Simon's Journal

Volume IV

Thirteen Summer Days
A New Beginning

Written by Danny

Chapter -- 7

Thursday

"Siiiiiiiimoooooonnnn."

"Five more minutes!" I mumbled, rolled and pressed my face into the pillow.

I felt the back of my shirt being pulled up. I grunted and wiggled my wet, diapered butt to ward off whoever it was that was disturbing my sleep.

A pair of warm, wet lips touched the small of my back and in an instant I was wake, throwing off my covers and wielding a pillow like a weapon. I had to blink several times before I was sure that I had been dreaming again. With a sigh I released the pillow and scooted to the side of the bed, but stopped when my hand touched something warm and gooey. It wasn't until I was up and had turned on the light that I saw just what it was. The front of my plastic pants and diaper had been ripped open again.

"Ah damn! No!" I softly cried out.

Scared and panicked I did the only thing I could think to do. I stripped down to nothing, got a clean diaper and rolled the tattered remains of last night's protection into it. Working fast, but making sure I didn't miss a single blob of diaper fill I gathered it all, sealed it inside the rolled up diaper and then proceeded to streak to the trash can downstairs.

Luckily I was the first one up. It wasn't even four in the morning yet. I thought about taking the elevator down to the kitchen to toss it in the trash, but thought better of it for fear of waking up my hosts. The only other way down was the ladder, but as I started down my body must still have been partially asleep `cause it was all I could do to keep from fall off those stupid rungs. When I reached the floor I felt as though there wasn't another drop of energy left inside of me. I have no idea how I made it to the kitchen trashcan.

When I awoke again I was lying face up on the kitchen floor shivering and looking up at the darkened ceiling.

"No one's up yet!" I spoke into the darkness as I rose up onto my elbow; panic gripping me once more.

There was the sound of a flushing toilet elsewhere in the apartment.

"Oh crap someone is up!" I murmured and forced myself to stand. My bare feet padded quickly across the cold wooden floor to the ladder. My strength must have been recharged somewhat `cause I was able to climb up and even diaper myself before I collapsed onto the bed intent on waiting for someone to come get me; I hadn't expected to fall asleep again, but I did.

The next time I woke up was because I heard someone exclaiming something about wet floors.

"Ian darling I think we have a leak in the kitchen."

That was Colin who said that and Ian responded with, "Stop yelling or you'll wake up the kid." Which was stupid `cause Ian had made more noise responding then Colin had in the first place.

"The floor is wet in front of the sink." Colin added.

Realizing that I must have peed while I had been passed out naked on the kitchen floor, I quickly shouted down. "Sorry, I must have spilled some of my water last night."

"Oh Simon! You are up!" Colin sang out.

Not knowing what else to say I grunted out, "Yeah."

Now, I should have thought about the fact that I was wearing only a dry diaper and a t-shirt when I went back down, this time in the elevator, for when Ian saw that I was bone dry he made this big deal about me sleeping through the night without wetting the bed. It made me feel so guilty. However, by the time we were done eating breakfast I was going to need a change.

We didn't have the lavish breakfast we had yesterday; only instant oatmeal with buttered toast. I was standing and leaning on the counter when Ian commented that I didn't look well this morning.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked.

"Yeah I'm good." I lied.

I felt horrible, like I hadn't slept in weeks.

"You look like hell." Colin commented and Ian hit him for cussing in front of me.

I actually said something halfway funny right then. "Oh no! Mother and Father are fighting again."

Colin was laughing so hard that I fully expected him to pee himself.

Ian, who seemed to be a little more concerned than Colin about how pale and sickly I seemed this morning, gave me a large mug of some kind of special tea. It tasted a little like a gingersnap cookie, had just a hint of a licorice smell and had more than a light spicy after taste to it. The first sip was nice, the second bitter and then with Ian's nudging to do so I chugged the whole thing down. It felt like I had a small smoldering fire first inside my throat, then in my belly. Both fires lasted for an hour or so, and seemed to bring me back to life. It also made me very thirsty. I bet that over the next couple hours I drank at least five tall glasses of water as well as the glass of OJ and two glasses of milk I had with my breakfast.

Of course all those fluids went right through me. Shortly after we finished cleaning up I needed to go up and change and then about an hour after that I had to change yet again. I would have been able to give Smokey the Bear a run for the title of forest fire putter outer. I mean I was a walking human fire hydrant! I also was able to do each of the diaper changes all by myself.

Before getting into my most recent diaper, Ian had suggested I take a shower which I did, but I didn't stay in there too long. Afterward, like yesterday I found a fresh towel, clothing and a diaper setting on the toilet seat waiting for me. Along with my clothes there was also something else, the black mask Jamie had given me yesterday.

For some reason Colin didn't have to go to work today. I don't know why and it didn't occur to me to ask. It was great having him hanging around the apartment with Ian and me. Colin was the first and only one to ask me about the mask. I told him where I got it and why I was wearing it. He suggested exactly what I had told Jamie that it was going to draw more attention to me and not less. Colin then lead me to a room I had never been in and didn't even know existed. It was a nicely decorated study with a couple low darkly stained wooden shelves and a matching desk in the middle of the room. There were also two nice matching red chairs opposite the desk. Though quite masculine, it reminded me a lot of Doctor Lizy's office.

Colin was rifling through the desk drawers until he exclaimed "AH HA!" which I rightly took to mean he had found whatever it was he was looking for. He stepped around the desk and held out a pair of mirrored sunglasses for me to see.

"These are aviator glasses." Colin said.

"What's an aviator?" I asked. Oh I knew the word, but at that very second I couldn't recall what it meant.

"A pilot." Colin said with a raised eyebrow.

He pulled off my mask and then laced the glasses onto my face and behind my ears.

"You are a pilot?" I asked.

"I am and I used to fly for the Air Force." He answered as he directed me toward a mirror.

The glasses were not really Sunglasses because instead of making everything darker they actually did the opposite and made everything seem more vivid and alive. They also gave everything a bit of a yellowish tent while making the details of everything sort of ... well ... sort of more real.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed when I saw myself in the mirror.

"They look good on you too." Colin added.

I turned my head this way and that to look at everything through the aviator glasses.

"If you promise to take extra good care of them and not let them get broken or scratched, you can keep them." Colin said to me.

"Really? I can keep them?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes and you'll draw less attention to yourself wearing those then this mask." He said as he handed the mask to me.

I ran from the room, my bare feet thumping on the hard wooden floor.

"Ian! Ian! Colin gave me these aviator glasses look!" I shouted.

"Wow, you look cool!" Ian said.

"And everything looks so awesome through them!" I told him.

"Did you thank Colin?" Ian asked and for half a second there he had sounded just like mom.

"Oh shoot!" I exclaimed, did an about-face and seen that Colin was coming back out of the room.

I ran up to him, gave him a hug around the waste and thanked him. He didn't seem to know how to react to the hug, but after a second he patted my shoulder and told me, "You are welcome, Bucko."

Later in the morning, finally in clothing and yet another wet diaper, I was sitting on the brown leather sofa beside Ian arguing about why I felt comic books were a real form of art while he argued against it. It wasn't a heated or anger filled argument, it was just two guys trying to convince the other that he was right. The weird thing about it was that as we were bantering back and forth, I was also having the strongest sense of déjà vu, like I'd had this conversation before. Who knows, I probably had a very similar nonsense conversation with Jamie, Lowell or any number of others one or more times in the past. But it was still a creepy feeling.

Like I said, I was sitting there arguing my case when there was a soft knock at the door. Since there hadn't been any buzz from the lobby to announce someone had arrived downstairs I assumed that it was someone already in the building.

I pop up and announced, "I'll get it!" when from the kitchen Colin shouted, "Don't even think about it Bucko!"

I did an about face and sat back down while he emerged from the kitchen.

Before Colin could get to the door to answer it I had time to ask Ian, "Why does he keep calling me Bucko?"

