The Three Diapered Amigos Book III: The Kidnapping
Written by JD © August 2013

Like many other morning of my 11 years, I was suddenly ripped away from a great dream! In the dream, I was a baseball pro and my Twin brother Billi, worshiped at my feet. I was loving how he kept calling me the baseball god! For some reason that I found hilarious, even though I had grown to an adult in my dream, he was still his little 11-year-old kid self and he was wearing nothing but a well-used diaper. He never once got upset with me when I made fun of his diapered conditioned either and it was during one of these attempts at poking fun at him for wetting his diaper that I was suddenly awakened. It took me a second to realize that I must have been peeing in the diaper I had been wearing when I Billi in his dream had peed in his, as I could feel the wet warmth in the very soggy diaper between my legs. Speaking of Billi, in the last couple days due to Mark's kidnapping, I hadn't even thought of my brother who must be at home with our dad since I was sure that Mom was at the Taylor's just like Craig's mom. Anyway, I wasn't too pleased to be pulled from my dream and at first thought it had been Craig, getting me back, because I woke him yesterday with his feather.

"Twerp, I swear I am going to pound you if..." I started to say but was interrupted.

"Randy, do you know where Craig is? I can't find him anywhere in the house and it looks like he might have left before I woke up this morning." I heard a worried sounding Mr. Pederson start to question me.

At this, I opened my eyes and was instantly awake as real worry started to flood my brain. "What do you mean? Last I knew he was in bed with me?" I told him in complete confusion while looking next to me, expecting that Mr. Pederson was pulling my leg or something. But, Craig wasn't there!

"That is the problem, he isn't in bed anymore! I can't find him anywhere, and I even looked around the neighborhood. I even went across the street to see if he went to visit Benny. No one has seen him at all." Mr. Pederson again stated with growing anxiety and worry.

Now I was getting scared as I didn't know what to say. Why would Craig get up and leave without even waking me up and telling me? I knew he had been scared, even to the point that he had been having nightmares, so it didn't make sense that he would be dumb enough for him to do something like leave the house with at least having me go with him. Then again, Craig could act stupid at times and do things without thinking. I could see that Mr. Pederson was still waiting for me to answer his question but I didn't know what to tell him. I was as lost as Craig's dad was. For a minute, I consider telling him about Craig's dreams and how he had been feeling like he had been followed lately, but I wasn't sure if that would really help find Craig. I also didn't want to make the grown-ups worry that we had been trying to gather information about the The Blue Eyeball Killer and just make things worse for us. For the time being, I decided it was best to keep that to myself for now.

"I am sorry Mr. Pederson, like I said, last I knew, he was in bed. He never woke me last night and I never woke up when he left." I told him honestly. "My parents say I sleep like a log and that it is hard to wake me once I go to sleep. It was why I wet my bed till I was 7. Luckily my bladder control got better so that I can hold it all night otherwise I would probably still wet the bed." I added without even thinking about what I was saying until I said it and suddenly felt my face flush red. I then remembered about my wet diaper. "Ummm... well I guess it had been good, I don't know why, it seems that I keep peeing without knowing it though."

"I understand Randy, I am sure it is just the stress of with what has been going on and after everything gets back to normal, you will be too." Mr. Pederson quickly explained with a lot of worry still in his voice which betrayed his confidence in what he was saying to me about everything going back to normal anytime soon, if ever. "Let's get you changed into a dry diaper and I think I am going to run you back to your house so I can go to Mark's and talk to my wife in person. I don't want to tell her that Craig is missing over the phone." He informed me.

