up in the bed proved to be the hardest part of my morning journey to-and-back from the shower. Dad came in and helped me get sat up in bed. I was nearly moved to tears with how much it hurt to move at all. When he sat me up I felt the poop in my diaper squish and spread all over my backside. It was so gross that I nearly lost control and started to cry; I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself together. I felt so humiliated sitting there in my own filth and my thoughts went back to my last dream and to Peter lying dead on the ground across the street. I was in so much pain that I actually wished at the moment that it had been real. After I sat there for several minutes, dad had opened the window a crack to let out the stink; he then started to help me out of my bed. It was the first time since I'd come home that I had got off my bed too. He was kneeling in front of me while I held on to his shoulders and mom was holding on to my right arm and shoulder. My diaper was drooping way down between my legs but I tried my best not to think about the fact that I was standing there in front of both of my parents wearing a wet and soiled diaper like a little baby. As my legs got used to having weight on them again mom asked, "You okay?" "Yeah it doesn't hurt a lot." I lied sort of breathlessly. "Well let's take it nice and slow. We have all day." Dad said gripping me tighter around my waist. I started to turn my upper body without turning my hips but I stopped immediately when I felt a sharp pain. "Okay ... I'm not going to do that again!" I joked as my fingers dug into dads' shoulders. "Yeah, that looked like it hurt." He said with a chuckle. "It did!" I assured with an accompanying grimace. "You ready to try walking now?" mom asked and I just nodded my head. Dad stood up in front of me and was still stooping down a little so that I wasn't so stretched. I took hold of both of his biceps as I took a step. I felt a twinge from my ankle but it was only a small one. I took another step and another. Mom had gone a head of us to their master bathroom to get it ready for me as dad walked backwards down the hall holding tightly to me. My legs still felt a little wobbly from hardly being used at all the last few days. I was going to take a shower in their bathroom because, as dad said, it was bigger and there is a built in seat in it. I'd had to use their toilet before when someone else was in the hallway bathroom but I had never used their tub and shower before. The master bathroom was nicer then mine, with everything all white and nice gold colored faucets. The floor and walls were all covered with a marble looking ceramic tile and they had a double sink, one for dad and one for mom. I had joked in the past that they needed a second toilet, too. Once in the bathroom mom left us alone since it was a bit crowded with the three of us in there. Getting my right foot into the tub was easy, getting my left proved to be more difficult. For some reason, when I tried to lift my left foot high enough to get it in the tube it would hurt my ribs. I ended up having to have dad let me hold on to his shoulders while he lifted my left foot and leg into the tub for me. Unfortunately, I was a little unsteadier then I thought I would be and I ended up having to let dad remove my wet and soiled diaper for me. I had to hold on to the wall with one hand and the diaper was so weighted down that I was having trouble getting it off with my free hand. One thing about mom, she sure can put a diaper on snugly enough that it won't just fall off. I braced myself against the wall as dad removed the tapes to my diaper and slid it out from between my legs. I hazarded a glance at dad who was green and looked like he was struggling not to barf. He rolled the diaper up and dropped it into the trashcan before reaching around and turning on the water. He got it to a good temperature before pulling on the lever that caused the water to come out through the showerhead. I had expected the water to come out cold for the first couple seconds but it didn't. It was the perfect temperature as it rained down on me. For several seconds I forgot that dad was kneeling on the floor still holding me around my waist as I enjoyed the feeling of the warm water. "You doing okay." He asked sounding a little alarmed. I guess he thought I might be trying to pass out or something. "Yeah!" I answered remembering he was there and just then a shiver ran up my spine as my body reacted to the warmth of the water. The shiver, which normally would have gone nearly unnoticed, caused a piercing pain that nearly made one knee buckle. I felt dad's grip tighten. "I'm okay!" I gasped still holding my head down as the water flowed over me. "Tell you what, why don't you let me help you get cleaned up this time." Dad said and I didn't even attempt to protest. That shiver and the subsequently pain took a lot out of me. Dad proceeded to lather up a rag with the soap and washed the poop from my backside, from between my legs and even off my boyhood parts. Once dad was satisfied that he had cleaned my diaper areas well enough he had me backup and sit on the little built in seat in their shower while he continued to wash the rest of me. When he was washing my feet it tickled and I nearly laughed but dad said jokingly, "Don't laugh or you will hurt yourself!" Once he had me soaped up all over he helped me to stand back up and get back under the water again. I wanted to wash my own hair but lifting my arms up that high was out of the question at that moment. As I was rinsing the shampoo out, I started to get the feeling that I needed to pee, however, it wasn't until I was actually going that I realized what I was doing. I had my eyes closed most of the time dad was bathing me; somehow thinking that if my eyes were closed I wouldn't be as embarrassed to be naked and washed by my own father. When I realized I was standing under the water peeing in front of my dad my eyes shot open in surprise and the shampoo got in them both. My bad eye hurt the most as I screamed at the pain and heard dad saying in a commanding tone, "Open your eyes and let the water run in them!" It was hard to do but I did and though the water stung, too, it was nothing compared to the shampoo. When the shampoo was rinsed from my eyes I realized that dad was now standing in the tub and was holding me up since I had let go of the wall and was holding my eyes. Dad started to laugh when he realized that I was okay. I looked over and mom was standing in the doorway to the bathroom looking both scared and surprised before smiling and then breaking into laughter at the sight of dad, fully dressed standing in the shower getting even wetter while holding on to my limp nude body. I'm so glad mom had not thought to grab the camera at that second. When dad suggested that I let him carry me back to my room I didn't protest that, either. Wrapped in a towel he put one arm behind my back and the other under my legs as he lifted me off the floor. He was still dripping wet and I could tell that mom wasn't happy about him dripping all over her house. I've got wooden floors in my room with only a small woven oval rug in the center between Jamies and my bed, so dad dripping in my room wasn't such a big deal. However, most of the rest of the house has wall to wall carpeting and the carpet in their room is less then a year old. Mom was going behind us with another towel wiping the carpet; it was actually a little funny to watch her. Back in my room dad turned and started to place me on my bed and as he did I thought I saw something move out of the corner of my eye over by the window. It was still raining and still pretty dark out; though it should have been daylight by now. I snapped my head around to see what had caught my eye but there was nothing there. I guessed it had been lighting or maybe something blew past and that quickly I forgot about it as my backside made contact with my mattress and it gave a crinkle as it took my weight. Dad had deposited me so that I was sitting on the edge of my bed with my feet on the floor. Mom was still wiping my floor and grumbling for dad to go change. I thought for a second or two that she was going to follow him out of my room, wiping up behind him but instead she only wiped off my floor up to the door before getting up and tossing the towel into my laundry basket. I was still sitting on the edge of my bed wrapped in my towel. My hands were folded in my lap as I sat looking vulnerable and moist. Mom smiled and said, "You look adorable sitting there with your hair all messy like that." I blushed slightly and looked down at my toes on the floor before speaking, "Can I get on my computer today?" "You think you can sit in your computer chair?" she asked. "Well I'm sitting up here and it doesn't hurt?" I answered. "Okay, but I think we should get something else on you other then that wet towel." She said leaning over and kissing the top of my head before placing a finger under my chin and lifting my face up. "Your eye looks really good today, a bit red though." "I'd got shampoo in it." I said before asking, "You going to put more of that nasty smelling stuff on me?" She let go of my chin with a coy smile and said, "I think so." I groaned. She went to my dresser, opened the third drawer from the top and pulled out a pair of sweatpants I'd not seen before. "I bought these for you while you were in the hospital. I thought they would make it easier for you until you are feeling better." She held them up for me to see. They were navy blue with three white stripes going down the sides with silver snaps. That was when I realized they were breakaway pants like NBA players wear. They unfasten on the sides for quick removal. "Wow I like those!" I said as she held them out for me to touch. They were soft, very soft like teddy bear soft. "I know you don't like zip-up shirts but I got one that matches these just in case you like them." She added. "Yeah I do like them, they are so soft." I said rubbing one of the pant legs against my cheek. She dropped the pants down over my head before returning to the same drawer and pulling out the matching sweatshirt. I pulled the pants off my head and jokingly said, "Hey!" Mom just gave me a smile. She was right, the shirt had a zippered front but it wasn't zippered all the way; only about six inches down from the neck for bigheaded people, I guess. I sat the pants on my bed and let my towel open and fall off my chest. My boyhood parts were still covered but this way I could try the shirt on right away. "You're tape is coming loose." Mom pointed out. I looked down and sure enough, two bits of the tape that was around my chest had come loose. I was trying to get them to stick again when mom said, "Not to worry, that nice nurse ... what was here name?" "Gabby?" I offered. "Yes that's the one! She gave us more tape." She was out of the room before I could say anything else and back again in a jiffy. In her hands were a roll of the same medical tape I was currently wrapped in and a pair of silver medical looking scissors like I'd seen in the hospital. "You going to put some on over this or take this off?" I asked and my voice quivered when I said the word - off. "I think we can add some to hold you together for now. I think we'll let the doctor worry about changing it later." It sounded like she was asking my permission more then telling me what we were going to do. "I like that idea better." I said sounding quite relieved. The idea of having the tape pulled off my skin was not something I was even remotely ready for today. Mom put fresh tape over the loose areas as well as wrapping a couple new bands around the lower area where it looked to be rolling up at the edges just above my tummy from me sitting up I guessed. Once she had me securely taped up again she helped me put on the shirt which proved to be harder then I thought it would be. Putting my arms up in the air stretches out my ribs and really hurts a lot but we got it on. It was so warm and comfy like a nice warm blanket. But the warm feeling didn't last long when my eyes met hers. She squatted down in front of me, placed both her hands on my towel covered knees and said, "Don't you think we should keep using the diapers for a while. I mean just until you are able to move and take care of things on your own again?" My heart sank at the thought of having to have my mom see me naked on a regular basis for who knows how long. But at the same time, somewhere way in the back of my brain I was thinking off all those stories I'd read online about boys being put back into diapers by there mom's and it kind of excited me as much as it scared me. I heard myself pleading, "Can't I just use the Goodnites?" "I'm not sure they are going to do so well with the messes?" she said and I knew what she meant by messes. I could just envision pooping in a Goodnite and having it ooze out the leg openings and getting all over my clothes and bedding. My chin dropped to my chest as I realized my fate for the next week or two or maybe more. Mom gave my cheek a pat with her hand before she stood up and went to my dresser where she opened the drawer second from the top where my pullover shirts usually were. When her hand came back out I saw she was holding a while disposable diaper and I realized that either while I slept last night or maybe while I was in the shower this morning she'd come in and reorganized my dresser to make room for the diapers. As she came back over to me my chin again fell to my chest. Despite or maybe because of the inner struggle I was having, I felt my eyes beginning to water. Mom must have sensed it too because she knelt down in front of me and wrapped her arms around me so very gently so as to not hurt my ribs. I let my head fall to her shoulder and buried my face in her neck as I began to weep softly. Mom held me like that for a good ten minutes. It was the first time in a very long time that she'd just held me. Neither of us said anything and it wasn't until I realized I smelled something burning that I lifted my head off her. "What's that smell?" I