"Would you rather he called you something else?" Ian asked and I knew full well he meant something more derogatory like baby. However, I chose to ignore his insinuation and offer my own idea. "Can't he just call me by my real name?"

"Simon, there is a little brat here who says he is your brother." Colin said in a loud clear voice followed by a forceful groan.

Ian chuckled quietly and asked me, "Happy now?"

Remaining seated, I turned to see Jamie standing at the door looking all kinds of mad. His face was the color of an eggplant and I swear I could see steam coming out of his ears.

Colin turned back around holding his belly. Apparently Jamie had sucker punched him for calling him a brat.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked Jamie.

Jamie stepped around Colin and walked up to the back of the sofa where he directed his flaming words to Ian.

"Can't you do something about that good for nothing wife of yours?"

As he headed back to the kitchen Colin said, "My, someone has there panties in a bunch today!"

I don't even remember thinking or acting, I only know that one second I was sitting there trying to figure out if they were play-fighting or if they were serious and a second later I had a death grip on Jamie's shirt while struggling to keep hold of him. I was struggling `cause Jamie was pulling hard to try to get at Colin. I looked to Ian for help and enlightenment as to what was going on.

Ian shrugged, "They've been carrying on like that since day one." And then raising his voice so that Colin could hear him in the kitchen, "Most of the time they sound like a couple old women!"

"I heard that!" Colin sang back, "Just for that you get no Chili for lunch!"

"Tell me I'm wrong!" Ian challenged his new spouse.

Colin chuckled, "Oh I am not saying you are wrong, only that I heard you."

Still holding tightly to my brother, I looked back to Ian again for his next comment, but all he did was roll his eyes dramatically, lay his head back against the sofa and cover his face with one of the leather throw pillows as though he were trying to smother himself.

Without letting go of Jamie I pulled him around the end of the sofa, directed him to sit on my lap where I snuggled my head against his warm t-shirt covered chest and wrapped my arms around him to keep him in place and to hug the fight out of him.

"You best not spit in my chili!" Jamie shouted to Colin.

"Oh, you're staying?" Colin sent back.

So that only Jamie could hear me I whispered, "Why don't you like him?"

"Doesn't your mother ever feed you?" Colin asked.

"I like him fine." Jamie said to me.

"Could have fooled me." I whispered and squeezed a bit tighter.

And then I had a thought.

"What?" Jamie asked when he sensed my puzzlement.

"Wait a second," I shouted so that Colin could hear me, but I wasn't really addressing him directly, "I thought Colin couldn't cook!?"

Ian took that pillow he had been using to cover his face and whacked me right in the nose with it. And he wasn't nice about it either. I've no idea how he managed to hit my nose square on while completely avoiding Jamie. Thankfully the aviator glasses weren't harmed at all.

"HEY! What was that for?!" I moaned as I tried to readjust my nose.

"He is trying to impress you." Ian whispered, "He doesn't want you to know that it comes from a jar. All he has to do is heat it up."

I smiled knowingly and planned on letting it be, but my brother had other thoughts.

Quite loudly Jamie said, "Oh gross! You're making Chili from a jar?"

I had tried to stop Jamie by putting my hand over his mouth, but he managed to get his words out despite my efforts.

"Jaaaaamiiiie!" I complained.

He then leaned over and touched his nose to my right eyebrow and spoke into my aviator glasses.

Using a mocking tone he said, "Siiiimooooon!"

That did it, I had enough. With no warning at all I sank my fingers into the boney flesh just below Jamie's armpits and began to tickle him. Oh I was being careful not to hurt his broken arm, but I also was digging my fingers into his ribs as hard as I could.

He sprang off my lap and sat himself upon the large ottoman with his back to me. Like a mountain lion I launched myself off the sofa and came down on top of him before he knew what was happening. I then continued tickle torturing him.

"UNCLE! UNCLE!" Jamie screamed, "Stop you will make me hurt myself!"

"I'll stop only if you promise to be nice to Colin from now on."

"NO!" Jamie squealed and laughed.

Unbeknownst to me, Colin had snuck out of the kitchen and attacked me from behind. That's right he attacked me when I was defending him.

I collapsed onto the ottoman beside my brother as Colin tickled me from behind.

"Nooooo! I was helping youuuuuuuuuuuu!" I screamed and writhed while at the same time crushing Jamie.

"Get off you ever loving lump!" Jamie cried out because his left leg was trapped under me.

"AAAAHHHHH!" I howled with laughter.

"Alright you three, I am ringing the bell! Ding-Ding! All three of you go to your respective corners!" Ian commanded in a voice loud enough to be heard over the ruckus the three of us were making.

Colin finally stopped and retreated to the kitchen before I could retaliate.

To Ian Jamie said, "Gee-wiz! You sound like Simon's mom!"

He then moaned "Get off!" and tried to push himself out from under me.

I chuckled, "I thought the same thing earlier.

Before I got up I faked like I was going to put him in a headlock but instead I gave him a puppy dog kiss with my tongue that went from his cheekbone to his left ear. It was a really wet one too and for added measure, I gave his earlobe a bite.

"OUCH! AAAAHH GROSS SIMON!" Jamie cried out while frantically trying to wipe my spittle from off his face and ear.

Jamie sat Indian style on the floor, "You're sick!"

"Yeah, but you love me anyway!" I said merrily.

However what Jamie hadn't seen was that Colin had not really retreated to the kitchen to get away from us, but to double around the island and get behind Jamie for a sneak attack.

"You made me wet a little." Jamie rumbled softly at me and by his whispered, jagged tone I knew he wasn't happy.

"That was sort of the idea!" I chuckled.

"But I ain't wearing a diaper!" he moaned.

I tried not to let on that I could see Colin hiding behind the big pillar and about to get Jamie.

"Why not!" I asked.

"`Cause I am doing way better now during the day." He said with a toddler-like pouting-lip.

"Not from what I can see." I joked and pointed to the small wet spot on the front of his fly.

Right then Colin touched Jamie on the shoulder with a single finger and softly said, "Gotcha!"

Woooooh! Jamie hadn't had a clue that Colin was behind him either and I know this `cause he let loose a cry I can only describe as one-hundred percent girly. His eyes bugged out as though they were trying to break away from his skull while the rest of him went completely ridged for a moment except for his face which was white and frozen with fear.

Half a moment later we all could smell the effect Colin's little scare had on Jamie.

"Dang-it Colin! You made me do it again!" Jamie shouted and unbelievably he began to cry as he jumped to his feet and ran from the apartment.

I hesitated for a second as I looked to Ian. With just a glance he knew I was asking for permission to leave the apartment and go after my brother. Ian gave me an approving nod, which was all I needed before I ran to find Jamie.

I caught up to him in the hallways before he reached his apartment door. The reason I'd found him so quickly is that once outside of the apartment he wasn't running anymore, he was walking slow and bowlegged like he had been riding a horse for a solid week.

"Wait up!" I panted.

While turned toward me he cried out, "Leave me alone!"

He was really crying! I mean big emotion filled tears were flowing down his face and snot was running down his upper lip like a river.

"Dang Jamie!" I said amazed that he was carrying on like that over wetting and soiling his pants.

Jamie pushed me away as he fumbled with the doorknob on account of his fingers and hands damp from having wiped away the outpouring tears and snot.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" I asked.

I don't remember thinking, I only reacted when he spun around and trying to backhand me. By taking a single step backward and leaning away from him his fist hit nothing but air. However, what I did next caught him off guard and took all the fight out of him. I threw myself forward and in that split second he had tensed up, expecting a fight, but I didn't attack. Instead, I wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his back and pulled him into a strong hug. For a second he resisted, but then I felt his entire body dissolve within my embrace as he completely fell apart.

"Mom is going to kill me!" he sobbed into my shirt collar.

"No she won't!" I said while patting his back to console him. I was doing my best to ignore the stench.