I pushed the blanket's down on Craig's racing car bed, where I had been sleeping with him in ever since I got there. I then pulled down my PJ bottoms, which my Dad had dropped off along with extra clothes the first day we were here, and exposed my soaked diaper I had been wearing. Since Craig's dad had been putting the diapers on us at night, he had been putting us in the disposables instead of Craig's new cloth diapers. For a moment, I considered just asking Mr. Pederson to not diaper me, that I would try to go without one today. Something in me though, didn't want me to stop him, I also got the feeling he wasn't going to let me make that choice either. Sure enough, he taped another disposable onto me and I wondered if he would tell my parents about the accidents, I had been having the last couple days. Truthfully, most of my wettings were on purpose but there have now been a couple, which has not been. I still don't know what caused me to wet my sleeping bag that time we all spent the night together after the Bulls game. I didn't even have the excuse I did now. I mean, my grandma was still alive and Mark hadn't gone missing yet. Shoot, Mark was even the one who noticed me wetting it. I guess that was the main reason I didn't stop Craig's dad from putting the diaper on me. I just hope neither my parents or Billi noticed it and figured I could remove it later in private.

It didn't take long for Mr. Pederson to get me re-diapered and was now gathering the supplies and putting them away. "Hurry up and get dressed so I can take you home son." He said in a rush and again I worried about what my Dad and Billi might say if they found out about my accidents and diaper, if Mr. Pederson told them when he dropped me off.

"Mr. Pederson, can you just take me with you to Mark's house? I promise to stay out of your way and I really want to talk to my mom." I begged and as an afterthought, "I also like to talk to Jenifer as I think she is probably just as frustrated as I am with all of this too."

I could see him think it over a second but that was all. I think his worry for Craig made him not want to waste any more time than necessary. He may have also decided it was better to just take me there then waste time arguing with me about it.

"Alright, but please hurry!" He pleaded with me and I could see that I was right. "I want to get there as quickly as possible, so please don't delay. I am sorry we don't have time for a proper breakfast. I will give you a couple granola bars and a juice box that you can eat and drink on the way there." He added as he left me to finish getting dressed.

If I wasn't so worried, I would have argued with him about the meager breakfast. Instead, I did as I was told and quickly got dressed and gathered my things, shoving it all in my bag. With my breakfast in hand, we then walked out to his car. I was surprised when he held my other hand all the way there, like I was a toddler that might run off at any minute and get lost. Once I was buckled into the backseat, we took off for Mark's house. Of course with Craig and him living as close to each other as they do, it didn't take long by car to get there. We pulled up to the curb in front of Mark's, only a couple minutes after leaving and just as I shoved the last bite of my second and last granola bar into my mouth. Before entering the house, I managed to empty the juice box and at the same time, let loose in my diaper as I filled it with my warm pee. I could only help that no one could smell it through the diaper I was wearing.

After I entered the house I was surprised. I thought it had been busy and crowded the other day when Mark disappeared, it almost seemed twice as busy today. There were cops there as there were the other day, including the Detective who had questioned both me and Craig. I also think that everyone of Mark's relatives were now there including many more family friends. What really surprised me was when I noticed Mr. Dingdong standing in the crowded room with a woman that I didn't know, and he was talking with both Mark and my mom. I think Craig's mom had been with the group too but as soon as his dad entered, he had pulled her somewhere else that I didn't see.

I really wanted to talk to my mom about the issue I was having that currently had me in diapers, at least before Craig's parents told her or my dad about it. Even though I wanted to talk to her, I didn't want to do so in front of other people, especially Mr. Dingdong and the woman he was with. I decided maybe it was best to go find Mark's sister, Jenifer, that way I could try to get her help. Luck was not on my side because before I could run out of site, Mr. Dingdong noticed me and gave me one of those steely stares of his, as if I did something to Mark and hid his body somewhere.

I guess getting Mr. Dingdong's attention was enough to also get my mom's attention as she looked to see what he was staring at. "Randy, I thought you were at Craig's?" She asked me with concern and waved me over to her.

"I was Mom, but when I woke up this morning, Craig was missing and his dad started to freak. He decided to bring me here as he wanted to talk to Mrs. Pederson." I answered her, I also deliberately left out the fact that Mr. Pederson wanted to take me home and not here. "I wanted to talk to you Mom, but if you are busy, I can wait." I added as I gave a quick look at my school disciplinarian who I was hoping to never see again as I would be entering the Junior High this Fall and no longer attending the Grade School.