asked. "I'd guess that your father is making breakfast." Mom said anxiously, with a vaguely worried look on her face. When dad cooked that usually meant a very big mess in the kitchen and seeing how mom's such a neat freak, having dad in her kitchen again without her supervision was probably driving her nuts. Mom looked toward my door and while smiling at her I said, "I will wait here for you." She smiled back, set the diaper on the bed next to me and shot out of my room and down the hall. An instant later I heard her squeal, "Honey how'd you get it on the ceiling?" and I couldn't help but laugh though it pained me to do so. So there I was, sitting with a nice warm shirt on, a somewhat wet towel wrapped around my lower half, a fresh diaper laying on the bed next to me while I listened to the clanking of pots and pans and the occasional squeals and shrieks from mom. I could tell by the sound of her voice that she wasn't mad, just very annoyed. I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed up the remote to the TV. I figured I'd see what was on and maybe catch some early morning news to see if there was anything new about the robberies. Unfortunately, there was news about the latest robbery. The lady news reporter said that the second shooting victim died during the night at Saint Vincent's Hospital from complications during surgery. The report went on for a bit after that but I wasn't really listening anymore. All my fears had come back again and there was this voice inside my head that was screaming at me to call the police and spill my guts out to them. I was nearing the point of a total breakdown when a new feeling came over me; I felt like someone was watching me. I turned my head toward the door expecting to see dad or mom but no one was there. I looked toward my window, it was still dark and raining but I saw no one there either. I wanted to get up and go to the window but I was not sure I should try that on my own yet. I continued to watch the window right up until dad spoke and scared me so bad I nearly passed out from the pain caused when my whole body jerked back around. "Effing hell!" I cried out, except I had said the real thing while I was leaning forward on my hands and knees on the floor with dad leaning over me. "HONEY!" Dad shouted through the house to mom who appeared in my room like magic. Well actually I could only see her from the knees down so I assumed the rest of her came along with her feet. Dad was going on and on about how sorry he was for scaring me so bad. I was biting into my bottom lip about as hard as I could as my tears splashed onto the floor. The scare was so bad that it had triggered my first asthma attack since Peter had broken my ribs. Mom had retrieved one of my inhalers with the speed only a mother has and was trying to get me to open my mouth and use it but I was too busy bearing down on my lower lip. "SIMON, TAKE YOUR INHALER!" Dad shouted at me and popped me on the back of the head with his hand to get my attention. I opened my mouth finally and sucked in three full blast of the inhaler before letting it drop to the floor. My head dropped so that I was looking between my arms and down my chest. I realized my towel had come off and that I was fully exposed from the waist down. Regrettably, I was not in a condition to do anything about it just then. My elbows were locked straight, my back was arched like a witches cat and my toes were curled so tightly they ached. "Breathe, honey!" mom said in her motherly tone. I didn't, instead I clinched my teeth together and lifted my head again. Dad promptly popped me on the back of my head a second time and without a voice command from him I exhaled and then took in a shallow breath, then another and another, deeper each time. My elbows became unlocked and caused my arms to wobble. Dad stood up and straddled my back. For half a second I honestly thought he was going to try to ride me like a wild horse but instead he reached and grabbed me under my armpits and pulled me back up so that I was now sitting on my feet in a sort of kneeling position with my arms still extended out in front of me with mom holding both my hands. "What happened?" mom asked and I didn't know if she was asking me or dad but it was all I could do to breathe at the moment so I didn't even bother to attempt to speak again. "I came in and accidentally startled him. He jumped and fell forward off the bed." Dad answered. "I'm okay." I finally spoke as I took another breath. Mom sort of half smiled and bobbed her head from side to side as she said, "Well you nearly scared the life right out of me! I dropped the whole carton of eggs on the kitchen floor." I started to chuckle at that but stopped at the first twinge of pain. Dad still had a hold of me by my armpits, which was starting to hurt more then my ribs did. "Dad you're hurting me." I said breathily as I tried to shrug my shoulders as a sign for him to loosen his grip. But when I did that there was an audible deep popping sound from within my chest a little below my left nipple. The three of us froze as if time had stopped. Mom had her eyes locked onto mine for what seemed like several minutes but was probably only several seconds. None of us did anything until I let out a small squeak and then released what air was still in my lungs. "You all right?" dad asked, sounding very scared. "Ah, um I think so." I answered back. I still wasn't moving but I was breathing slowly and shallowly at first. "It doesn't hurt?" I softly said more like I was asking myself a question. "What?" mom asked. "My ribs, they ..." I took a slightly deeper breath, "they don't hurt!" I said with more confidence this time. I felt dad's grip on my armpits and shirt loosen as he let my shoulders come back down. "Don't move!" dad said now pulling his hands away completely. Mom conversely was gripping my hands so tightly my fingers were turning white. Dad's command not to move was really unneeded. I had absolutely no intention of moving, not even a fraction of an inch. For the first time in days my chest wasn't shooting messages of pain to my brain for whatever reason and I didn't want to do anything just yet to reconnect that message line. Dad moved around in front of me after getting mom to relinquish her death grip on my poor hands. He knelt down in front of me, slowly lifted my arms to place my hands behind his neck. Without being told I locked my fingers together. "I'm going to hold you by your hips and I want you to stand up with me okay?" dad said looking directly into my eyes. I'd never noticed before how much of my father I could see just by looking into his eyes. "Ready? Here we go." he said and the two of us began to raise off the floor and to our feet in a smooth motion without the slightest pain from my chest, although my legs did protest a bit as did my knees. I supposed my knees hurt from falling forward and landing on them first before reaching out with my hands to catch myself from falling right onto my chest. I can only imagine how much that would have hurt had I not caught myself. "Keep breathing please!" mom said in a singsong voice and I turned my head to see that her face was nearly as close to mine as dads was. I took another breath. "Still doing okay?" dad asked. I looked back up into his eyes again. I shook my head up and down, "Yeah, still feels okay." I said not sure I believed it. "Good, then what say we get you laying down again?" dad asked with a smirk. I nodded again. "You are right at the side of your bed, so just sit down. Alright?" dad instructed and for the first time I realized I could smell the toothpaste on his breath. I wondered to myself how my own breath must smell to him since I'd not brushed them in a while. As I was going down I did feel just the tiniest of pain but not so very bad really. Mom had picked up the towel and once I was all the way down draped it over my lap for me. "You still doing okay?" dad asked now that I was sitting back on my bed. "Yeah" I said yet surprised at how much I wasn't hurting. "Good! Then do you want to let go of my neck before you break it?" dad said smiling and I realized I was cling to the back of his neck so tightly my fingertips were white. When I let go he took hold of my forearms and lowered them to my lap nice and slow. "Tell ya what," dad said looking past his shoulder at mom and then back at me, "What do you say we not do that again?" I took a fairly deep breath, felt another small twinge and said as I let it out, "Yeah, that was enough fun for a while." Dad then reached out and wiped the tears from my face for me. Mom had put her hands on her hips as if to protest the fact that dad and I were obviously not taking this whole matter seriously enough. Once dad helped me to lie back down and had swung my legs up onto the bed mom took over my care. With a look of mild disgust she told dad, "You can go clean up the eggs in the kitchen!" to which dad just shrugged and walked out. Mom didn't say anything else as she pulled the diaper out from under my right shoulder from where she'd left it before running off to see what dad was doing to her kitchen. Without removing the towel she lifted my right leg and slid the diaper under me, and then lowering my leg back down to the bed. She didn't take the towel away until she was ready to pull the front of the diaper up into place and she did that quickly. I'd had my eyes closed the entire time she was re-diapering me, which helped me to disconnect myself from the moment. After she had the diaper snugly into place she went ahead and put the new pants on me too by first opening all the side snaps and again lifting my leg enough to slip them under my now diapered bottom. It was then just so simple for her to pull them over the front of my diaper and re-snap them down the outside of both of my legs. Before leaving me to go salvage breakfast, she pulled my covers up over my feet to keep them warm and zipped my shirt up to my chin. Once she had left, I pulled the zipper back down and stared at the ceiling as I concentrated on my breathing and the lack of pain I was feeling. Eventually mom came back in carrying the eye ointment in one had and my sipper cup in the other. As she set the cup down on my bedside table she said, "Well we're out of eggs now!" I couldn't help but giggle as she sat down on the edge of my bed, "So what would you like for breakfast then?" While she was squeezing the cream out onto her finger I said, "Pop Tarts would be good." "Okay! Sure," she said and from the sound of her voice I guessed she was relieved that she wasn't going to have to cook anything. I was going to ask if I could have them toasted hot but I decided I would just wait and take them anyway she brought them to me. With my eye now stinking up my room and mom out getting my Pop Tarts I slowly reached my arms up to my head and attempted to readjust my pillow. While I was doing this that same feeling came over me that I was being watched. This time, however, I chose not to do anything that would reveal my awareness to my surroundings. I went ahead and fiddled with my pillow before lowering my arms back down and resting them on either side of me. I still had my face pointed toward the ceiling just as I had been doing but I allowed my eyes to pear around my room, first at my door that was open and then to my closet which was closed tight. My eyes tracked around my room and over to my window. It was still raining but with my head lying in the position it was in I couldn't see the lower window sash. I let my head roll to the side, reached out for my sipper cup, I then tilted my chin down just enough to allow me to look past my cup, but not so much that it would appear that I was looking. Sure enough down in the lower left corner of my window I saw the silhouette of half a head. I couldn't see any distinguishing features but I could tell that it was a head for sure. I turned my head slightly as though I was now watching the TV that was still on. There was some morning show on with two ladies and a man talking about some New York party they had attended the previous evening. Still faking like I was watching the TV and drinking from my sipper cup I continued to watch the figure peering through my window. My heart was beating so hard that I was able to see my shirt moving over my heart. I went ahead and took a swig from my sipper cup and then took my eyes off the window long enough to put the cup back on my table. When I looked back the head was gone, a second later dad came in with a plate containing my Pop Tarts and of course they were toasted warm. He sat the plate on my little night table and asked, "Do you want to try sitting up?" I nodded and said, "Yeah". He bend over me and with his ear no more then six inches from my mouth I whispered as he reached his hands into my armpits and around to my back, "Dad don't look but someone has been looking in my window." He paused, looked me directly in the eye and saw that I was seriously scared. Instead of helping me to sit all the way up he only lifted me and slid my pillow out and returned it folded in half so that I was half laying and half leaning up. As he was lowering me back down on my pillow he whispered back, "Don't look at the window, just act like you are watching TV and eating your breakfast. And then sitting the plate over my diapered boyhood parts he stood up and walked out of the room as though nothing was different. I did just as dad asked and continued watching the TV or at least acting like I was while I kept looking out the corner of my eye toward the window. A few seconds later the head slowly came back into view. I so badly wished the storm would break for even a second to let the sun shine down or even for a flash of lightning so that I might see who it was even though inside I already knew who it was. It was maybe another three minutes before I saw the owner of the silhouetted head spin around and take off. I then heard sirens and saw the flashing blue and red lights shining though my window. I knew dad had called the police and I listened to the siren as it went past our house and down our