"She said if I had an accident again today I'd be in big trouble." Jamie said although it was difficult to understand him.

That didn't sound like Marsha at all and I croaked back with, "What?"

I knew she had been working with Jamie to get him re-potty trained, but I didn't know she was threatening him over it. If that turned out to be true, I was going to have something to say about it. In her eyes Jamie and I might still be kids, but this boy (meaning me) has fangs and he knows how to use them!

"Did she really say that?" I asked.

Jamie pulled away and sniffled loudly. His face was soaked and snot hung like a ribbon from his nose to my right shoulder. Grossly he reached up, broke the snot ribbon with his hand and then wiped his hand on the front of his shirt.

"I had two accidents yesterday." He said.

"Is that why you didn't come back yesterday?" I asked.

Jamie gave me an affirming grunt.

"But she can't punish you for something you can't control. And besides this wasn't your fault." I explained.

His sobs had slowed slightly as he shrugged and wiped his nose on his sleeve. Then with a gush he fell on me again sobbing as hard as ever. He was crying so much that I almost didn't understand him when he said, "Simon, I've really been trying hard!"

In my case, getting re-potty trained would be pretty much a hopeless cause. I've heard all the doctors talking enough to understand that besides all the bad effects Madam-M's drug had on me, there is also a serious psychological factor to be considered. I'm not exactly sure what was meant by the psychological factor, but in my head I think it means that it would do me more emotional harm than physical good at this point in the game. Or maybe the psychological factor is that I've grown to like wearing them in some ways. Oh don't get me wrong here; I still hate them and hate being embarrassed by them, but at the same time I don't. OK that didn't make any sense at all, but I don't really know how to say it any better. Let me think a second here... OK, I'll try explaining it this way... Even though smoking is bad and deadly, people still smoke, why? Perhaps it is because it gives them pleasure, it calms and comforts them. That is sort of how I feel about my diapers. They are evil and good at the same time.

However, I guess for Jamie, being free of diapers, wetting and messing his pants was something that he really wanted. Or maybe Marsha and his shrink had brainwashed him into thinking that's what he wanted. Either way, if that was the case and he really, really, really wants to learn how to control his bodily functions again, then I am going to help him. `Cause I'm here to tell you, that seeing my brother who has always been so much stronger than me, crying like that...well it got to me. He was truly heartbroken over having wet and messy pants again and I felt bad `cause I'd helped to cause both to happen.

Pushing him away I pulled my sleeve over my hand and dried his face. I didn't even mind that more of my brothers' snot got on my shirt.

"I have an idea." I said and once again he wiped his nose using his own sleeve.

Trying to make light of the moment I said, "First I think we need to get you a tissue...or a box of tissues."

I was relieved when he smiled...well sort of smiled. Given all the emotional diarrhea Jamie was dealing with, that pained smile was more than I had expected from him right then.

"I want you to go to the secret room. OK?" I said.

He nodded.

"Good. Go there and wait for me."

Still huffing he asked, "Why? What are you going to do?"

"Just never you mind!" I said with a poke to his gut which caused him to react by covering his stomach with his one good hand and gave me a stern look.

Before letting him go I gave him another hug and this time I kissed his cheek before saying, "Now go! I'll be there in a few minutes."

Again walking like he had a load in his pant, which he did, he headed for the secret room behind the building's plumbing and boiler room. Originally the room had been a forgotten storage room, but my brother and his friends had turned it into a secret play room with all the conveniences of the outdoors without actually being outside. Jamie had told me yesterday that just recently he and his friends found out that all the parents in the building already knew they played in there and that it wasn't a secret anymore. Heck, I don't think it ever was a secret.

I watched until Jamie was out of sight, then I started back to Ian and Colin's apartment to get Jamie a pair of my pants as well as some wipes to help him get cleaned up.

When I opened the door to their apartment I was almost knocked over by the war of words coming from inside and the stench of burnt chili. I hesitated long enough to realize that Ian was giving Colin a piece of his mind. I had never seen or heard Ian mad, so this was all new to me and frankly I didn't want any part of it. With cat-like stealth I made my way up to my loft room and retrieved a pair of jeans that looked similar to what Jamie was wearing. I also decided instead of just taking a few baby wipes it might be better if I took my whole diaper bag. So that is what I did. I stuff the pants into my diaper bag, slung the bag over my shoulder and then escaped out of the apartment again without ever being seen or heard. The few minutes I had been in there both Ian and Colin were shouting and cussing at one another and it was clear that they were arguing about what had happened with Jamie.

I found Jamie sitting in the secret room with his face buried in his knees and still sobbing like a baby. I suppose I expected the room to reek with Jamie's butt stench, on the contrary, it smelled fresh like outside. One quick glance up and I saw that the ceiling windows were open all the way and I assumed that was Jamie's doing.

After dropping the bag on the floor and making sure the door was closed, I took about four or five seconds to observe that the room was nearly as I had remembered it to be except for the area behind the door, which had been cleared out of the knocked together wooden work bench and other scattered items. Now in that place was a small set of drums that looked like something a young child would use as well as a couple guitars and a set of extremely fancy looking maracas. I later found out the maracas were a gift from Mrs. Naigleba who lives in the building.

I went over and sat down next to Jamie on the small bit of grass he and his friends had planted. I held him until he calmed down some. Nothing was said; we just sat there alone while he got all his tears out. You know I think some, if not more than some of his tears were for something other than what had happened a few minutes ago in the apartment, but I didn't bother to bring that up with him.

Jamie was sitting there dead faced when all of a sudden he lit up like someone had just shoved a light bulb up his butt and turned it on.

"Know what I want to do?" Jamie said right out of the blue.

"Go potty?" I joked.

Jamie did not find that the least bit funny.

I apologized quickly, "Sorry!" and asked "What?"

Wide, bloodshot eyes glowed with excitement. "I just had the coolest idea!"

"What?" I asked again.

"Let's go camping!" He announced.

"Camping?" I repeated with surprise, "You mean like sleeping in a tent in the woods, surrounded by wild man-eating bunnies, catching fish from a river, and getting the very life sucked from our bodies by mosquitoes? That kind of camping?"

I didn't think anything of it at the time, but when I said, "getting the life sucked from our bodies" a cold chill ran through me and I had the oddest feeling that someone was watching us.

Jamie made a humorous snorting sound as he said, "Yeah! That would be so totally cool!"

"Well..." I said, but didn't finish `cause I didn't know what to say.

But I didn't shake that feeling and had to give the room another visual scan to be sure someone else wasn't there.

"Don't you think that would be fun?" he asked and pulled my brain back from its momentary state of paranoia.

"I don't think my dad can take that much time off from work `cause he took so much off already this year `cause of me." I said.

"Nooo! I don't mean with our parents. I mean just you and me." Jamie corrected with a slight air of annoyance.

"Camping?" I asked.

"Yeah!" he said smiling again.

"In the woods?" I asked.

"Yeah!"

"OH! Well that is different." I exclaimed and then asked him, "Well, aren't you going to Lowell's sleepover?"

"Yeah, but that isn't camping." Jamie said.

"There is no way we'd be allowed to go out in the woods alone." I said.

"Then let's just go and not tell anyone." Jamie suggested.

"OK, now you're just being dumb." I said and I think it came out maybe a little too snotty `cause Jamie had recoiled a bit when I said it.

Shaking my head I said, "I cannot do that to mom and dad again. Could you do that to your mom?"

Jamie surrendered with a sigh, "I guess not."

I then asked, "Besides, do you even realize how many people would kick my..." with both hands I pointed to my diapered hindquarters, "...when we came back?"

"Besides your mom and dad you mean?" he asked.

"Yeah like Tom, Lowell and his parents, Ian and Colin, your mom, BJ and his patents, my probation officer and do you want me to keep going?" I asked.

Jamie chuckled.

"I don't know about you, but I don't ever want to scare them like that again." I told him, "Besides, I am just starting to get used to being normal again."