"Nonsense sweetie, you can tell me right here." Mom stated with authority she did notice my look at Mr. Dingdong. "Mr. Bell and his wife have come by to let us know that they are just as worried about Mark as we all are, so please be respectful to them!" Mom Demanded. "Now what is it you wanted son?" She asked me again. I of course just stood there all clammed up until Mom got an exasperated look on her face. "Randy, if you wanted to talk to me about your wetting problem you been having, I already know. So does Mrs. Taylor as she was here when Craig's Mom told us that you been wearing Craig's diapers while you been there to stay dry. I don't want you to worry about it, even your brother has been wetting himself lately and we had to put him back into diapers as well." She explained to me right in front of Mr. Dingdong and his wife.

It didn't even notice right then what she said about Billi wetting himself and wearing diapers too. All I seemed to hear at the moment was her outing the fact that I was wearing a diaper, in front of my Vice Principal. I wouldn't say I am a big crier like Craig and Mark, but it is also rare that my pride gets wounded like this. I could feel the stinging tears burn my eyes as I looked angrily at my mom, then at the 2 people who hadn't known I was wearing diapers until just that moment. I think I might have just for a split second saw a bit of sympathy in Mr. Dingdong's eyes but then it was quickly replaced with his usual look that he gives me whenever he sees me. I really think he only sees me as the trouble maker and nothing else. He still sees me as the boy that he has to constantly spank on an almost daily basis. It doesn't help that Billi is my identical Twin and we look so much alike that even he can tell us apart without us telling him who we are. I am sure with seeing our face in his office so much; he has a hard time even realizing which one of us now was there more often.

"Mom! Why did you have to tell them..." At this I pointed towards Mr. Dingdong and the woman standing with him. "...that I was wearing diapers!" I declared louder then I meant too. So loud that now, even more people knew I was wearing a diaper.

"Randy, it isn't a big deal! You and your brother have gone through a lot of stress recently with the loss of your Grandma and now with Mark missing. I am glad you let the Pederson's diaper you. If you need changed, let me know and I will borrow one of Mark's diapers. Also, please get me if you need to poop, I will take the diaper off you and put it back on so it won't leak, I don't want you trying to do it on your own." She ordered. "Now, go find your brother, he is here somewhere, I am sure you guys can play quietly in Mark's room for a while." With that said, she slapped my obvious diapered bottom, and sent me on my way.

It wasn't until I headed out to try and find Mark's sister, that it occurred to me that Mom must have missed me telling her about Craig missing. I again didn't even think about what Mom had said about Billi wearing diapers as well. Instead, my mind was still reeling from the total embarrassment she had put me through and the plan I was trying to form in my mind. I knew with us being so young, that we would never be able to get the info we wanted to get on the Blue Eyeball Killer, but Jenifer was 14 and she might be able to get what we were not able to get. It was even possible that she already knew more about the Killer then us kids did. I wasn't sure if she would help me or not, but she was the closest thing I had to an adult to get the information I wanted.

I found Jenifer in her room listening to some awful sounding music. Since she never answered me if I could enter and her door was opened, I decided to chance it and walked inside. She was lying on her bed with her eyes closed and I started to think she must have fallen asleep so I walked up to her and gently shook her. This of course woke her up and she didn't look too pleased with me. She jumped up from her bed and looked like she was ready to thump me.

"What have I told you little pipsqueaks about entering my room without my permission?!" She yelled at me in full rage. I was really afraid she was going to beat me to death as she towered over me threatenly and continued to screech at me. "I already had to yell at you once today about coming in here, so you think you would have known better to come in again!" As she said this, she then looked me over some more before realizing something. "When did you change your clothes?" She asked me but before I answered her facial features softened and asked, "Randy is that you?"

"If I tell you the truth and say yes, will you promise not to beat me up?" I asked her, a little scared, she may beat me up anyway.

"Of course I won't beat you up! I'm sorry Randy, your brother Billi has just been a pest since he got here last night. He has been staying in my brother's room. Your guy's dad, had to go out of town last night to take care of some paperwork over your Grandmother's Will. So he brought Billi here as he didn't want to give Craig's dad anymore to handle, with both of you there. Plus, your mom spent the night in the room with him." She explained.