street. From the sound of it I guessed it had turned and headed toward the school. Mom had come into my room and was closing my curtains over my window so that no one could look in again. She then told me that it was who I had already guessed it to be; Peter Alderman had not gone south as they thought. I couldn't help but wonder how long he had been there under my window? Was he there all night? Maybe longer? It was a good hour before I heard the doorbell ring. Before that, dad had returned and helped me to sit all the way up in bed while he and mom tried to assure me that I was perfectly safe. Really I wasn't so much scared for me as I was for mom and dad. I already knew what Peter was capable of doing to me, but I didn't know just what he might try to do to them to get to me. As I had hoped, the door bell had herald the arrival of my ber own personal Amazonian Police Officer who had come to inform us that they had recaptured Peter and that he was "On his way to the police station as we speek!" were her exact words. I know mom and dad were both relieved to hear that but I was still concerned. "What's to keep him from coming back again?" I finally asked. "Baby! That bad-child is going away for a very long time!" She stiffened herself as she added, "And, if I have anything to say about it, he's not going to see the light of day until he's an old man!" She waved her red painted nails in the air symbolically as if she was throwing Peter far away. Even with her assurances I wasn't feeling all that confident but I tried not to show it. Before she left she leaned over the top of my headboard, took hold of my head with both of her hands and pulled my face up to hers, "You don't go worrying about him, okay? I got his number now! You understand me?" she was trying to look stern but not pulling it off so well. "Yes ma'am!" I answered back at her and she kissed me right between the eyes. "Oh baby!" she exclamed when she got a wife of the ointment mom had applied to my sore eye. "That's some funky medicine they been putting on you!" She wrinkled up her nose and screwing up here face. "Yeah, pretty bad stuff, huh?" I said with her still clutching my face. She gave me a little pat on the good side of my face before letting go of me. "Thank you so much!" mom said as they left. I heard a fourth voice as they were leaving. It was a mans' voice and I guessed it to be another police officer that must have been standing out in the hallway where I couldn't see him. Dad gave my shoulder a pat and smiled at me as he followed them out. I sat alone again thinking about Peter. I couldn't help but wonder if he'd come back to finish me off or if he had come for some other unknown reason. A part of me wishes I could talk to him and explain that it wasn't me that had taken and then hung up those pictures of him, but I know that will probably never happen. Once the officers were gone again mom came back to check on me. I told her I didn't want my Pop Tarts anymore but she left them next to my bed in case I wanted them later. She handed me my e-book Aunt Catharine had given me as an early birthday present. As she was handing it too me she said, "I feel better about having your birthday party on Sunday now that I know that boy is locked away for good!" and the way she said, "that boy" spoke volumes to just how much she detested Peter for what he had done to me and how violated she felt having him around and peeking through our windows. Not until later that day, when I had journied out of my room, did I see that she had gone through and closed every curtain in the house and had every outside light turned on even though, dispite the gray and gloomiesness of the rain, it was daylight outside. I couldn't believe so much had happened this morning and it was still so early. I think I dozed off for an hour or so while watching an old episode of the Hollywood Squares game show on the Retro-Cable channel while I was doing some journaling. I didn't sleep long, but I was out long enough to dream again and this time I dreamt that Peter, Max, Steven, Johnny, Bull, Tater, Runt, Two-Toe's, Bull's dad and myself were all in a big dungeon type cell all chained together and we were using little tiny hammers to pound away at this huge bolder in the middle of our cell while these ugly three horned brown Trolls stood naked on a catwalk overhead and whipped each of us with these long blue-glowing whips. It was a weird dream but when I awoke from it I realized I had to do something. I decided I was going to try to call Bull at home until it dawned on me that he was probably at school. Even so, I didn't want to wait all day to talk with him; I simply didn't know what I was going to do just yet and then it occurred to me that Bull just might be home. I mean, since Jasper was sent home from the hospital, maybe Bull was staying home to take care of him? And even if Bull wasn't home I could maybe talk with Jasper and find out what is going on. Anyway, I would like to know how Jasper is and let him know that Peter had been re-apprehended; that is if the police hadn't already told them. "Mom?" I yelled through the house for her and she appeared in the doorway looking concerned. "What is it?" she said with one hand resting on the nape of her neck as she tried to catch her breath. "Nothing bad." I assured her with a shake of my head, "I just want to get up!" I said as upbeat as possible. "I don't think that's a good idea." She came into my room where I could see her without having to crane my head backwards, "No, I don't think that is a good idea at all! You need to rest and let your body heal." She was standing with her hands on her hips again and though I knew I shouldn't push things, I did anyway. "But mom, I am tired of being in here all alone!" I whined; quite well, I might add, too. Mom tried to appease me. "Well, your brother is going to come over this weekend since he didn't get to stay very long last weekend. He can help keep you company." I stammered a bit as I tried to think of a good excuse to get her to let me get up and go use the phone. "Yeah but, but, I ... can't I just go to the living room and watch TV in there? I can stay on the sofa?" "Honey!" mom called through the house for dad who came in with only his pants and a tank top undershirt on. He was holding three ties in one hand and two shirts in the other. "Which do you think I should wear to the office?" he asked, holding them out to mom. Without any thought at all mom said, "The light blue shirt with the silk tie I got you last Christmas." "Oh yeah!" dad said looking at the three ties in his hand and sporting an expression as if to say, "What was I thinking with these three ties?" he started to turn to leave but mom stopped him, "Honey! Your son wants to get up and play." "No I don't! I just want to get up! I will not play or anything, I just want out of my roooooooommmmmmm!" Oh that was one of my better whining jobs. I think I should get a job as a professional whiner when I get older! "Oh my goodness! Someone call the Waaaambulance!" dad mocked! "Dad, please! My ribs are hardly hurting at all now!" That one came out more like a cry then a whine, but it worked just the same and they both finally relented. I had to agree that I would lie on the sofa and would not try to get up to wander around the house and if I did need to get up I wasn't allowed to do so on my own without one of them there to help me. I took my new e-book with me so that I could do some writing if I felt the urge. Mom also brought my sipper- cup, my pillow from my bed, as well as the quilt dad had put on me when I had come home from the hospital. With dad holding me from behind I, for the most part, walked by myself to the living room. With each step I took my diaper crinkled. I'm sure it was just my imagination but it sounded a lot louder then it had in the hospital. I stopped by the sofa. Since mom had every curtain in the house pulled closed and the fact that it was still dark out due to the raining the two tables lamps that flanked each end of the sofa were both on bathing the room in a soft white glow that was not at all offensive to the eyes. I also noticed that the dining room light was still on as was the kitchen one. It was apparent mom was still worked up about Peter even though we knew he was recaptured and locked up again. I couldn't help but wonder if she'd been like this since hearing that Peter had escaped in the first place. "Do you think it will be okay for me to call Jasper at home? I just want to see if he is okay and let him know that Peter is in jail, alright." I asked. I could tell by mom's look that she was about to say no, so I tried another tactic before she could say it. "He might not even know that Peter has been recaptured! He might still be scared that Peter will come after him!" Mom's face went hard and she pointed to the sofa, "You, on the sofa now! I'll bring you my cell phone again!" Dad finally chimed in and with a disarming tone he addressed mom, "I think the kitchen phone cord will reach in here darling." "Oh alright then!" and she put my pillow down against the arm rest of the sofa with quite a bit of force before going to the kitchen to get the receiver. Dad was helping me ease down onto the sofa when the phone suddenly rang. Mom let out a squeal of surprise, which got me to laughing because I'd seen her feet come off the floor when she'd jumped. I was so relieved that laughing didn't hurt nearly as much as it had before. I am now thinking that maybe the popping sound we heard was something going back into place, like maybe a broken rib finally set right and that is why I am not hurting as much as I was. I heard mom answer the phone, "Oh hi sis!" I guessed that it must have been Aunt Catharine calling. Mom was standing just inside the kitchen where I could still see her and hear at least her side of the conversation. "You don't?" "Well for how long now?" "I think Simon's going to work soon, I could have him drop off some candles?" I always find it funny when mom calls dad by his name. I know I am named after him, but I've always heard her calling him, Hun or Honey or Sweetie or some other bleeding heart lovey-dovey term of affection and I always just call him Dad. She continued talking into the phone and twirling the cord around one finger. "Yes the power is still on here." "Not that I know of." "Well why don't you come over then and you can help me take care of Sim ..." Now I knew she was talking about me and despite my new fondness for my aunt, I mean since she gave me the awesome birthday present, I didn't really care to spend the entire day listening to her go on and on about how horribly bad her life is and so on. "How'd you manage that?" "How bad?" There was a long pause while mom listened quietly before finally inserting, "Well, I don't think I should leave him alone." There was another pause, shorter this time before mom said, "Let me ask him and I'll let you know either way. Okay! B-bye." Mom hung up the phone and I expected, by the look on her face, that she'd completely forgotten that she was supposed to be bringing the receiver to me so I could call Jasper. "Catharine's power went out and she fell over a chair and hurt her leg. She wants me to come over and bring her some candles." Mom looked at me, then dad, and then back to me almost like she was wrestling with herself as to who needed her more. As if someone had flipped on a switch I had the best idea, "Maybe Mike's mom can come over and stay with me until you or dad gets back?" I said with raised eyebrows. Dad scratched his cheek and said, "No, no, I'm just going to stay home! I can work from here; I'll just go give them a call." He said pulling on his tie until it came undone. As dad was walking across the room mom gave me a knowing look before whispering so that only I could hear her, "I don't think he wanted to go to work today do you?" I just smiled and opted out of commenting but boy I sure wanted, too. I watched as mom grabbed her umbrella and raincoat from the coat closet behind the front door before she walked back toward the kitchen. I wasn't sure where she was going until she stopped, picked up the phone and walked the receiver over to me stretching the coil-cord across the room. Dad had been right, it reached all the way over to the sofa with no problem at all and she surprised me that she'd not actually forgot. While I dialed Jasper and Bull's number mom went over and clicked on the TV before bringing the remote to me. "Thanks" I said taking the remote from her as I was putting the phone to my ear and listening to it ring. Mom leaned over and kissed the top of my head, "Be good!" "Okay!" I said not really paying attention. On the fifth ring some little girl finally answered. "Uh, is Jasper there?" I asked not knowing who had answered. "Oh hi Simon this is me!" the voice said. I heard our front door close without it really registering right away that mom had already left. "Gee Jasper, you sounded like a girl when you first answered." I said trying to make it sound as though I was kind of joking. "Hey!" he shouted into the phone nearly rupturing my eardrum. "Sorry!" I apologized while laughing into the phone, "But you did!" Now sounding as though he was trying to purposefully make his voice lower, Jasper said, "You're lucky you're all the way over there or I'd ..." He didn't finish his sentence because he was interrupted by someone in the background at his place; it sounded like a lady asking who was on the phone. Jasper must have pulled the phone away from his mouth because I could barely hear him say my name. "Sorry, that was my mom. She wanted to know who it was." Jasper said back into the phone. "Yeah, I heard you both." I answered back, "Hey did you hear about...?" I didn't get to finish my sentence before Jasper cut me off. "You mean about Peter?" he didn't wait for me to answer before he forged on, "The police were here again this morning and told us all about it." Jasper sounded excited and relieved at the same time. "What do you mean again?" I asked, fearing that the police were on Bull's trail now. "They were here when I came home