Jamie sniggered and started to say something, but knowing him as well as I do, I held a fist under his snot encrusted nose and threatened him, "Say it and I'll give you another broken arm!"

"Say what?" Jamie chuckled innocently.

I narrowed my eyes on him and one corner of his mouth rolled up at knowing he'd got to me again.

"I guess you're right." Jamie said with a very heavy sigh and a sniffle.

We sat quietly for a while until I started to have an idea. An awesomely-awesome idea! I stood up and began to pace which wasn't easy in the small room.

"What?" Jamie asked.

But I continued pacing and thinking.

"Wwwhaaat?" Jamie pleaded.

"Hang on! I'm having an idea." I said.

Jamie started to look anxious as he watched me walk to and fro.

"SIMON WHAT!" he shouted.

I stopped, turned and looked down on him sitting there hugging his knees with big wide expectant eyes.

"Your mom really knows about this room?" I asked.

Jamie tried to nod his head, but all he did was bonk his chin on his knees.

"Oowwweee!" I said for him, "Ya big goof! Be careful!"

Jamie, trying not to look embarrassed for that boneheaded move, quickly stood up and said, "Yeah she does."

He shifted uncomfortably where he stood. It was clear he didn't like the feel of the back of his pants being plastered to his bottom.

"What do you think she would say if we told her we wanted to go real camping first and then after she says a big fat no, then we ask if we could camp out in here? You think she'd let us then?" My question seemed to give Jamie a great deal of pain `cause his whole face became severely screwed up. Either that or he was crapping his pants again.

Jamie's response was to say, "Oh hey, Noah has a really cool tent."

"Think he'll let us borrow it?" I asked.

Jamie thought for a minute, "How would you feel if we invited him and his brother Paul?" Jamie asked.

I put my hands on my hips, the way Ian sometimes does and asked real belligerent-like, "I thought you just wanted it to be me and you?"

"I don't know, I guess I thought maybe it would be cool with them too." Jamie said almost sounding like he was feeling guilty for even suggesting that we invite someone else.

I thought for a moment before saying, "Actually, that would be kind of cool, but maybe we should ask Ian, Colin and your mom before we ask them." I suggested.

"Yeah, no need to get them excited if we aren't even going to be allowed." Jamie agreed.

After I helped Jamie get cleaned up, and let me tell you it was a HUGE mess too, the two of us went straight to Jamie's and managed to sneak in without his mom knowing we were back. Silent as church mice we went back to his room, Jamie changed clothes yet again, made a quick stop in the bathroom to pee (that had been my idea) and then we went in search of his mother who we found in her bedroom going through her closet full of clothing.

There was a mound of clothes on the bed as tall as Jamie and me and a growing pile on the floor.

"Hiya mommy! Um, whatcha doing?" Jamie asked cutely.

"I am getting rid of everything that doesn't fit anymore or is out of style." Marsha announced as she slipped back into her deep walk-in closet.

It took us more than ten minutes of begging and pleading to get her to agree, but only on the condition that she was allowed to come check on us anytime she wanted. She also added the condition that if Ian and Colin said no, then we were not allowed to beg and plead with them.

Jamie refused to come with me, he was still mad at Colin, so I had to face them alone. Of course I ignored what Marsha said; I begged and plead and groveled. Heck I did everything short of throwing a temper tantrum on the floor. I even used my black belt in whining before Colin agreed to phone my parents. Actually, I think he finally agreed just to get me to shut-up. I don't know what my parents actually said `cause Ian wouldn't let me listen but afterward he told me they said yes.

Colin and Ian weren't ok with me going down to Noah and Paul's floor, so I had Jamie call them and tell them to come up. We met them at the elevator door and dragged them back to Jamie's bedroom where we told them about our camping idea.

"I don't believe you did that to that guy in the store!" Paul said to me which was completely out of nowhere and had nothing to do with our conversation.

"He doesn't want to talk about that." Jamie said for me, which was right. I didn't want to discuss my part in foiling the shoplifting guys.

Unfortunately, when Noah and Paul asked their mom, she wouldn't allow them and what was really weird, she wouldn't give them a good reason why. Man I hate when parents do that. When Jamie went back down with them, to try to convince their mom, he got shot down with no explanation as well. To add to it, Jamie returned without Noah and Paul in tow.

"Where are the guys?" I asked, "Did you get her to say yes?"

Jamie shook his head.

"Ah man!" I complained loudly.

It took some doing by Jamie and me to get Marsha to call down and talk with Noah and Paul's mom to find out why they couldn't camp with us.

Jamie and I stood there listening and waiting. After a moment or so of listening Marsha placed her hand over the phone and told us to go play in Jamie's room until she called for us. We reluctantly obeyed.

"I don't get it!" Jamie said as he stretched out on his bed and rested his broke arm on the pillow above his head.

"Maybe they did something to get into trouble that we don't know about." I suggested.

Jamie exhaled a loud sigh, "Nah, they would have told me."

"Oh." I grunted while racking my brain for ideas.

Marsha walked into Jamie's room, pulled out Jamie's desk chair and sat down. I had been standing and pacing, but sat down next to Jamie when I saw her sitting down.

Marsha began speaking while looking directly at me, "I just spoke with their mother and I'm sorry to have to say this, but she doesn't want the boys playing with you anymore."

"Why not?" Jamie asked.

She grimaced, "I'm talking with Simon right now sweetie."

"ME?" I asked.

Marsha went on to explain, but she didn't need to. I already figured out what was going on. Noah and Paul's mom was buying into all the crap on TV and the rumors about me.

Without saying anything I stood up and ran out of the room before Marsha or Jamie could stop me. I blew through the living room, out the door and down to Ian's where I explained everything to Ian.

"So can I go down there please and talk to her? Please?" I begged.

"No, we'll both go down." Ian said as he pulled off his painters smock and laid his paint pallet down rather hard.

Apparently Marsha and Jamie thought I had gone down to Noah and Paul's `cause when Ian and I stepped out of the elevator they were walking down the hallway and looked utterly lost and a whole lot worried.

"There you are!" Marsha sighed loudly with relief when she saw Ian and me coming out of the elevator.

"Yes here I are." I said while trying to inject a bit of humor even though I didn't feel like being funny.

Ian convinced Marsha and Jamie to go back upstairs and let us talk with Noah and Paul's mom. It was clear that Marsha didn't want to go, but she did drag Jamie, who REALLY didn't want to go, back to the elevator while Ian and I knocked on the door.

"Oh hello Ian!" Noah and Paul's mom, Mrs. Astor, said when she opened the door, but then she saw me and for a second there I expected her to slam the door right in our faces.

"Simon here would like to sit and talk with you if that is alright." Ian said in this calm, but insisting manner.

She hesitated for a moment, even looking back into the apartment like she was making sure everything was in order before letting us in.

I had intended to do most of the talking, but Ian actually did the most. The three of us sat at the kitchen table and talked for over a half hour. At one point I saw Noah and Paul's head appear around the corner. They were spying and listening in on the conversation, but I did my best not to give them away.

In the end Mrs. Astor agreed that Noah and Paul could continue to play with Jamie and me as long as we were with an adult, but she absolutely refused to let the four of us camp alone together. There just wasn't any swaying her on that subject.

With a partial victory Ian and I headed back upstairs where Ian told Marsha and Jamie what Mrs. Astor had to say.

After all of that, neither Jamie nor I were all that interested in the camping trip; that is until Colin came home. I have no idea where he had gone. I told Colin all about what had happened and he got so worked up that he ordered me to go get Jamie and bring him over.

I did just that, running out of the apartment and down the hall to Jamie's. Marsha greeted me at the door and after I told her the news she said that Jamie was in his room. I only made it as far as the sofa when Jamie came walking out of his bedroom with apparent signs that he had been crying again. His cheeks were streaked with tear tracks and his eyes were red and puffy.