"Wow!" I thought to myself, "So I would have ended up here anyway as no one was at my house after all." Out loud I said, "I am sorry you had to deal with Billi but trust me, he has been a whole lot better to deal with ever since our Grandma died." I explained to her.

It was true, Billi was still pretty much on his best behavior since the day he surprised us all and hugged Craig like he was his best friend in the whole world. Even though he was still a jerk to a few at school those last few days, he was nowhere near as bad as he had been, and he was getting along much better with his friends as well, as if they were his friends too. It really spooked both Craig and Mark but they were all for it as long as he wasn't picking on them.

"Well, he certainly didn't act like he was being a good kid to me." She looked disgusted as she said this. "I swear I think the little pervert was trying to catch me naked. I don't know how many times he tried sneaking his little diapered butt in my room last night!" She declared in continued disgust.

It was now suddenly that the word Billi and diapers finally clicked and Mom's earlier statement came to me. "Billi was wearing a diaper?" I asked her in shock.

She looked at me and then down towards my crotch, which made me look. I don't know why I didn't notice it earlier, but I did now. The shorts I had quickly put on that morning did nothing to even hide the bulkiness of the disposable underneath them. It also didn't help the fact that I wet it earlier as well. I think I might have also wet them again when I was afraid that Jenifer was going to beat the snot out of me as well. This caused my face to go crimson once again that morning.

"Don't worry, I am used to it, remember my little brother wears diapers too. He also wets and messes his pants as well." She reminded me which I of course knew already. I wanted to tell her that I would never poop in my pants or a diaper as I found the idea gross, but at that moment I couldn't seem too say anything as my tongue felt like it had swollen and filled my entire mouth.

I guess she realized that she was completely embarrassing me so she gave me relief by changing the subject. "So, why did you come in here? As I said, you guys no better than come in here without permission." She once again told me but this time not in such a demanding tone.

Glad for the change of subject, I found my tongue once again and explained how Craig had seemed to disappear and everything that us boys knew about the Blue Eyeball Killer, including Craig's suspicions and nightmares. I ended with how we were going to find out information ourselves by looking it up on the school computer the other day at school, but due to it being the last day of school, we completely forgot.

As soon as I had mentioned that Craig had disappeared, I could see how worried she became. I could tell what she was thinking considering that her own little brother was missing. When I finished telling her the rest though, I saw something else in her. I wouldn't call it anger, but it looked more like frustration to me.

"Randy, I know you guys have your own little kid club and all, but this is serious stuff! If you know something, you need to tell Detective Andrew's right away as he might be able to use it to find them." She commanded me.

"But..."

"There are no buts Randy! My God! My little brother has been kidnapped and maybe Craig has now been as well! If I have to drag you out to Detective Andrew's myself, you will tell him!" She ordered me.

I realized that there was no way of getting around this, still, I didn't know how any of what I know would help find Mark or Craig. I truly believed if there was a real chance it could help the police; I would have no problem letting them know the information. What I was afraid of though, was that what I ended up telling them, would not help at all, but instead would just get me more in trouble with my mom. Unfortunately, Jenifer was not going to give me a choice and she proved it when I didn't move fast enough. She grabbed my hand and dragged me back out to where everyone was, right to the Detective.

"Detective Andrew, Randy has some information about the disappearance of my brother and Craig!" She stated loud enough that everyone in the room heard her and suddenly became quiet. Even our parents who were all standing together talking with my Assistant Principal, heard her.

"Is this true Randy?" My mom asked as she walked over next to me. I gulped as everyone looked at me, and I became the center of attention. I slowly nodded my head yes but couldn't find my voice with so many eyes burning holes into me. A pair of those eyes I knew belonged to Mr. Dingdong. You know, Craig somehow thinks that he is not the most evil person in our grade school but I think the man put some black spell on him, because I know the truth! "If you do, then you need to tell us now Randy!" My mom demanded and she looked like she would spank me if I didn't start explaining now.