from the hospital and they have been driving by like every half hour ever since." He paused to take a breath, "They were just making sure that everything is okay. They said they been watching your house too." he informed me. "Wow, I didn't know that!" I added, which was true. Since I'd been home, aside from a trip to the shower, I'd not been out of bed. "Yeah and they said he would be going back to that same place." Jasper told me and for the first time I realized that I'd expected they would have thrown him into a hole somewhere and then thrown the hole away. Hearing that he was going back to the same place, which neither Jasper nor I could remember the name of at this point, didn't exactly fill me with feelings of comfort. The two of us continued to talk for sometime before I was able to redirect our conversation in hopes that I could get some information about Bull and Tater. "So how's everything there?" I asked. "Oh, everything is okay, I guess." He answered, "My arm's in a sling and I can't use it for anything until the doctor tells me so." He paused for half a second, "I'm also not allowed to play rough, either. I just been doing computer games and writing you emails." He paused again before raising the tone of his voice a bit, "Hey, are you not able to get on the computer? Is that why you have not been answering my emails?" he asked. "I'm on the sofa right now, this is the first time since I came home that I have been out of my bed except for my shower today." I said and then told him about what happen this morning when dad had scared me and how when he was helping me up something in me popped and most of the pain went away. "Wow! I will ask dad about that when he gets home this afternoon. I bet he will know what it was." Jasper said and then there was a long pause before I heard him sneeze. "Kazuntite!" I said. "What?" he said back sounding very confused. "I said kazuntite!" I repeated. "What's kazu ...?" he couldn't say it. "Kazuntite! It's what you say when someone sneezes." I said. "Na huh! You say 'Bless you'!" he corrected. "That's basically what kazuntite means. I think it is like bless you in a foreign language or something." I said. Jasper followed up with, "You are weird!" "No I'm not but do you know why people bless someone that sneezes?" I asked trying to show how smart I am. He was quiet for a couple seconds and I knew he was thinking, "I dunno!" he finally confessed. "My dad told me that a long time ago people believed that when you sneezed your spirit could escape out your nose. When someone said 'Bless you!" that would cram your spirit back inside you!" After I finished I waited for his reply. It took him several seconds to process this before he said in a high tone, "That's just stupid!" and then laughed hard. I laughed only cause laughter is contagious and not cause of what I said. I got back on track by asking, "So how is your dad? Anything going on?" I felt like my inquiry was too direct and that I had gone too far too fast. "Yeah dad's great! He and mom, well everyone actually, has been watching me really closely and making sure I am okay. But yeah, dad's good." Jasper answered and from the sound of his answer I guessed that he found my question kind of odd, too. "So Bull is okay, too?" I decided to go for it since I had already pushed so far. "Yeah ..." he answered, "He's been super nice to me since I got home and even helped me get dressed this morning. You know it is really hard to do stuff like button a shirt or zip up your own pants when you can only using one arm." "So is he at school then?" I asked ignoring the rest of what he'd said. "Yeah, but I can't go back to school yet. I really want to too. The doctor said that it's too dangerous and if someone accidentally bumped me in the hall it could cause me to rip out my sutures again." He acted like he didn't want to talk about anything other then himself and seemed slightly offended that I wanted to talk about anyone other then him. I went ahead and humored him by saying, "Yeah! I don't know when I am going back to school either. I'm feeling a lot better today but I get tired pretty quick and I bet the same sort of thing could happen to me. I mean like you said, someone could accidentally bump into me. I think that would be about the worst." I said and paused as I thought about saying something about still having to wear diapers since I couldn't wipe myself and since I seemed to be having a bit of a problem with keeping control of my bladder and my backside. Our conversation turn to school and we talked about how we thought everyone was probability throwing parties and celebrating now that Peter and his goon squad were history. "Yeah it sure is going to be different now." I observed. "Did your doctor tell you how long it would be before you could race or at least do training again?" Jasper asked right out of the blue. "Uh, no but I think it is going to be quite a while. I mean the doctor did say that rib's take a long time to heal but the good news is that my ankle is looking and doing a lot better. It still gives me a twinge now and then, but it is working really good and it's not all swollen, bruised and gross looking anymore." I said before adding, "Also my eye is doing a whole lot better. I can see good out of it now and it's not hardly blurry at all except maybe a little around the edges when I try to only look through it and not both eyes. Mom's still been putting the medicine on it so that it will continue to heal up and I still got my stitches which are cool." "That's good!" Jasper added before saying, "I can't wait to get back to coaching again." We continued to talk for another ten minutes before dad came back in the room unexpectedly. I told Jasper to hang on a second and covered the phone with my hand. "What?" I said to dad when he was looking at me kind of angry like. At least I thought he might be angry about something but I had no idea what or why. "Nothing!" dad said smiling now and he stepped over the stretched phone cord on his way to the back of the house. "Sorry about that, I thought dad wanted something but he didn't." I said to Jasper. "That's okay." Jasper said and he was about to say something else but I'd already started to ask another question. "So does anyone else know it was you?" I asked hoping he knew I was talking about the pictures of Peter. "Huh?" Jasper said into the phone. "You know what I mean!" I said with a hint of my true feelings about it accidentally showing in my voice. There was an awkward silence for several seconds before Jasper finally broke in, "You mean the pictures?" "Of 'course I mean the pictures!" I said sounding very cynical. "Oh that! No, not anyone!" he said kind of quietly. "What?" I asked sensing there was something he wasn't telling me. There was another short pause before he said, "Ah nothing." "Jasper?" I beckoned. "Well ..." he paused again and I found an anger building in me that really took me by surprise. "What?" I said in a very commanding tone. "Why are you getting mad?" Jasper asked in defense. "I'm not mad." I said through clenched teeth. I heard a click and the phone went dead. I sucked in my bottom lip and bit down on it thinking, "That sorry jerk hung up on me!" I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at it in astonishment. I'd never had someone hang up on me before unless you count the one time BJ did accidentally when he was playing around with the buttons while we were talking. Dad happened to be going back through the room and I handed him the phone to hang up for me. I presume that my emotions were right out there for all to read because dad stopped half way to the kitchen and asked, "Everything okay?" I let my bottom lip pop back out of my mouth. "Yeah" was all I said and thankfully dad let it drop without any more prying. Aside from the abrupt ending to our phone conversation, I felt better in a way about Tater, Bull and Runt. After having talked with Jasper I thought that maybe I'd jumped to conclusions in thinking that Tater, Bull and Runt had been involved in the robbery and the two subsequent murders I'd heard about on TV. I spent the better part of the day watching TV or writing. I'd wet myself a little during the morning and at lunchtime mom had called to check on dad and I. Dad told her we were fine and that he was just about to make lunch. I'm sure after the whole breakfast fiasco this morning mom wasn't too happy to hear that he was going to try his hand at cooking again. She didn't have to worry cause dad and I ended up having a couple Pizza Hot Pockets. The nice thing about those is, you just pull 'em out of the plastic wrapper and toss 'em into the microwave for a couple minutes. Dad also made me a nice cold cup of chocolate milk in one of my sipper-cups after I begged him to. Actually, I didn't have to beg too much, it was more just playfulness between the two of us. While we ate we started watching an old James Bond movie on one of the cable channels, which we'd come into about at the halfway point. I'm not a big James Bond fan and neither is dad, but it was about the only good thing on just then. The one good thing about James Bond movies is that they are always good for some nice explosions and insane special effect stunts. Sometime near the end of the movie I got the feeling that I needed to poop again and from the feel of it I thought I might have a small case of diarrhea coming on. I twisted my head around and saw that dad was out cold in his chair. I didn't want to wake him up so I figured I'd try to get up on my own. After twisting the wrong way on my first attempt I decided that I'd just wait until he woke up and after a few minutes the sensation left me. I finished watching the movie and started flipping through the channels again when all at once our power went out. "Dad?" I tried to wake him by speaking softly. "Dad?" I spoke a bit louder. "Power go out?" I heard him finally say. "Either that or you forgot to pay the electric bill!" I joked. Since mom had closed all the curtains in the house and now that we had no power it was completely and utterly dark in the living room. I couldn't even see my own hand when I held it up. "You okay?" dad asked. "Yeah I'm fine." I croked. "Well stay there and don't do anything," he said and I could hear him getting up out of his chair and moving across the carpet. Now that it was so quiet inside the house, I could hear that it had finally stopped raining. That's one thing about living here in the valley. If you don't like the weather, just stand around and wait for a few minutes; it will change. I heard dad run into something. It sounded like the kitchen table. "Oh that's going to leave a mark!" I heard him groan. "Hey dad?" I called. "What?" he growled. "Does it hurt when you do that?" I asked trying my best to sound sincere. "Yes it did!" he said sounding annoyed. "Then you might not want to do that again!" I joked. "Boy! Keep it up!" he warned and I could tell he was laughing in the dark. Right then the power came back on and my eyelids slammed shut automatically at the sudden brightness. "Oh that's much better!" I heard dad joke from the kitchen. "I just found the flashlight too!" Even though the power came back on, the cable box on top of the TV hadn't. Dad fiddled with it for several minutes but in the end it just sat there blinking four zero's at us. Without the TV I went back to writing for the rest of the afternoon right up until about 2:00 when I decided I was board out of my mind. "Daaaaaaaad?" I called out. "Whaaaaat?" he called back from the other room. "I'm booooooored and I want to get uuuuuuuup." I called again. "That's just tooooo baaaaad." Dad sent back my way. I let my head fall backwards against the armrest of the sofa and stared at the ceiling for four or five minutes before calling after him again. "Daaaaaaaad?" "K-e-e-p i-i-t u-u-u-p a-a-n-n-n-d I w-i-l-l-l-l-l-l b-e-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-t y-o-u-u-u-u!" he said back dragging it out for all it was worth. I waited a minute or two before starting in again, "Dad please!" I heard him sigh from the other room and then emerge shortly there after. "I liked you better when your were drugged and sleeping all the time." Dad grumbled with a mock look of annoyance. "I love you too daddy!" I said very deadpan like adding the daddy part as a nice touch before begging again, "Now can I get up PLEASE!" I had my hand clasped together in the poor beggar child style. "Please, please, please dearest father! Can I please just get up for just a little while? I promise I will be good!" Totally ignoring my Oscar winning performance he asked, "What are you going to do when you are up?" "I don't know. I just want to stretch my legs and ..." I didn't have anything to add to it so I just trailed off. He stood looking at me for several seconds and I did my best to look pitiful until he finally gave in and came over to help me up. Once up I walked from the living room to the kitchen with dad walking right along behind me. Just as before my diaper was crinkling with every step though a bit quieter since it was now holding about a third of its capacity. Dad wasn't holding on to me though; however, I was sure he was ready just in case I tried to topple over. I was doing just find, heck I wasn't even wobbly in the legs now either though I did have to waddle a bit due to the diaper. I managed to fill another cup with a cold can of cola from the fridge and stood next to the counter as I tried to figure out how the sipper lid went on the cup. Dad ended up having to show me that I had to first line up the two notches and then twist it till it snapped into place. It was so simple that it made me feel dumb that I couldn't figure it out for myself. "What do you say to ..." dad started to say when the front doorbell rang. I never did find out what he was about to say. I stayed standing next to the kitchen table holding onto one of the chairs while dad went to answer the door. From where I was standing I could see the door and saw right away that it was Tater. As dad stepped aside to let him in I also saw Bull come walking in behind