"Were you crying again?" I asked which earned me a scowl from him.

Now I'm not sure if Jamie was telling the truth or not, but he said he had hurt his arm again. I think he was crying `cause Mrs. Astor didn't want her sons hanging around with a bad seed like me.

"You ok?" Marsha asked him.

"Yeah, I'm ok now." he said to her.

Marsha sent Jamie in to, `go potty' and wash his face before leaving with me. When I returned to Ian's apartment with a reluctant Jamie, Colin was gone.

When I asked Ian where Colin was he said, "All I know is that he told me to tell the two of you to wait here until he got back."

It was more than an hour before Colin returned with bags and bags of stuff.

"Where have you been?" I asked like a mother might ask a long overdue child.

With pride Colin announced, "SHOPPING!" and began to show us what he had bought. The first thing we saw was a two-man tent. It was the kind that basically just pops open and it is ready.

"Whoa!" Jamie exclaimed loudly, "That's awesome!"

Jamie and I crowded around the pile of camping equipment Colin had bought as we began planning a trip for just the two of us. We made a list of everything we thought we might need or want to have. Colin had bought two brand-new sleeping bags. He also had this really cool single burner electric stove so we could roast marshmallows over it.

Ian filled one of those collapsible, cloth coolers with bottles of water, soda, chips, Little Debbie snack cakes and other odds and ends for us to munch on.

"Whoa! Colin you are the best!" I said.

"Nah, I'm better than that." Colin joked and Jamie chimed in with, "Hey Simon, he stole your line!"

"That's ok, he can borrow it!" I chuckled.

"So am I forgiven?" Colin asked Jamie in a very heartfelt sort of way.

"Yeah I guess so." Jamie said glibly while checking out the tent box.

I punched Jamie to get his attention.

"What?" Jamie grumped.

"Go give him a hug." I ordered.

You'd have thought I told him to go kiss a King Cobra by the expression he gave me.

"Do it!" I demanded.

Reluctantly Jamie got to his feet, walked over to Colin and gave him a half-hearted hug. It looked equally uncomfortable for Colin who stood there looking to Ian for help. Ian beamed with fatherly pride...or maybe it was gayness, at the Kodak moment.

Ian's apartment became the unofficial gathering place for all of our supplies. We had planned it all out. We weren't just going to take everything directly to the secret garden room. We were going to hike there, carrying everything on our backs just as though we were hiking through the wilderness to reach our campsite.

By the time we were ready to go Colin, Ian, Marsha, Noah and Paul had gathered by the door to see us off like we were really going away on a real camping trip.

Paul had managed to whisper into my ear, "We'll sneak up later tonight."

I had to hide a grin.

"Goodbye!" Jamie cracked me up when he playfully kissed his mother and said, "Goodbye mother! I shall miss you ever so much!"

"See you when we get back!" I said to everyone while giving Jamie a shove for being a big goofball.

"That is if no bears eat you!" Noah added while waiving his hand high over his head as though we were half a mile away and he wanted to be sure we saw him.

Colin's way of saying goodbye was to say, "And Simon, just remember that you only have to be faster than Jamie when trying to out run a bear."

All of us laughed and I proclaimed Jamie as Bear Bate on account he was already wounded. Oh yeah, and we even came up with this cool story about how Jamie had broken his arm when we parachuted out of an airplane onto this wilderness mountain.

(Huh, at the time I didn't think about how creepy the idea of jumping out of a plane was given that I'd been in a plane crash once. Oh well, guess I'm over that trauma! Ha! Ha! Got to remember to tell Doctor Lizy about it.)

Loaded up and ready to go, we marched single file out of Ian's apartment and instead of heading for the elevators; we went for the stairs, which we began to climb up, up, up, all the way to the very top.

Now we occasionally passed someone on the stairs, but neither of us expected to run into anyone we knew, but we did.

Two and a half floors up we ran across Mrs. Naigleba who is like two hundred years old and refuses to use the elevators. She was pulling one of those foldable wire baskets on wheels, which was loaded to overflowing with groceries. Since Jamie has the bad arm he offered her his good hand to support herself while I tugged and pulled that darn heavy cart up one more flight of stairs for her. How Mrs. Naigleba was able to get up as far as she had is beyond my understanding. That thing must have weighed a ton and a half! We walked her all the way to her apartment and when she attempted to give us both a quarter we tried to refuse, but she insisted.

"Back to climbing the Matterhorn!" I announced with a hearty punch of my fist into the air.

"Onward and upward!" Jamie cheered.

We made it to the top floor where we stopped to drink some water and rest before heading to the freight elevator where Colin met us while dressed like some kind of clean cut mountain man.

"Names Hickory Harry and fur trapping is my game." Colin said with a very bad hillbilly accent.

Jamie began to laugh at the way Colin was dressed. He had on this old plaid hat that had furry ear flaps stretched down over his ears. He was also wearing a red and blue plaid shirt and a pair of ripped up designer pants with one white gym shoe and one brown dress shoe.

"You want to buy some furs?" Colin comically asked.

Jamie couldn't control his laughter as he leaned on the open elevator door snorting and carrying on as though someone were physically tickling him.

"Where'd you get that ridiculous hat?" I spat through my giggles.

"Don't insult the hat buddy! You want to buy some furs or not!" Colin said in his very cheesy mountain man accent and poking me with a finger.

"Um, ain't got no money." I said quite poorly.

"Yeah we do!" Jamie insisted while still giggling, "We got the two quarters for helping Mrs. Naigleba."

"Oh yeah!" I said and then asked Hickory Harry, "What can we buy for fifty cents?"

Colin contorted his face with a look of fear, "You fellas encountered the Witch of the Mountain and lived to tell about it?"

Jamie was laughing even harder and let a snort slip out which only made me laugh more too.

"Oh yes we ran into her and because we helped her carry her heavy burden up the mountain side she rewarded us with two magic coins!" I said.

Colin pretended to be chewing some tobacco and then spit an imaginary lugee before saying, "Magic coins you say?"

He reached into a pillow case and pulled out a green blanket.

"I got this here rear pelt from the dangerous and legendary man eating green mountain grizzly-goat." Colin said while using his Hickory Harry accent.

Jamie, who was doubled over and begging us to not make him laugh anymore, fished the magic coins out of his pocket.

"That sure is a sad looking pelt...how about if I give you one of our magic coins for it?" I asked.

"One quarter?" he stumbled backward and held his heart like I had just given him the shock of a lifetime.

"No-no! A magic quarter!" Jamie reminded him.

"What's so magical about it? Looks like a regular old quarter to me!" Colin... I mean Hickory Harry said.

"Well if you don't want our magic quarters I guess we'll just keep them!" I said while snatching the coins out of Jamie's hand and pretending to put both of them in my pocket.

Fast as can be Colin... I mean Hickory Harry snatched one of the quarters from my hand and speaking in a loud voice he grumbled, "ONE QUARTER? ONE QUARTER?"

"One MAGIC quarter!" Jamie corrected again.

Colin then tossed the blanket over top of Jamie while grunting out a curse, "May fungus grow between your toes for just one quarter!"

From under the blanket came, "One MAGIC quarter!"

Hickory Harry gave the quarter a flip and caught it again. He then tried to sell us a guard dog, which was really just a stuffed animal.

"That dog doesn't look like it could chase its own tail let alone chase away a bear." I argued.

"I'll have you know this here is a champion grizzly-goat hunting dog from a long line of grizzly-goat hunting champions!"

Jamie emerged from under the blanket grinning about as big as I ever seen him.

"Don't suppose you will take a genuine green grizzly-goat blanket for that there dog?" Jamie asked while trying to stifle his laughter.

"That old thing? I wouldn't use that to cover my own dead mama!" Hickory Harry said and then removed his hat, head it to his heart and said, "Then again, maybe if'n I'd of covered her with it in the first place, she wouldn't of froze to death."