With a shaky voice, I then repeated what I told to Jenifer. I could tell our parents didn't look too happy that we were looking into the Blue Eyeball Killer ourselves and I could see how they might think now looking back, that it could have possibly gotten us kidnapped in the first place. Well, I couldn't help it if they weren't happy, they wanted to know, so now they knew. Craig had been scared for weeks now that he was going to get kidnapped and have his eyes taken from him and then killed. So scared, that he been having night terrors over it! I could even tell on his parents face that they had already figured that his nightmares had something to do with the killer.

When I was done telling the detective, everything I knew, he gave me a look as if he was waiting for me to continue. Of course, with nothing else to say I just looked back at him then at the mine and my friend's parents. Finally realizing I wasn't going to continue; he cleared his throat before speaking.

"It's Randy, right?" The detective asked in a much gentler voice then I expected and I nodded my head. "I see, is this all you know?" He asked as if I might be holding something back and I again nodded. "Okay, I am not sure how this will help us locate your friends, but it does give us maybe a clearer picture as to what may have happened." He explained and before he could continue, Mrs. Pederson broke down.

"Please tell me you will find my baby!" she shrilled and burst into tears.

"I understand your concern for Craig, Mrs. Pederson, and I plan on doing everything I can in my power to find both Mark and your son. I don't want to upset you further, but I suspect that both Mark and now Craig, have definitely been kidnapped." He stated the obvious.

Mr. Taylor looked at the detective angrily. "We told you our son wouldn't run away right from the start! Neither would Craig! Both boys are happy at home and have great friends!" He snapped at him.

I knew it had to be the maddest I had ever seen Mr. Taylor, even madder than the time Billi beat Mark up so bad that he was in the hospital over night with a concussion. I could see the blood vessels pop in his neck and stand out as his face twisted in anger. I knew this was bad as he was the easiest going of all our dad's and I doubt had ever lifted his hand against Mark. He was the only one of us 3 that I don't think has ever been truly spanked other then a swat on his bum here or there. My father uses his belt on both Billi and me when we get into trouble and our mom has a paddle that she has even used on Craig once! I know that both the Taylor's had threatened to spank all of us over the years but they never had. On the other hand, I had been spanked by both Craig's mom and his Dad a few times. I also know from Craig, that his Dad has spanked him as well, but that it was nowhere as often as me. All in all, I guess out of the 3 of us, I have the most spanked butt. At this thought, I suddenly remembered Mr. Dingdong and all the spankings he had given me over the last 6 years. I quickly looked his way and was shocked to see true sympathy on his face, but then again, I knew it couldn't be for me, most likely for my friends and their parents.

"Mr. Taylor, as I have told you and everyone else, we have to look at every possibility. We never did assume he wasn't kidnapped and that is why we are in full force looking for him and Craig. We just now know that we can finally rule out that he ran away."

I really couldn't understand something, if they could consider the possibility that Mark ran away, why would he leave his backpack just lying on the ground in the ally? I would think that would be enough proof to show that he had been taken. Not wanting to upset anyone, I decided it was best to just not say anything. Besides, I was learning more then I had about the investigation in the last minute then in the last couple days. If I opened my mouth, it may only point out to the adults who were to upset at the moment to notice, that I was still there and listening to everything being said.

"I also want to give you some hope here. From what Randy has said, it appears that Mark and maybe Craig, might have been stalked. They were only taken once they were alone and in places that concealed them well enough to not be spotted by either their prey, or any onlookers. I want to assure you folks, that as far as we know, there is no evidence at all, that the Blue Eyeball Killer has ever stalked any of his victims. It appears that all of the victims were taken out of total convenience." He tried to comfort everyone and give them some hope. "This means, we can assume that there is a possibility that the person who took them, wants them for another reason, and will keep them alive." He added.

At first, it seemed what he said, did give our parents some hope, but then I could tell that something was wrong. "I got a couple questions. 1st question, how do we know for sure that the killer doesn't stalk his victims if they are all dead. Up until now, we didn't even know the boys had been stalked and would never have if Craig hadn't told Randy about it." Mr. Pederson questioned the detective and before anyone could answer, went on to the next question. 2nd question, did you just suggest what I hope you weren't suggesting and that the boys are now in the hands of a pedophile? I..." I think he was about to continue talking when my mom stopped him.