him. They both looked like sugar-frosted donuts. "Is it snowing?" I asked upon seeing the two of them. Bull looked in my direction and looked surprised to see me standing up. "Yeah it's coming down like it's the end of the world!" he said suddenly shaking himself like a dog causing snow to fly off him. "Hey!" dad said not because Bull made snow go on the carpet but because he was getting it on dad. "Sorry 'bout that Mr. Leonard" Bull said and just for good measure Tater gave Bull an elbow dead smack in the center of the stomach. It didn't even faze him in the least. "Hey there Spaz! Wow it's good to see you up and around!" Tater said giving me that smile of his that had once hypnotized me into giving my body over to him. Wow, that seems like such a very long time ago. "Come on in boys! Take off your coats!" dad said ushering them into the house and closing the door but not before taking another look at the snow coming down out there. The three of them came into the kitchen and I guess I wanted to show off a bit at how well I was doing. "You guys want a soda or something?" I asked turning and walking to the refrigerator. My diaper started crinkling as I moved but somehow, it didn't bother me with Bull and Tater being there. "I'd love a Coke if you have one." Bull said. I looked back at Tater who was looking at me kind of concernedly. Dad was standing behind Tater looking even more so. "How about you?" I said to Tater. "Anything's cool." He said. I pulled open the door to the fridge again but this time when I did I jerked it instead of carefully opening it the way I had the first time. It hurt ... it hurt a lot and my body froze for a few seconds. "Simon you okay?" dad asked. "Yep." I said and knew I wasn't very convincing. "I just moved too fast is all." I said trying to save a little of my dignity and pride. Dad came over and helped me. He got out two sodas and pored them into two glasses. While he was poring them he whispered, "You alright there, champ?" I whispered back, "Yeah but I'm not going to do that again." Dad was cool that way; I guess he always had an inside track when it came to situations like that. If I were in major trouble for something he would wait until we were alone so as not to embarrasse or humiliate me in front of others. Mom on the other hand would swat my backside no matter where we were if I was acting up. I also let dad take the two sodas over to the guys while I braced myself against the counter and tried to breath while attempting to not look as though I was dieing inside. I could tell by the look on Taters face that he was hurting for me out of sympathy. While I was recovering, a million questions were racing through my head and I knew I couldn't ask any of them with dad in the room. I made my way to the table and sat down with Tater and Bull. Bull gave me a knowing look when my backside made contact with the chair. He'd heard my diaper for sure that time but aside from his eyes, he didn't offer any other evidence that he'd heard. Now that I was sitting down it seemed to make dad happy and he excused himself from the room. The second I knew dad was out of ear shot I said, "You guys did it didn't you?" There was no disusing my emotions as fire shot from my eyes and smoke billowed from my nostrils. Tater started to open his mouth but Bull spoke first. In a lowered voice, so as not to have dad hear, he said, "Hell no!" Tater's head turned toward Bull and from his expression I knew Bull was lying. "You sorry son's of ..." I didn't get to finish my though as I was interrupted by the phone ringing again. It rang twice and I figured dad must be in the back of the house so I stood up to get it. Just as I had got to my feet, about the fourth ring, he came around the corner and picked it up while giving me a look that said I had better just sit myself back down. I put both hands on the tabletop but I didn't sit down just yet. I was waiting to see who was calling. A part of me was hoping that maybe it was Jasper calling back to apologize for hanging up on me earlier. Another part of me was thinking that it was the police and I guess that was caused by my over active imagination thinking they had bugged our house when they'd been here before. "Hello" dad answered. "What's the matter?" his voice changed to one of deep concern. "Stop crying and tell me what's wrong honey!" he said and I knew it was mom on the phone and that something was wrong. I don't know why, but the first thing I thought was that somehow Aunt Catharine had died. "Honey I can't understand a word you are saying. Please just stop crying and tell me again." I looked to Bull and Tater who were both looking at dad intently. "Are you hurt at all?" there was a pause before dad said, "Well sweetheart that isn't anything to get so worked up about! Gee-whiz you scared me half to death! I thought you were seriously hurt or something!" dad sounded annoyed rather then upset now and I realized that my premonition of my aunt's death was way off. "No, just stay in the Van and I'll come get you." He said and hung up the phone without saying good-bye. No sooner had he hung up the phone then it hit him that he couldn't leave me home alone. Both Tater and Bull had stood up looking very intense and motivated; almost like two solders volunteering to go into battle. "You're mother ran the van into a light pole." Dad said looking at me while rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and patting his stomach with the other. I could tell he was trying to think of what to do. I started to sit back down in the chair and as I leaned forward just a bit to balance myself the worst thing that could have ever happened suddenly happened without any warning what so ever. My bowels let loose and in an instant I flooded the back of my diaper. The sound was unmistakable. All three off them looked right at me and I could feel their eyes on me. I don't know if I turned red or not but I felt like I'd suddenly shrank to about a foot tall. My brain shutdown completely for a good couple of minutes, at least that's what it seemed like. My eyes were locked on my dad's and I saw his expression go from blank, to surprise, to concern and then to embarrassment. Not embarrassment for himself but for me and how I must feel having done what I just did right in front of my friends. Messing myself in my sleep was one thing, messing myself on purpose was another. Dad looked at his watch and then back at me. In that instant that we lost eye contact the realization of what I'd just done hit me and like someone had opened the floodgates to my soul I felt my eyes swelling up with tears and my heart dropped into my stomach. Bull finally spoke first sounding more grown up then I'd ever heard him be. "Ah Mr. Leonard it's okay! I have a little brother, Jasper, and he has the same problem all the time!" he turned and looked at me almost with a fatherly gaze before continuing. "I help Jasper all the time, it's no big deal at all Spazman!" He turned back to dad. "If it's okay, I'll help Spaz here and Tate can go with you to get Mrs. Leonard. Spaz and I can wait here until you get back" The fact that Bull had used Tater's real name and yet used my nickname didn't escape my notice. Despite my best efforts to hold them back, a few of my tears escaped and flowed down my cheeks. I couldn't handle any of this and without saying a single word I started slowly around the table and out of the kitchen. Dad who apparently didn't know what to say or how to react to the moment just let me walk right past him. I heard Bull say in a slightly higher tone, "Really, Mr. Leonard I got this!" and then I heard the sound of one of the chairs being scooted on the linoleum floor. I had to hold onto the walls as I made my way down the hallway. My legs were starting to shake as I felt the mess in my diaper spreading around with each step I took. I'd made it to my room fairly quickly and had started to close the door when I felt someone pushing on it. I let go and it opened back up. I'd fully expected it to be my dad but it wasn't. Bull stepped in and smiled down at me, "It's really nothing to get so upset about, Spaz." He said in his normal Bull manner. I still couldn't talk and I couldn't look him in the eye. I'd completely forgot that earlier, while on the sofa, I'd felt the need to poop and had chose to wait instead of waking dad up from his little nap. For the first time in several days I found myself wishing I could turn invisible again. I turned my back to Bull as the tears pored from my eyes. I wished with all my might that Bull would leave but instead he walked over, placed both hands on my shoulders and squeezed lightly before reaching around and hugging my neck softly with both of his bulging arms. I reached up and took hold of his shirtsleeves with both of my hands as I lost complete control of my emotions and sobbed like a baby. "It's okay, Spaz buddy. Just let it out!" he said softly. He held me for several minutes while my tears and snot soaked the sleeves of his shirt. I wanted so badly to stop crying but I couldn't. Every time I would try to stop I'd just cry all that much harder. My chest was starting to hurt again and I found that my legs didn't want to hold me up any longer; had I not had such a tight grip on Bulls arm I am sure I would have fell to the floor. "Let it all out buddy!" Bull said moving one hand and cupping my chin, cheek and ear and pressing my head back against his shoulder. I finally heard dad's car start and somehow that was the turning point for me. My tears started to decrease and my sobs lessened gradually. I could hear Bull breathing into my right ear and then he spoke, "You know, Jasper's had this problem all his life. I can't tell you how many times I've had to help him get cleaned up. Heck he even did it once in my car when he was wearing shorts. Man it got all over the seat and everywhere. It was a really disgusting mess. I managed to laugh at the thought. Bull gave my neck a bit tighter of a squeeze as he placed his cheek against mine. "You okay now Spaz, buddy?" he said and I found his voice soothing. I looked down at his sleeve and saw it was covered in snot. "Sorry bout your shirt." I said. He moved his head and arm a bit, "Ah man, don't sweat that, I've had much worst on me. He removed his hand that had been cradling my face and let it drop away only to come to rest right over the front of my pants and diaper. He squeezed and said, "You ready to take care of this now?" His action shocked and stunned me, but at the same time I didn't react or try to get away. I remembered back to the night I'd snuck out of my bedroom window to go see Jamie. That was the same night they had robbed that store while I'd been in the car. When Bull had been driving me home after my asthma attack he'd started feeling me up in the car and I'd let him. Without any answer from me he released his grip from around my neck and from my groin; I was amazed my legs held me up. He stepped to my right side, bent slightly and lifted me right off my feet. My face was only inches from his face. As big as Bull was, I felt like a small child in his arms. Walking over to my bed he gently laid me down and I wrapped my arms over my chest, which was still hurting from crying so hard. He leaned forward and kissed me softly right on the lips. I don't suppose I was thinking at all while this was taking place; I just lay there and let him kiss me. His big hands squeezing and then rubbing my arms, his lips pressed harder against mine as I started to kiss him back. Something in me was telling me to stop this but hands were distracting my mind as they continued to explore my body while his lips sucked all resistant out of me. I could tell that he was being very careful not to get too close to my ribs. When I felt his hand cup the front of my diaper again I realized that my penis was straining to escape from my diaper. He finally pulled his lips from mine. Smiling, he reached out with both hands and took hold of the sides of my pants and started to work them down exposing my diaper. When he glanced at my diaper I read in his eyes that he knew he'd had his intended effect on me. He leaned toward my face once more, I fully expected him to kiss me again but instead he spoke in a whisper as if telling a secret, "Tater was right, you are one of us." Not another word was spoken between us after that. As bull worked at my pant, (I'd forgotten that he could have just unsnapped them on the sides) I lifted my backside slightly and he slid them all the way to my ankles. He placed his hand right over my tented diaper and squeezed. I took a deep breath and held it with anticipation and fear, but I was taken completely off guard when he stood up and walked out of my room leaving me laying there, my poop filled diaper exposed and pants down around my ankles. My eyes raced around in my head as I attempted to get a grip on the moment and my emotions. I found myself breathing a sign of relief when I saw Bull come back into view carrying two wet washcloths and a towel. I remember thinking, "How'd he know where to find them?" Kneeling down beside the bed he raised my shirt and laid the wet washcloths on my tummy, they were very warm to the touch. When he put the towel on my chest I could no longer see to my diaper area so instead I turned my head and stared at Bull who looked to be in a state of complete bliss as he started to remove the tapes of my diaper. My emotions were so elevated at this point that there was no distinguishing one from the other. Instead I just watched his face as he worked and instinctively when I felt him pull the diaper open I lifted my backside off it but he didn't pull the diaper away just yet. He took one of the wet rags from off my stomach and started to wipe the poop away. I couldn't see the mess but I sure could smell it. It had a very medicine odder to it and I figured that was due to all the drugs I'd had in my system recently. I didn't see what he did with the first diaper but I assumed he'd laid it elsewhere when he grabbed the second washcloth and started to use it. This time he started by wiping my boyhood