Laughing, Jamie began to complain, "Hey, you just sold us the blanket!"

"Skin!" Hickory Hank corrected.

"Whatever!" Jamie snapped back.

"Go away, can't you see I am trying to do business with this fine young man here."

"What's a grizzly-goat anyway?" I asked.

"Ooooh! It's a horrible creature that is half grizzly bear and half rabid goat!" Hickory Harry said and then pretended to spit again.

"Which half is the goat and which half is the bear?" I laughed.

Jamie then asked, "How much you want for that dog then?"

"How much you got?" Hickory Harry asked.

Jamie took the other coin back from me and held it up for Colin—uh—I mean Hickory Harry to see, "I got, right here, a genuine George Washington magic quarter that I'll trade you for that dog, but only if you throw in that nifty hat." Jamie said while doing his best to control his laughter.

"I already got me a magic quarter." Hickory Harry said smugly.

While holding the coin up with his good hand he thrust the index finger from his cast incased hand into the air and exclaimed "Ah! But the two coins are only magical when they are together! Apart they are just ordinary quarters."

I have to admit, I thought that was a very cleaver twist to our little fairy tale that my brother had come up with. I felt a bit of pride that he had come up with it.

"I give you the dog and this here hat and you give me the other magic coin?" Hickory Harry asked and stuck out his hand with a big grin, "You got a deal!"

Jamie tucked the dog under his bad arm after handing me the blanket. Colin took off his plaid hat and forced it down over my head as though he were trying to get it to cover my entire body.

"I don't want this old hat. It smells like a monkey's butt!" I laughed and pulled the hat back off.

As I did, for just an instant, I had seen Colin whispering something to Jamie. In that same instant the fun had vanished from Jamie's face. I was just about to ask what the two of them were up to when Colin, I mean Hickory Harry asked, "How many monkey butts have you sniffed?" which sent Jamie into yet another fit of laughter.

Having been one-upped, I crammed the hat down on Jamie's head and promptly forgot about the little secret whisper between the two of them.

"Easy! You will bruise my brain!" Jamie groaned.

"Pleasure doing business with you two and now I got traps to check." and with that Hickory Harry stepped out of the elevator and let us take it down.

Jamie and I were laughing on the way back down about how crazy Colin was.

"Wonder why he sold us this blanket?" I asked.

"I dunno, but boy it was funny." Jamie said.

"I thought you were going to laugh until you peed." I said.

"Pretty nearly did." Jamie said.

Jamie showed me how to gain entrance to the secret room without having to go through the ventilation, which was nice `cause we had all that camping equipment and it would have been miserable trying to hall all that stuff in the old way.

Upon entering the first thing we did was drop everything we'd brought with us into a pile. Jamie then took our new hunting dog over and set him on the small patch of grass, patted its head and in a firm voice said, "STAY!"

We then went about getting our camp site setup. We had no sooner finished setting up the tent when there was a knock at the door. Jamie was closest so he answered it. Without unlocking or opening the door he called out in a low, monstrous voice, "WHO GOES THERE?"

"Your mother!"

I recognized Jamie's mom's voice even through the metal door.

"Your mother who?" Jamie joked and then opened the door to let her in.

She didn't stay very long. Only long enough to make sure we were ok and to give us extra warnings about not doing dumb stuff like running around the building at night and stuff like that. With a kiss and a hug from Jamie and a playful raspberry instead of a kiss from me to her cheek, she left us to fend for ourselves in the mountain side cave.

After closing and locking the door from the inside, I turned and seen Jamie's naked butt as he attempted to crawl back into the tent.

"What happened to your clothes?" I asked with amazement at how fast he had shed every stitch of clothing in the space of a millisecond.

Before he could answer I asked, "And where do you think you're going?"

He fired back with, "Where does it look like?"

"It looks like you are forgetting something." I said.

"I ain't forgetting nuthin'." Jamie shot back.

"You best put on a diaper or a GoodNite if you are sleeping in that tent with me." I warned.

"You mean you ain't going to do it for me?" He said and I wasn't sure if he was joking or not.

"I will if you want me too." I said with half a grin.

"OK!" he said with another look back and a sly grin.

"What did..." was all I got out before he did the dumbest thing ever.

Forgetting for a second that he had a broken arm he launched himself headfirst into the tent. While he was still in the air he must have realized just what it was he was doing `cause his body rolled and tucked his head so that when he hit the ground again his back made contact first. Amazingly, he had managed to protect his arm so that the only thing he hurt was his back and his butt.

"You're either the dumbest person I know or..." I passed, kicked the bottom of his foot and said, "No you are definitely the dumbest person I know."

"HEY!" he complained.

I countered with, "Hey yourself!"

"You coming?" He asked.

"Be patient." I said.

I retrieved my diaper bag and set it inside the tent before crawling in and kneeling beside Jamie. After doing the deed we crawled back out of the tent and settled down on the small patch of vividly green grass and began to prepare our dinner over our electric campfire.

It was then that Jamie asked a really interesting question.

"How are you doing on all your medicines?"

"Huh?" I grunted as I began to realize that since coming to stay with Ian and Colin, I hadn't been taking all those crazy drugs. I made a mental note to ask someone about it in the morning.

Oddly, Jamie didn't pursue the question any further and I don't have any idea why not or why he had even asked it in the first place.

Jamie was sitting there absentmindedly flicking out a tune with his thumb nail on the little tab opener thing on the top of his soda can when he said, "Remember Micky from the Bancheli?"

"Of course!" I said, "What about him?"

"Think he is ok?" Jamie asked.

"He's fine, so is everyone else." I added.

Jamie looked right at me first with a puzzled expression and then understanding.

Another moment passed, the tune being replayed on his pop can and then he said, "Micky thinks that every time they flush a toilet on an airplane it drops straight out." Jamie said straight-faced, "And that's why they don't let you go to the bathroom when the plane is sitting on the run way. So they don't have planes skidding in the doodee."

I sniggered, "Did you just say doodee? What are you? Three?"

"Do you prefer I say crap?" Jamie sneered.

I shot him a wide-eyed expression as if to say, "Yes please!"

"Ok then!" Jamie began, "He said they don't let `em go until they are away from the airports so the planes don't go skidding down the runways in the crap!"

I shrugged my shoulders at his stupidity, "That's better, (meaning his use of the word crap) but Micki's probably right!"

"What? Of course he's not!" Jamie scoffed back.

"Well, why else wouldn't they let you do your business sooner rather than later?" I asked.

"I--I don't know." He mumbled, thought a quick moment then added, "If they let you go right away, you'd have nothing to do after you ate your peanuts."

"Nah, Micki's probably right. I mean, why else do you think people hate living near airports? Remember how that kid that used to live across the street for my house used to go on at about how much his mom hated when they lived by the airport?" I asked.

Jamie stared at me with his mouth open; "`Cause of all the crap being flushed from all of the planes?"

"Not all of the planes. Not all planes have potties in them." I said.

"Potties? And you called me a three year old for saying doodee."

I laughed his comment off and said, "Just think about it a moment. You can't play on the backyard, you can't have a backyard pool and every time you go out you have to carry an umbrella. Oh and you have to run to your car too."

"An umbrella?" Jamie rolled his eyes, "It's the noise you moron! That's why people hate living by the airport. The noise! Not the crap!"

"The noise? Really?" I said in a very high questioning tone.

Matching my high squeaky voice Jamie added, "Yep!"

"But their well over 2000 feet in the air!" I said, "You'd never be able to hear people flushing from way up there!"

Jamie sat straight faced, staring at me, completely expressionless.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm sorry." he apologized.

I wrinkled my nose, "What for?"

"For calling you a moron." Jamie said.

I flashed him my ultra-powerful cock-raiser smile, "Well thank you."

Jamie spiraled a finger in front of my face and then poked me in the forehead hard enough to push me right over as he laughed, "You're a blooming idiot!"