"Please, let's not have this conversation in front of my son." With that she took my hand and put it back into Jenifer's. "Please, take him back to Mark's room, Billi is there and they can keep each other company until I have time to come and talk to them." She asked Mark's older sister, and talked as if I were not even there in the room with them.

"But Mom..."

"Randy, do as your told! I will talk to you and your brother, as soon as I can!" She commanded. "Just a sec, she told Jenifer as she quickly slipped a finger inside the front of my shorts and wet diaper. "Oh Randy, your soaked, you should have let me know that you were wet." She stated.

"Don't worry about it Mrs. Smith, I will change his diaper for you. Remember, I have lots of practice with my brother." Jenifer offered her and started to pull me from the room as soon as my mom nodded her consent.

With that, I was whisked away as fast as I was dragged there. Before she took me back to her brother's room, she brought me to her own again and left me there for a moment. She was back a second later with a clean diaper in hand and a couple diaper wipes. She then proceeded to change my diaper, I really wasn't too keen on a girl just 3 years older than me, seeing me naked. Unfortunately, I had no choice in the matter as she quickly removed the wet diaper from me and then cleaned the pee off my diapered area. She then quickly had the new diaper taped on me before I knew it and once I had my shorts back on, told me to go to Mark's room.

For next few hours I hung out with Billi, trying to keep myself entertained with Mark's toys. We ended up building a town with Mark's Lego's and cars. For a while that seemed to do the trick. We also did talk, about the stuff going on with Mark and Craig, and about each other's recent diaper experiences, until Mom finally came to talk to us.

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I cannot believe it. I now had my very own cellphone! Oh... and Billi got one as too. Billi's Phone was silver color and mine was shiny red. This way we could tell them apart. This was something that all 3 of us diapered Amigos had been wanting for years! Now I have to admit I don't like the reasons why we ended up finally being allowed to have one. It was all due to the worry that our mom had that we may end up getting taken as well and she felt that the phones might help protect us. They did have some restrictions on them. For instance, they were not smart phones, so we couldn't get online and download things. Well, the phones were capable of going online and doing simple things, but not browse the internet and since Mom didn't get that feature, it didn't matter anyway. The phones were only able to call phone number that has been approved by Mom or Dad and stored in its memory. It also accepted any call and text, though Mom told us she really didn't want us to give out the numbers to everyone except our closest friends. She explained that these phones were to be mostly used to stay in touch with her and Dad and to call them or one of our friend's parents if there was an emergency. I knew that if we ever found them, both Craig and Mark would be jealous over mine and Billi's cellphone, even if it wasn't a cool smart phone like everyone else had!

Mom showed us both how we could find our cellphone number, in the cell settings, so that if we wanted to give it to a friend, we could. This way, it was easy for us and we wouldn't be expected to memorize a new phone number right away, if ever. She also reminded us, that we need to make sure that our phones stayed charged, as she wouldn't be letting us out on our own, without a fully charged phone. I could see that she meant this and I guess this was her solution to allow us to at least continue to have a somewhat normal life as a kid.

Due to Dad being out of town and with her busy at the Taylor home. Craig's dad offered to take both Billi and I back to his place for the evening once we got back with our new purchases and had them all set up. Mom seemed reluctant to dump us onto Mr. Pederson, I guess she was worried that having both of us around the house would be too much while his own son was missing. I guess he wasn't going to let her say no, as he insisted, and let her know that we would keep him busy and help keep his mind off his own son for a while.

Before we left, Mom took me back to Mark's parents' room privately, while Mr. Pederson and Billi gathered our things. She had me lie on their master bathroom floor while she located Mark's diaper supplies his mom kept in there. It wasn't long before she had me stripped out of my wet diaper and cleaned up, but before she put the new one on, insisted I use the toilet first. It was then that I realized I really did need to go, not pee that is, but poop. I jumped up and sat on the seat and as my bowels released, I couldn't help wondering if Mom hadn't said anything, if I might have actually pooped myself! When I was finished, I was embarrassed when Mom decided to take over cleaning my butt as she didn't think I did it good enough. It wasn't that much longer before I was rediapered and found myself once again in the backseat of Mr. Pederson's car. I couldn't help wondering all the way to Craig's house, if he was really okay?