parts paying special attention to my small but ridged member, which I will add, despite not being able to see it past the towel I knew it was pointing straight to the ceiling with immense pride. I was glad when I saw him finally pull the soiled diaper out from under me so that I could lower my backside again but as I started he slipped his hand under me as if to tell me to keep it up. He then reached over and took the towel from off my chest and dried my entire diaper area before dropping the towel on the floor. Placing a hand over my pelvis he pressed down lightly; I let my bottom rest finally on the bed. Then turning his attention back to the used diaper he rolled it into a nice neat package before leaving it on the floor next to the towel. His head twisted from side to side until his eyes landed on my dresser. Without being told he got up and walked over to it. He opened each drawer from the top down until he found the stash of disposable diapers mom had put in there for me. But he didn't stop at that drawer; he continued looking in the next two and stopped when he reached the bottom drawer. I watched in complete bewilderment when I saw him pull out what I instantly knew was a cloth diaper. I'd seen them at school in the nurse's office and when I saw him reach into the drawer a second time I was curtain what was coming out next. I was right. In his hand was a pair of clear plastic pants with white elastic around the waist and leg openings. I felt like I was suffocating as I watched him stand up and walk back over to me holding the cloth diaper and plastic pants. He held them out in front of himself as if offering them too me for my approval, but I was so dazed to think that those were in my dresser and knew that my mother had put them there without telling me she'd done so was just more them I was able to assimilate so quickly. Wearing disposable diapers was one thing, but somehow I felt like this was too much. The message was sent from my brain to my mouth to tell him that 'No they were not okay!' but the message somehow never came out. I just laid there looking up at the fluffy white cloth and the way the light reflected off the clear plastic. Taking my silence as approval, Bull bent over and knelt back down beside me again. I looked up at him and his smile told me he was enjoying himself so much. I watched in silent awe as he unfolded the diaper and spread it out between my legs before slipping his hand under my bottom to let me know I had to lift up again but I didn't respond. Instead of saying something he simply removed his hand, took a firm grip on my leg and lifted it into the air along with my bottom. He positioned the diaper in place under me before lowering my leg again. When my bottom made contact I could instantly feel the difference of the thick cloth beneath me. Next I expected him to reach for the front of the diaper and pull it up over my still saluting penis but instead he looked at me out of the corner of his eye before reaching up and rapping his enormous hand around my small shaft. My penis was lost in his grip and with only a single tug by him my entire body tensed as I exploded in his hand. I could not help but to let out a small cry as my every sense became overwhelmed with spasms of pleasure. With my eyes closed I panted and clutched at my heaving chest. I felt Bull remove his hand from my penis and so I opened my eyes to see him wiping his hand with the towel and grinning like a cat that just caught the canary. Placing a hand on either knee he spread my legs apart and pulled the cloth diaper up between my legs finally. He tugged it snuggly over my withering boyhood, pinning it into place. Although, now that I am writing about it, I don't remember seeing him retrieve the pins. I assume they came from the same drawer. In my dazed and euphoric state I couldn't see the pins, but I could tell he was using two on each side. Having only once seen a real baby put into a cloth diaper I knew that normally only one safety pin was used per side but I figured Bull had used two since I was quite a bit bigger then a baby. Without having me stand up he slipped the plastic pants over my two feet and slid them up my legs. When he got them close to the diaper, I raised my diapered backside off the bed and he was able to tug them into place. He slipped his fingers into the leg openings and made sure no part of the diaper was sticking out past the plastic before he gave me a pat on the front of the diaper. I continued lying on my bed totally dazed and stunned by what had just occurred. A part of me wondered if this was all just another one of my dreams. I watched as Bull swept up the towel, washcloths and the soiled diaper in his two strong hands before standing up and once again leaving me alone. As I lay there the thought entered my mind that I was now a prisoner of my own yearnings. There is no escape; I'll never be free again. Bull returned still smiling blissfully as he sat on the side of my bed. I'd not noticed that he had another washcloth in his hand until he started to wipe my face with it. He did this with the care of a mother, or maybe a lover, I thought. I closed my eyes and allowed him to wipe away the streaks left by my tears and the sweat caused by the brief but intense moment we'd shared. I only opened my eyes again when I thought he was finish. He was still smiling but somehow differently now. He reached out and just as dad had done put his hands into my armpits and around to my back to lift me up into a sitting position. But, instead of stopping at sitting up he continued to pull me close to him and I knew what was coming. He kissing me again, longer this time while he rubbed my back with one hand and held the back of my head with the other. My own arms were rapped under his and my hands were gripping the backs of his muscular shoulders. When he finally started to pull away I found myself not wanting him to let go. I know it sounds corny, but I felt so good being in his arms, safe even. With his help again I got up from the bed, I had to also have his help to get my balance at first because when I tried to stand I found that I couldn't get my legs to go together at all. I had to waddle like a duck to get over to the mirror on the back of my bedroom door. I couldn't believe what I saw. There staring back at me was what looked to be a slightly overgrown toddler boy wearing a very think diaper. I lifted my shirt up to get the full picture. The diaper was large enough that it covered my belly button in the front and was halfway up my back. I had to stand with my feet way apart just to be comfortable. I didn't know what to do with my hands, when I tried to let them fall to my side they ended up hanging out due to the diaper. Having worn Goodnites for so long and now disposable diapers, neither of which has any side padding at all, it took me a while to get use to the full circumference protection I was now sporting. The plastic pants were crystal clear which allowed me to fully see the thick cloth diaper that I was wrapped in. Breaking my diaper gaze I looked up into the face of my reflection. I had the biggest, stupidest grin stretched from ear to ear and it made me giggle, though quietly. I turned, rather awkwardly, gave a sinister smile and nodded my head. Bull came over and stood behind me, "Let's get your pants on you." He whispered into my ear, which tickled. He held open my pants down by the floor for me to step into. I held onto the back of his shoulders for support as I lifted one foot and then the other. As he pulled the pants up I realized that mom must have thought a head when she bought these as they fit perfectly over the cloth diaper. Bull tied the drawstring around my waist snuggly and pulled my shirt back down. It was so very obvious that I was wearing diapers now. At that moment I was so caught up in my emotional flood that it washed all logic out of my brain. We were no more then a foot apart, I was looking him in his chest, that's how much taller he was then me, I moved forward and closed the gap between us, wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his muscles. I felt him embrace me, his hands came to rest on my backside and pressed me toward him before he broke our embrace and brushed my bangs away from my forehead before saying, "Ten o'clock tonight, be dressed and ready to go somewhere. Don't tell your parents or anyone okay?" I nodded without thinking and said, "Where?" "Ah don't worry about that now Spaz-buddy! Um, it's a surprise!" he said kissing me one more time before saying, "Let's go sit in the living room and wait for Tater and your parents to get back." I was feeling strong, stronger then I had in a while now. I felt like I did that day I had completed the mile. As I walked down the hallway with Bull right behind me I felt as though I was walking a good six inches off the floor. I went to the sofa and with Bulls help sat down, I didn't lay down this time. Bull put the quilt over my legs and lap before going to the kitchen where he retrieved my sipper-cup and his soda from the table. He came back; sat down in dad's chair after handing me my drink and so many questions were now racing around in my head like bees around a hive. I wanted to ask him what was happening at ten tonight. I wanted to ask about the robberies. I wanted to ask if they had killed those two people but somehow I couldn't bring myself to say anything at all. Instead, I leaned ever so carefully to the side and picked up the remote from the end table and turned the TV back on. I was surprised that it worked after the problems dad had with it after the power came back on earlier. We both sat in silence drinking our sodas and watching a rerun of 'Everybody Loves Raymond', which is a show I normally can't stand. I guess that means that not everyone loves Raymond. Twenty minutes or so after we'd sat down the sliding backdoor opened. I'd not even heard them pull up in the drive way or the garage door open. Mom came in first looking very shaken up. She was followed by Tater who was obviously soaked to the bone and half a minute after him, dad came in also soaked and looking surprisingly good natured. Bull stood right up when they came in and went to the kitchen, "Here let me get that for you Mrs. Leonard" he said to my mom as he took her umbrella and closed it for her while she literally dropped her purse on the table and started to pull off her coat. "Oh thank you dear." Mom said sounding out of breath. Even from where I was sitting I could see Tater and Bull exchange knowing glances at each other before Tater said, "You doing okay over there Spazman?" Without thinking I blurted out, "Yep, I'm just fine! Couldn't be better!" Dad looked at me and seemed surprised before looking at Bull and Tater, "Well boys, thank you for your help this afternoon." Dad reached into his pocket and pulled out some money. He tried to hand it to Tater and Bull but they both declined to take it. "I can't take money for helping, it just wouldn't be right!" Tater said holding up his hands as if being held at gunpoint. Bull in turn said, "No thanks Mr. Leonard. Friends got to look out for friends!" he said looking right at me as he spoke. I smiled knowingly when he called me his friend. Dad stuffed his money back into his pocket and then stuck out his hand to Tater, "Well thank you very much! I couldn't have got the van home tonight without your help." He shook Taters hand and then shook Bull's hand. "And I really appreciate your staying here too!" he was looking Bull right in the eyes as he spoke those words and it was clear what he was really thanking Bull for. "It was nothing really!" Bull offered back to dad and then looking at me again he added, "Actually anytime you need me to baby sit ..." I stopped that right away by shouting across the house, "HEY! Keep it up and you'll be telling all your friends you got beat up by me!" Bull and Tater laughed, "Just kidding Spaz! Just wanted to see if I could get you worked up!" he said. "Yeah you're going to see worked up as soon as I get up from here!" and I acted as if I were going to stand up. "Don't even think about it!" mom snapped at me. Dad shook Bull's hand once more, "Thank you again!" "Really, it was cool." Bull assured. Mom was smiling, but I could tell that dad had not told her what had happened here at the house while she was gone. "Yes, thank you both so much!" she said before reaching toward dad, "Let me have your coat and I will hang it with mine in the laundry room to dry. "If it's okay, we're going to go. I want to get home and get out of these wet things." Tater said sounded very polite, however there was something else in his voice; I wasn't sure what it was at the time. Despite Tater being so wet and still covered in snow mom went over and hugged him and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Thank you again." She said to Tater before walking off toward the laundry room. "Bye guys! Thanks for everything!" I said as they were leaving out the back door. At the last possible second Bull turned, held up all ten of his fingers and mouthed to me, "Ten o'clock tonight. Be ready!" I got the message loud and clear. As dad was walking back through to go change I asked, "How'd you guys get so wet?" "It might be snowing now, but it's still very wet out there!" dad said before changing the subject. "You two get along okay?" I got that he was still talking about my unfortunate incident without actually putting it into so many words. I shrugged as I answered, "Yeah no problem at all." I didn't know what else to say and I was afraid if I said anything else I would end up saying too much. It seemed to satisfy dad and he smiled, "Good! Good!" he said twice before going on back to his room to change clothes. Mom came back a minute or so after with several old towels in her arms. She started wiping up the floor all the way back to their room and eventually came back out with a laundry basket filled with the towels and dad's wet things in it. She was obviously taking them to the laundry room when I stopped her. "Mom?" I managed to catch her just as she was about to leave my