"Hey!" I objected as I righted myself.

A little after 10:30 that night Noah and Paul stayed true to their word and showed up for a while. They only stayed a couple hours, but man it was so cool having them there.

With all the pageantry of a badly written teen soap opera Noah and Paul's arrived. Their entrance was preempted by a clank, a creek, a rattle and the door opening.

"What are you doing here?" BJ asked.

"We snuck!" Noah announced, "Didn't Simon tell you we'd come?"

"This is awesome!" I said as I leapt to my feet!

"I thought you weren't wearing those anymore!" Paul asked of Jamie, who, as you might remember, wasn't wearing anything but a diaper.

Jamie went a brilliant shade of magenta.

"Only at night!" he explained before fetching his pants and struggling to put them on with one arm.

While he was doing that I welcomed our guests who came bearing lovely gifts such as yummy cold chocolate-milk in a thermos and a whole box of strawberry Zingers.

"You guys are awesome!" I said as I ripped into the box of Zingers.

Amazingly Jamie was able to dress himself although the zipper remained down and the snap unsnapped. Without making a big deal about it I dropped to my knees and did them up for him.

"How goes the camping?" Noah asked as he plopped down on the stool behind the set of drums.

"Don't play those." his brother said threateningly.

"I'm not daft!" Noah spat back, literally, `cause his mouth was crammed full of Zingers.

We talked for some time, about what's been going on with all of us and eventually making our way in the conversation to their so called band. Oh and what a conversation we had when we hit that topic! We had to keep hushing one another `cause we were all getting so darn excited. After a while on that topic Jamie came up with the coolest idea of attempting a silent rehearsal in which was basically went through all the motions of rocking without actually making any sound at all. Then Paul had the idea to turn on a radio really low so as not to be heard by anyone other than the four of us. We then pretended to be playing whatever was on the radio and did that for several songs. Man we were in a zone and we were good too. And that is how `The Silent Boys Band' was born.

Hot and a bit sweaty from our silent jam session; Jamie and I invited them to roast marshmallows with us over our electric fire. Paul and Noah had brought one of those mini-DVD players and we watched this kind of scary show about this creature that many believe is real. The creature is known by many names like, Vampire, Chupacabra, Succubus and Incubus, which is the male form of a Succubus. The show went on to tell how each above named creature was actually the same creature just known by different names in different parts of the world kind of the way Big Foot is also called Sasquatch, Yeti, Abominable, and Grassman. Though the stories about each vary, they all are similar in that they feed off people or animals but people are what the creatures prefer. According to a number of mythological and legendary traditions say that Vampires and Chupacabra survive on the blood of their victims while Succubus and Incubus supposedly lie upon sleepers, in order to have sexual intercourse with them. What peeked my curiosity was that Succubus, which are supposed to be female, only lie with men; Incubus on the other hand may pursue sexual relations with a human female in order to father a child, as in the legend of Merlin or some sources indicate that a Incubus will have sexual intercourse with a human male to drain him of his life force. Religious tradition holds that repeated intercourse with an incubus or succubus may result in the deterioration of health, or even death.

Near the end of the hour long DVD the room became filled with a vial stench and none of us got to see the very end of the show.

"Dude! Who ripped an egger?" I groaned and covered my nose and mouth with my shirt.

"He who smelt it, dealt it." Jamie and Paul said in unison.

"Yeah, well he, who deigned it, supplied it." I countered.

Noah volleyed with, "Well he who first expressed it, released it."

And Paul came back with, "Well he, who refuted it, tooted it."

Realizing that none of us could win this movie fart line quoting game Jamie said, "Stale mate!" which in my book meant he was conceding that he'd been the one to cut the cheese.

Jamie tossed the last marshmallow in my general direction and said, "We need to get new material."

After a while (and I have no idea how this happened) our conversation dripped into the well of sexual debauchery. I'm serious, I have no idea how we ended up at this point. One minute we were talking about bands and music and the next Paul was stripping down to his tighty-whities while Jamie and Noah were doing a silly little hip wiggle to make their fully exposed and half hard penises dance. Being the only one of us four who was in a diaper, (a very wet diaper) I was needless to say, reluctant.

That is until Paul said, "Come on Simon! Get that diaper of yours moving!"

After that I didn't have any more qualms about Noah and Paul seeing me in my diaper. Soon the four of us were rolling around inside the new two man tent doing things I never would have ever thought myself capable of doing again.

Out of the four of us, I was the only one that never got completely naked. I kept my wet diaper and t-shirt on the whole time, but that didn't stop Noah, who at one point during our fun, had thrust his hand down the front of my diaper to give me a hand job only to find that it was extremely humid in there. Boy that was funny when he yanked it back out and groaned about how he was covered with `Simon pee'.

That sort of squashed the sexual mood as Jamie rolled up onto his knees and laughingly offered Noah a baby-wipe. Not too long after that our fun came to an end when Paul announce, "We'd better get back before mom or dad find out we're not in our beds."

"Did you put dummies in your beds again?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah we stuffed clothes and blankets under the covers like before." Noah answered.

"Again? Before? How many times have you guys snuck out?" I asked as Noah chugged the last of the chocolate milk and stuffed the last strawberry Zinger into his mouth.

Jamie answered for them, "Lots."

After the guys left, Jamie and me, both on serious sugar highs, did two lip-singing duets, one to House of the Rising Sun and the second one was to a Paul Simon song called Still Crazy After All These Years. Yeah it was an older song, but it was one we both knew mostly by heart and were able to move our lips to it perfectly.

We collapsed together on the grass next to our hunting dog, quietly chuckling and enjoying the night.

"Need changed?" Jamie asked.

"Big time!" I said.

He then asked, "Need help?"

"Nah, watch this!" I said and then proceeded to put on a show as I stripped, cleaned and re-diapered myself all while standing up.

"OK that was scary!" Jamie snorted.

"Oh shut up!" I said and tossed the used baby-wipe at him.

I didn't hit him `cause the wipe only went about a foot before dropping to the floor.

"What about you?" I asked and Jamie knew I was asking if he was ready to get re-diapered. He smirked, got up and pulled his earlier diaper back on like a pair of underwear.

We were looking up through the open ceiling windows at the few stars we could see from our vantage point when Jamie said, "Hope they don't get caught sneaking back in."

"Me to." I agreed, "Then again we'd probably have heard it even from way up here."

Jamie chuckled his agreement.

I let loose a fart that lasted several long seconds and then groaned when I finished, "Oh boy I had been brewing that one in for a while."

"You are sick!" Jamie laughed.

We were silent for a good long time until once more Jamie broke the beauty of the soundless moment with a question.

"You ever think of writing something other then what you write in your journal?"

I took a soft, deep breath and pondered his question for all of two seconds before asking him what he meant.

"Like what? You mean like write a book or for a newspaper or something?"

"No, nothing that serious." Jamie said, "I just mean write a story."

I instantly thought of Lowell and the old-timey diaper boy adventure story he had wrote... "Wow that seems so long ago."

"What does?" Jamie asked.

"What does what?" I asked, not knowing I had been thinking out loud.

"You just said `Wow that seems so long ago.' What did you mean?"

"Oh, I was just remembering something from before." I then turned my head to one side so that I was looking at Jamie who was still watching the stars twinkle far above us. "Did you know Lowell is a really good writer?"

I'm not even sure Jamie was aware that he smiled just then.

"Yeah, he's really good. He let me read a couple of his diaper stories." Jamie confessed.

Surprised, I quickly rolled up onto my left elbow. "He really showed you... wait, did you say STORIIIIES?"

Jamie nodded as he rolled only a little so that he was partly on his back and partly on bare chests.

"Yeah, he has something like ten or more of them I think."

"TEN?!" I blasted with amazement, "I thought he only wrote the one."

"Which one did you read?"

"The one about the boy who killed his famous archeologist father and then finished his father's work." I said.