With me back at Craig's house, it gave me the chance to go see Benny. I wasn't sure if Mr. Pederson would let me go or not, but I decided to ask anyway. I was happy when he said I could and even happier when he said no to Billi when he asked if he could go too. Like me, Mr. Pederson thought that Billi would be too much for Benny and his mom to handle. He made sure I had my phone with me before I left and told me that if his mom said I couldn't visit, to not wine and complain, but to come straight back here. I agreed to his terms and quickly found myself in Benny's room where he was watching a cartoon. As the cartoon ended, I update him on everything that has happened since we saw him last night. Even how Craig has also now gone missing and most likely kidnapped as well.

"Wow, that is a nice phone Randy!" Benny stated as he looked it over. "I wish I had one, but I guess since I never really get to go to far anyway, that I don't really need one." He admitted, more to himself then to me.

"Yeh, it's cool, but it isn't a smart phone." I said disappointedly.

"So-what, at least you have one." At this, I watched as Benny added his contact info into my phone.

"I guess that before you will be able to call me here at home, you will have to have one of your parents approve that. Just let them know it is my phone number here, it is my own private line." He explained.

"Now that is cool! You have your own home phone number?" I asked. And he nodded his head.

"I will even add your number to my phone number list so if I want to call you, I can." He added and wrote down my number. "It won't take me long at all to remember this number, it is an easy one." He said with a smile.

"Wow, I have a hard-enough time remembering my own home number." I told him truthfully.

"I have always had a pretty good memory, especially when it comes to numbers, like phone numbers. I usually associate phone numbers with different tunes. It makes it even easier to remember. I can remember every phone number we had and person I got to know since I was 5. Believe me, it is a lot, since we tend to move every few years."

I was wishing that I had Benny's memory if he could really do what he said. I really had a hard time remembering what I did yesterday, let alone, a bunch of phone numbers. I know our own number, and I know both Mark's and Craig's number, other then that, I don't know any other ones by heart.

So far, we were both avoiding the topic about my friends missing. Benny didn't seem to be in any hurry to question me about it anymore, so we ended up talking about my phone instead. Of course, you can only talk about a cellphone for so long when the topic becomes dull and we found ourselves just sitting there on his bed staring at the wall silently. Finally, I remembered about what me and my brother talked about when I entered Mark's room.

"Um, you remember how you saw both Craig and me in diapers last night?" I asked Benny and he nodded his head. "Well, I just wanted to let you know that I really don't need them, at least not normally, but for some reason, I have noticed a couple times lately I have wet myself without realizing it." I admitted to the older boy; even though in truth, he was smaller and looked younger than me. "I also found out today that my twin brother Billi has been wetting his bed since our grandma died, and I didn't even know it. Our mom and dad secretly put him back in night diapers after the first few times he did it. I can't believe I somehow never saw them or even smelled his pee in his room. I also couldn't believe it when he actually seemed jealous that I was wearing diapers in the day too. I told him about the accidents I have had recently and how our parents think all the stress is making me have them. I added that if he wanted to wear them in the day like me, he should have some daytime accidents as well." I continued to tell Benny my conversation with my brother Billi. "I guess he is too chicken as he decided that he would just stick with the night time diapers until his bedwetting stops. I just wonder how long it will be this time, until he is dry at night." I giggled.

Benny giggled as well. We finally did get around to talking about Mark and Craig. I told Benny everything I knew and Benny asked me a lot of questions. One of the things he asked, besides what people were around each time we walked home, he also asked what cars I remembered seeing. At this point, I never even considered it could have been a car that was following us, or more fairly, stalking Mark and Craig.

"I am not sure about that one Benny; I will have to think about it." And as if on cue as I said this, his mom entered the room and informed us that visiting hours were up and that Benny needed to get his rest.

As I walked back across and started to wet my thirsty diaper, I couldn't help think, what was happening right now to Mark and Craig!

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