sight. She stopped, turned and looking very tired she answered by raising her eyebrows. "I think I'm going to go to bed now." I said knowing it was still early yet and that I'd not had dinner either. I was thinking constantly now about what had happened between Bull and I. I so desperately wanted to go write it all down before I forgot any of it. "Wait for your father to help you." She said turning and leaving. Actually, I was also going to ask her for another pain pill but instead I decided that it might let on to her that more happened then me just sitting here and dad might think more happened then just Bull helping me get cleaned up. I guess I was feeling guilty and secretive along with a bit of pain all at the same time. Dad finally returned from changing and after asking for his help he got me to my feet and escorted me to my room without saying a single word about me wearing cloth diapers. He helped me to lie down after making quick work of removing my shirt and pants leaving me wearing just the diaper that Bull had put on me. After tucking me into bed and checking that I'd not used the diaper yet he asked if I need anything else before he left me alone in my room. I told him no as I reached over and picked up my e-book and began to write in it. I don't remember actually falling asleep. My intention was to fake that I was asleep until I was sure both mom and dad believed it and then I was going to try to get up on my own and get ready for tonight even though I had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. I fell asleep so fast that I didn't have time to think about anything. No time to realize that what I was contemplating was absolutely stupid on so many levels. It was ten minutes after five when I woke up. The emptiness in my stomach had brought me out of the coolest dream were I'd been racing away from the police on a motorcycle. The one odd thing about the dream was that the police officer that was chasing me was also on a motorcycle but he was wearing a blood red wedding dress that billowed like flames behind him as he sped after me. When I opened my eyes I thought that maybe I was dreaming again because someone was standing next to my bed holding the biggest yellow teddy bear. The bear was so big I couldn't see who was holding it right away. Finally Jamie's head appeared from behind it with a big smile on his face. He was also still sporting his raccoon eyes and, thanks to me, a bandage across his nose. Actually he looked much better then when I'd seen him at the hospital and he looked happier and bubblier then I'd ever seen him. "I brought you this!" he said bouncing the bear in his arms. Not totally awake yet I said, "Huh? What the heck is that?" "It's a bear you idiot! What do you think it is?" Jamie said sarcastically. Hearing Jamie's voice brought me the rest of the way out of my slumber. I smiled at him, "Wow it's ... it's big!" I said. "Yeah it is!" he said smiling even larger. "I'll put it over here!" he said taking it over and sitting it on top of my desk. It nearly engulfed the entire top of my desk. I didn't have the heart to tell him it was absolutely hideous. "So, Mickey Mouse, you going to live or what?" Jamie asked in a sort of way that I'm sure he thought was funny. "Hey, who you calling Mickey Mouse?" I objected as he half smiled and half sneered at me. I knew that the Mickey Mouse crack was his way of retaliating for my ungrateful attitude and comment about his gift. "Say? Where'd you get that thing, anyway?" I questioned him. "Oh I bought it with my allowance at Toys R Us. You know the one that is closing over by the mall?" Jamie said walking over and sitting on the foot of his bed, facing me. "Why are they closing?" I asked; sounding exasperated at the idea. "That is the best place to get video games!" "Yeahh, tell me about it!" Jamie said. He was shrugging his shoulders while at the same time looking at the floor and shaking his head. He lamented as though a dear friend was dieing. "I don't know." I looked back at that big yellow bear as it sat sort-of leaning to the left like it were trying to look out of our bedroom window. It was a great gesture on Jamie's part; I mean it sort of was like a peace offering between him and I. But man, I bet there have been wars started over things less obnoxious! Having caught me eyeing it, Jamie asked rather excitedly; "So, you like it?" OK, now this would have been one of the best times, if there ever was a best time, to lie like a rug but the truth can be a very bad habit to break and I guess I wasn't up to the challenge just then. "I really appreciate the offer Jamie, I mean wow, you didn't need to spend your money on me." I paused before continuing, "But that is the ugliest thing I've ever seen in my life!" No sooner had the words come out of my mouth then Jamie's expression changed. His eyebrows dropped, his nostrils flared and still sitting on his bed, he fell backwards onto it. He had his hands over his face, his chest and stomach were heaving up and down, and I knew I'd really hurt his feelings and made him cry. "I can be such an absolute jerk sometimes!" I thought to myself. "Jamie! I'm sorry!" I said softly. His hands fell away from his face and he let out the biggest scream that nearly scared the flesh right off my bones! He was pounding his bed with his fists and rolling his head back and forth. A second later, Dad came busting into our room looking like he was going to kill us both. I'm sure from Jamie's scream that Dad had thought the two of us were at each other's throats again. "What is going on in here?" Dad shouted, as little flecks of spit flew from the corners of his mouth. Jamie rolled over on his side, propped himself on one elbow and I finally saw that he had not been crying but had been laughing hysterically! Dad saw it too and in an instant his rage fell away as his eyes landed on the bear. "That is the most repugnant thing I have ever seen in my life!" Dad said before thinking. That was it for Jamie. He fell on the floor by the foot of his bed, screaming with laughter. It was fearfully contagious as Dad and I both broke out laughing, though really I had no idea at all what I was laughing at. Jamie fell over on his side and then rolled over onto his back, madly kicking his sock covered feet in the air. I, on the other hand, was reduced to tears. Laughing as hard as I was, was really killing my chest, but as long as Jamie was laughing, I couldn't stop laughing either. Dad had gone over to try to help Jamie up but they were both laughing so hard that Dad ended up falling on top of Jamie's bed. Actually he nearly fell on Jamie but at the last possible second he managed to throw himself onto the bed instead. OK, if the three of us were not in bad enough shape, Mom came into the room, hands on hips and eyebrows sharpened to a point over her burning eyes. I was laughing and crying at the same time so hard that I couldn't hear what Mom tried to say. Dad had got up clutching his stomach and still laughing. He kissed Mom on the cheek as he hung on her for support however she was still looking like she was ready to lay into all of us. Before pulling the door shut, Dad managed to get Mom out of our room and as he did so, he waved at us just like he'd wave away two annoying buzzing flies. It was several minutes before the two of us stopped laughing, well mostly anyway. Jamie finally was able to get himself off the floor and lying on his bed again. He was frantically wiping at his eyes to clear away his tears of laughter. I, on the other hand, was dieing inside and had my mouth all the way open, panting for air. I had to cover my eyes with one of my arms because every time I looked at Jamie we'd both start laughing again. "Stop looking at me!" Jamie snorted. "Me?" I shouted! "You started this!" He broke into fits of laughter again as he tried to say; "Oh sure I bring you a really nice present and this is the thanks I get?" I moved my arm up higher on my head and looked under it at Jamie who had tearstains down his flaming red face, which nicely matched his ears and neck. Holding his nose, he attempted to regain control of his laugher and was doing OK, right up until our eyes met again and we both started back up. "Stop looking at me!" Jamie cried. I re-hid my eyes with my arm while still clutching my ribs with my other. No longer allowing myself to look his way I asked, "OK! I have to know ... what possessed you to buy that thing for me?" He started laughing again and it took several minutes before he could answer me. "PLEASE- PLEASE-OH PLEASE stop! You are hurting my face!" He cried and then continued in one rushed breath, "OK, I didn't buy it! It belongs to a friend of mine that lives in my building. I asked him if I could borrow it for the weekend!" I don't know why but that explanation was too much and we both lost it again. It took Mom coming back into our room for us to get calmed back down. She had brought me a drink and another pill and I was again amazed at how she knew I needed it without me asking for it. She also gave a drink in one of my sipper-cups to Jamie with a pill for him, too, but his was pink where as mine was white. I figured he was probably taking pain pills for his nose. Once Mom had lectured us about staying quiet the rest of the evening, she left, promising to have dinner ready soon. Jamie had scooted himself up onto his bed so that he was leaning against his headboard. I wanted to do the same but since laughing so hard I figured lying down was probably better for me right now. After Mom had gone and Jamie and I were both smiling at each other, doing our best not to break up again, I looked over at the bear and had to ask, "So, you are going to take it back to him, right?" In an effort to keep from laughing again Jamie had stuck his fist into his mouth and was biting down on it. I, on the other hand, was biting the inside of my cheek. Unable to answer me with his fist in his mouth he just shook his head up and down. I could tell by the look of his eyes that inside he was laughing just as hard as before. His eyes looked as though he was begging, "Please don't make me laugh anymore!" A thought suddenly jumped into my head and I asked, "So is Toys R Us really going out of business?" Giving the impression of being, to some extent, recovered Jamie removed his fist from him mouth and answered, "Oh Yeahh! That part was true!" I wasn't sure if I could believe him or not. Jamie read my carefulness and added; "Cross my heart and hope to die!" He made an X over his heart with a single finger. Several more minutes went by with neither of us looking or talking to one another. When he finally broke the silence, his question completely changed the mood of the room. "So, are you still wearing diapers?" I nearly swallowed my tongue and my eyes bugged out, as I looked his way. He was no longer biting his fist and he had that same look about him that he'd had the night I'd gone to visit him at his place. I suppose the best way to describe his countenance is to say he looked drugged; like the way you see people in the hospital. He wasn't smiling but had a sort of vacant expression. We were looking right at each other and his eyes looked almost like they were imploring me to respond to the query. I was so taken off guard that I was unable to think, let alone attempt to talk. In all the Years that Jamie's been coming over here, never, and I mean never, has he had a single thing to say that was in any way positive about me wetting my bed and wearing Goodnites to deal with it. Whenever Jamie would come over, most of the time I wouldn't put my Goodnites on until right before going to bed and even then I'd always go to the bathroom to change. I'd also wear pajamas or shorts over them so he couldn't see them as I got into bed, or in the mornings. The second I was awake I'd get up, go back to the bathroom, strip off the wet Goodnite, and take a quick shower before I'd return to my room to deposit the used Goodnite in the can by my door. Never would I wear a wet Goodnite to breakfast when he was here. I did everything I could possibly do to not give him a chance to pick on me about my wetting problem. So now here he was asking me if I was still wearing diapers. What on earth made him think that I'd even consider responding to his question and open myself up to more of his mockery? In the end I chose not to answer him but to turn the tables on him. "You know, when I was over at your place..." I paused and glanced his way. He was looking right at me nodding his head obviously eagerly awaiting my answer. I'd never seen him act like this before. It was kind of unnerving, really. "When I sat on your bed, I distinctly heard the rustle of a plastic sheet on your bed." I kept my eyes locked onto his, waiting to see even the slighted change in his expression that would alert me as to whether I'd guessed right or not. He just kept looking right at me, as if he was deep in thought or maybe sizing me up as well. Like someone had flipped on a switch within him his eyebrows lifted to the top of his forehead as his eyes got wide. A small smile stretched his lips and it grew until once again, he busted out laughing, which was not the reaction I'd expected at all. My entire body had already tensed in expectation of him pouncing on me but the attack never came. Instead, he fell back against his mattress again laughing with renewed vigor. "Oh please help me!" Jamie cried while clutching at his face. "PLEEEASE!" This time his laughter wasn't contagious in the least. I don't know how I did it on my own but I managed to get myself up on one elbow. Jamie had reached over his head and grabbed his pillow to smother his laughter. I fully expected Mom or Dad or maybe both of them to come back into the room at any second but they didn't. I waited patiently while Jamie carried on with his fits of laughter and giggles. Still laying back with his feet hanging over the foot of his bed, he lifted his pillow off of his face. Exhausted, he managed to say while still giggling away; "You ... You think ... You think that I wet my bed ... like ... like you?" Again, he buried his face with his pillow. Despite trying to talk through his fits of laughter, I distinctly heard the very reminiscent way in which he'd always address my nighttime problem. For several seconds I nearly reverted to my normal defensive attitude and had I not been injured, I probably would have flew out of my bed and tried to smother him with his own pillow. What he said and did next, finally explained everything. "OK, OK!" I heard him say, though it was muffled since he still had his pillow over his face. Throwing off his pillow, which didn't land on his bed above him but fell to the floor, he sat up, looking to our closed door before getting up and going to it. I watched as he opened it a crack and peeked out. I supposed he was making sure Mom and Dad were not anywhere in the proximity of our voices. After re-closing the door and going to his bag he opened it and started to rifle through his belongings before pulling out a magazine. The second the magazine was removed from his bag, he slipped it under his shirt and was looking back toward the door like he expected it to burst open at any second. He looked toward me, and then put his finger to his lips as if to tell me to be quiet. He then returned to the door and repeated his actions just as he'd done the first time. He had my curiosity peeked and I finally spoke; "What is it?" Still by the door, he ran his hand over the crack between the door and the latch jam like he was somehow magically sealing the door. Finally, he came over and sat down on my bed next to me. He kept looking right at the door and was acting very weird. I mean weirder then he normally is. He was sitting very close to my chest and that made me more then a little uneasy. One good thump of his fist on my chest and I'd be a bawling mess! Shoot, he wouldn't even have to thump me. He could just touch me and he'd have me beat. He looked down at me and then to the door again before reaching under his shirt and pulling out the magazine. I knew what it was even before he'd totally removed it from under his shirt. "Where'd you get ..." I didn't get to finish. "Sssshhhhh!" He said, putting a hand over my mouth and looking very worriedly at the door. "I found it. Actually, I found a bunch of them in a dumpster behind a bookstore not too far from my home." He said in a barely audible whisper. He handed the Playboy magazine to me and I held it like I was holding a priceless work of art. On the cover was a lady with long black hair and a red vinyl bathing suit which was at least three sizes too small for her. I'd totally forgot that Jamie still had his hand over my mouth to keep me from making any noise. "That is what you heard when you sat on my bed. I'd been looking at it and hid it under my covers when I started to fall asleep." Jamie said. I am sure my eyes were the size of dinner plates as I slowly turned each page of his treasured magazine. I tried to say something and that was when I remembered he still had his hand cover my mouth. When I'd tried to talk he moved his hand and as quiet as I could I asked, "You found a bunch of these?" "Yeahh, and they are all different. They were brand new; still had plastic over them." He whispered. I reached the center of the magazine and exclaimed, "HOLY ..." Jamie's hand had shot over my mouth again. "Will you keep it down?" He whispered firmly. I could only nod my compliance. "My Mom caught me with one of these and she went crazy!" Jamie said. "She thinks that I only had the one she took it, burned it and things that was the end of it. I'd really like to keep it that way!" I nodded again as I reached up and moved his hand away, "OK, sorry. But wow Jamie! I mean holy cow!" "Yeahh! Tell me about it!" Jamie whispered with an evil grin across his face. "Good, huh?" "You...you got to let me borrow it!" I begged. "No way!" Jamie said, trying to grab the magazine back from me but I held on to it tightly. "Please! I promise to keep it super safe! No one will ever find it and I will give it back when you come over next time!" I pleaded. He let go of the magazine mostly because I think he didn't want to wrinkle or rip the pages. "OK! But if you get caught with it you'd better not say you got it from me!" Jamie threatened while waving his fist only inches from my nose. "I won't get caught, I promise!" I said and Jamie got up from my bed and went to check the door again. He returned a moment later, standing over me and looking down. I looked up at him, "What?" I said still whispering. "So are you?" He asked. I didn't know what he was talking about. "Am I what?" I asked. His eyes went to my blankets before returning to my eyes. There was an odd gleam in them and it unnerved me a little. "What?" I demanded. He looked frustrated. "Are you still wearing diapers?" "Man how slow can I be?" I thought. I don't know what came over me at that particular moment. Maybe it was just that I really felt like Jamie had trusted me with something we both knew was very taboo and had the potential to get us both hung out to dry. I took hold of my covers and in one fluid motion flung them off of me revealing my diaper. However, I'd completely forgot that I was wearing cloth diapers and plastic pants instead of the disposable ones and I pulled the covers back over myself as quickly as I'd removed them. I was horror stuck that I'd let down my guard for only a second and in that second, had opened myself up to a verbal attack. I looked at Jamie. My entire head was blazing scarlet with mortification. His eyes were still looking to where my diaper had just been revealed to him. Mouth hanging open, eyes glazed, he made a noise in his throat like a combination of him clearing his throat, coughing, and a gasp of astonishment. "I dare you to say something!" The tone of my voice scared even me. I sounded possessed. Jamie finally looked at me but his expression had not changed in the slightest bit. My embarrassment began to morph into anger and then rage. It felt like my brain was boiling in my skull and that at any second, my eyes were going to spew fire. Without saying a word, Jamie turned his back to me and sat down on the edge of my bed. He still had that same stunned expression but there was something else now. Almost a kind of worried aspect maybe. He twisted his head and stared right into my eyes. I expected him to say something but he closed his mouth and turned away and made that same clearing, coughing and gasping noise in his throat again, only stronger this time. Maybe it was a good thing that the two of us heard someone coming down the hall. I'd stuffed the magazine down between the left side of my bed and the wall just as our bedroom door opened. "You boys ready for dinner?" Mom asked, and from the look she was giving us, it was apparent that she knew she'd just walked into the middle of something. "What's going on?" She asked suspiciously. "Ahh... nothing, we were just talking is all." Jamie said quickly, "Um, what's for dinner?" "Spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread." She said, still trying to size up the situation. "Cool!" Jamie expressed, standing up and taking a step toward the door before stopping and looking back to me. "You coming?" He asked. "I'll be right there!" I answered with a weak joke. He left the room and Mom picked up on the hint. She'd turned to my dresser even before I'd had to ask. She opened the drawer with the disposable diapers in it but hesitated, "You want to wear disposable or another of what you have on now." She asked and I supposed that Dad must have told her I was wearing cloth diapers earlier or maybe she'd come in to check me while I'd been asleep. At any rate, she knew I was in cloth diapers right now and I felt this was a prefect chance to ask her something that had been in the back of my mind all afternoon. "Mom? Can I ask you something?" I said. "She sweetheart." She said, "What is it?" "Um, how come you got me those cloth diapers?" I asked in a very mellow tone. She came back over to my bed empty handed and sat next to me. "Well I wasn't sure what was going to be the best for you to use. It's been a very long time since I've had to diaper anyone and lets face it, you're just a little bigger than a normal baby." The way she said "normal baby" didn't sit too well with me but I chose to let it slide for the moment. "The salesman up at Med-Mart was very kind and helpful in that respect." She said. Then with the same breath she added; "I think the cloth diapers will be cheaper in the long run." I was about to comment on that but she stood up and said, "Do you want to get changed before, or after dinner?" "Before!" I answered very quickly and before she could ask her question again I said; "Disposable this time?" It came out more like a question than a statement. Mom took her cue from my lack of surety and came back over to the bed, pulled down my covers and proceeded to pull down the plastic pants. "Oh honey, you have hardly used these at all. Let's just wait and change you after dinner OK?" She said, snapping the plastic pants back over the cloth diaper. I sighed as she went and got the pants and shirt she'd put me in earlier today and helped me to get dressed. She helped me to get sat up and once she had pulled the pants up to my knees, I was able to finish pulling them the rest of the way up by myself however I still needed her help putting on my shirt. For some reason, lifting my arms up over my head like that still hurt; I guess because it stretches everything out. I waddled down the hallway with Mom right behind me in case I lost my balance. We stopped off at the bathroom and washed our hands before completing our trek to the kitchen. When we got there no one was there. I looked at Mom kind of puzzled and she answered; "In the dining room sweetheart." "Oh!" I said, feeling kind of dumb as I waddled on to the dining room where sure enough, I found Jamie and Dad already sitting at the table. Just as he'd done before, Dad didn't say or even draw attention to the fact that I was so amply diapered. Jamie, on the other hand, was staring right at the bulg in my pants and gawking. Dad reached over and popped Jamie lightly on the back of the head. That did the trick to snap him out of his stupified daze. As I sat down, I noticed the distinctive crinkle and to me, it sounded very loud but no one else acted like they had heard anything. I sat right next to Jamie, which was something I never did in the past. We'd always sit on opposite sides of a table or room from each other whenever possible. Jamie leaned over and whispered. "Sorry." I didn't know what he was apologizing for so I asked, "What for?" "For staring at you!" He whispered back. "Oh, that's OK. I don't mind." I lied. Dinner was absolutely wonderful. Jamie and I both had two full plates and I lost track of how much garlic bread I had. After dinner, Mom surprised us with hot, freshly made apple dumplings for desert. Man, those things were to die for! Both Jamie and I were so full that we could barely eat ours but somehow, we managed. After dinner, the two of us went back to our room. Jamie helped me by walking in front of me and letting me hold on to his shoulders. Actually, I didn't need him but he wanted to help, so I let him. Once back in our room, he helped me to lay down and then went over and fell backward onto his own bed, moaning his discomfort. We were both so full that we were in pain but it was a good pain. The two of us talked for a while until Dad came in to ask if we wanted to watch a DVD in the living room. We were both still feeling so uncomfortably full, that we just wanted to continue laying on our beds. When Dad left us alone again, Jamie sat up. "Want to watch something in here instead?" "OK!" I agreed. Jamie got up from his bed and came over next to mine. "Scooch over." He implored. Though we'd never been in such close proximity before, I shifted myself closer to the wall so that he could lie down next to me. I let him have control of the remote and what we would watch. He ended up stopping on the newer version of Planet of the Apes. I'd seen it a couple times before but it's a good enough movie that I didn't mind watching it again. We'd come into the movie about ten minutes after it started and seeing as how he'd never seen it before, I had to explain to him what had happened up to that point. Then the two of us laid in silence, watching the movie. Well honestly, I wasn't really getting into the movie. Actually, I was having a hard time concentrating on it with Jamie laying right beside me. The fact that our shoulders were touching was sort of weirding me out. I wasn't covered up with my blankets and aside from the fact I had on the sweatpants and a warm shirt, it was still wholly noticeable that I had on a large cloth diaper. Also, the fact that Jamie wasn't acting like himself at all bothered me too. I mean, he was trying to be nice to me and not say anything monumentally stupid and that was uncharacteristic for him. Right at the point in the movie where the humans escape with the aid of one of the female apes, Mom came into our room and found us in bed together watching the movie. Mom's tack was nothing short of awesome! "You boys OK?" she asked. "Yes" We both said at once. With the back of Jamie's hand, he lightly swatted my hip, accidentally making contact with my diaper. He and I both know he did it but we acted like it didn't happen. "Jinx!" Jamie said. I was Jinxed and thus couldn't utter a single word until someone said my name. Then Mom, right on cue, asked; "Simon, do you need anything?" Jamie sat up and spun around to look directly at Mom. "Ahhh! You weren't supposed to say his name!" He complained. I laughed, "Ha haaa! Saved by Mom!" I chanted. Now I knew exactly what Mom had been asking and the truth was I knew I was getting close to needing changed but the idea of Mom changing me with Jamie anywhere around didn't set well with me. "Yeahh, I'm cool!" I said craning my head back to make eye contact with her. "OK, you boys just let me know if you need anything." Mom said, looking right at me. Mom left again and we both settled back into the movie but not before I glan