"Oh that one. Yeah that was the first one I read too, but he has done a bunch more since then. They are nowhere near as long as that one, but they are still good." Jamie said and then added, "Has he not shown you his website yet?"

"Website? Uh, no he didn't say anything about it." I hissed and perhaps it showed in my voice that I was more than a little disappointed.

"Oh man it is the coolest. Lowell has this one friend online who is older that built this totally awesome website just for Lowell to put his stories on."

"Who's the guy?" I asked feeling somewhat protective.

"Not to worry, I met him and he seems like a really nice guy. Not like a pervert or anything."

Again surprised I asked, "You met him? For real?"

"Nooo, not for real-real. Just online. We chat on instant messenger sometimes. You'd like him. He is a paraplegic guy who was hurt when he fell down some stairs when he was only seventeen."

"How old is he now?" I asked.

"Thirty-one." Jamie said smugly.

"Why do you say it like that?"

"I dunno, guess `cause I was mad before `cause I missed his online video birthday party. I'd had a bad training day and mom wouldn't let me on the computer `cause she was so mad at me."

Jamie then pushed himself up and crossed his legs.

"Anyway, what I was asking was, have you ever thought about writing something like Lowell does?" Jamie asked with a queer little smirk.

I shrugged, "Not really."

"You should. You are a really good writer." He said, but he shouldn't have brought it up `cause all he did was remind me about his own journal, which I had earlier stashed inside our new tent.

I jumped to my feet.

"Don't move! I will be right back." I said.

From inside the tent I called out, "You want another soda or something while I'm up?"

"Sure!" He said enthusiastically.

With all the soda we've been drinking tonight there was little chance either of us was going to be sleeping anytime soon and a very high likelihood of us running out of diapers.

I returned with a can of root beer and a Pepsi. Holding them both out I asked, "Which do you want?"

"If you don't mind, can I have a coke?" he asked.

"We are out of coke, but there is the 2-liter of diet coke still." I said.

Jamie nodded, "I'll take that."

I returned the Pepsi to the cooler and brought back the 2-liter. Jamie then caught a glimpse of his spiral bound notebook and groaned audibly.

"I was hoping you forgot about that."

I smiled, "I did until you brought up writing."

Jamie groaned.

"What time do you think it is?" I asked.

Jamie riffled through his discarded pants until he found what he was looking for.

"Where? Why? That isn't fair! How do you get to have your own cell phone?" I cried out in a fit of jealousy.

Jamie smiled really wide and wiggled his eyebrows at me. I guess he was enjoying the fact that he had a cell phone and I didn't. I am not sure why, but I had completely forgot about the cell phone Tom had given me. Heck, I still have no idea what I did with it either!

"Don't play dumb with me! How did you talk your mom into getting you a cell phone! Let me see it."

He handed it over with the explanation, "Mom got it for me `cause I been going to the YMCA all by myself a lot."

"Wow, it is 2:14." I said while checking out the phone.

"Hey I got an idea. Want to stay up all night?" Jamie asked.

I shrugged and said, "Sure!" before reluctantly giving him back his cell phone.

"I can't believe you got your own phone!!!!" I whined which only made him smile all the more.

"I even downloaded some cool games like Tetris and Hangman." Jamie said as he stuffed the phone back into his pants pocket before discarding them near the front of the tent.

When he turned back around I had his spiral bound notebook lying open across my lap and was reading the first page. He made an audible rumble of displeasure which I returned to mock him. I skimmed across the first three or four pages until I came to a part that seemed to jump off the page. I read it aloud.

"After checking to be certain we were alone..."

I was cutoff when Jamie hushed me, "Not so loud! You want everyone in the building to hear you?"

I hadn't been load at all. He was just being silly and paranoid! I started again only softer...

"After checking to be certain we were alone, I wormed first one and then another finger, which were tingling with anticipation, under the elastic waistband, and tenderly boosted the front outward and down in one smooth movement. Cautiously working his tighty-whities down to the midway point of his thighs, liberating his faultless paradigm of prepubescent boyhood, along with its fleshy modest purse of walnut skin and the matching gemstones incased there in. His love shaft seemed so serene sleeping on the bed of hairless furrowed skin. I lowered my head and rested my ear ageist his abdomen and could smell the intoxicating aroma of soap and chlorine from the pool; the bouquet radiating from between his slender yet muscular legs, so fresh and airy, so young and innocent."

I slapped my palms over the pages, looked up for the first time and saw that Jamie was so red faced I feared his head was going to explode.

"D-did you really write this?" I asked and found my own voice sounded low and foggy. My mouth was dry from whispering and goose bumps covered every inch of my arms. I picked up my soda and chugged several big gulps before setting it back on the grass.

Jamie's eyes seemed to shy away from mine as he kept a tight grip on the stuffed dog almost like he was trying to squeeze it in half.

"Jamie." I said in a strong whisper.

He looked at me for one second then looked down at the blades of grass between us.

"This is really good!" I told him in a near normal tone. "Where did you learn to write so well?"

Jamie shrugged, sipped his soda, put it back down and then fiddled with the little dogs' flappy ear.

I waited and waited `cause I could tell Jamie was building up his courage to tell me something I knew was going to be important. Again he hugged that stupid stuffed dog as he began to speak.

"Remember all those magazines I used to have?" he asked and he didn't have to say porn magazines, I knew exactly what he meant.

I nodded, but he never saw it. He was still studying the dog's head as he continued, "I really used to read them over and over and over, but after a while I found better things to read on the Internet. That is why I got rid of them. I was sure mom was going to find out about them eventually.

My head bobbled atop my shoulders in agreement. Moms always seem to find out about our most secret of secrets.

"I found sites like Nifty which has billions of stories and the Dragon Earl Universe, which by the way isn't about dragons." Jamie smirked without looking up from the mutt. I could tell he was having another thought which he didn't share.

"I just like reading stuff like that. I have for a long time." He confessed.

I took a deep breath and let it out.

"Is this just a story? Or is it real." I asked.

Without raising his head Jamie rolled his eyes to look at me. In an even softer whisper then he had been using he said, "Everything word in there is 100% real."

My eyes grew wide with surprise and wonderment. If that one paragraph and the thickness of the notebook was anything to judge by, I was holding in my lap a treasure trove of my brothers' sexual escapades. And then I had another thought, I WAS HOLDING A NOTEBOOK OF MY BROTHERS' SEXUAL ESCAPADES!!!! I know that sounds the same, but the emotions were different. I was overcome with a sudden feeling of guilt for having forced Jamie to share something so ... well ... so utterly personal. I felt like I had just mugged him.

I closed the book and handed it back to him. This time he lifted his head and considered me with puzzled, questioning eyes.

As soon as I was no longer in possession of Jamie's repository of sexual thoughts I began to wipe the palms of my hands on my bare legs as though I was trying to wipe away the guilt I was feeling.

"I'm sorry I made you give that to me." I said.

Jamie continued to look at me that same way.

"Those are your private thoughts and I had no right to read them." I said.

I was so incredibly grateful when Jamie's face softened and he smiled ever so slightly. Without breaking eye contact he sat the book on the grass, placed the stupid stuffed dog behind him and using his one good hand to steady himself he rolled up onto his knees leaned toward me and kissed me. He then lowered himself back to a seated position, picked up the dog which he again hugged tightly using his cast arm, then picked up his book and opened it while wearing a stupid smirk.

Stunned, I said, "You French Kissed Me!"

"No I did not!"

"Yes you did! I distinctly felt your tongue in my mouth!"

"I assure you it wasn't a French kiss..." his head tilted to one side, he shrugged and then said, "...it was more a Belgian kiss."

I cocked an eyebrow, "What's the difference?"

He shrugged.

"Not sure; you'd have to ask a Belgian." He said with the dumbest look of seriousness on his face.

I sat there speechless as I watched him leaf through the pages until he was more than halfway through the book before stopping and beginning to read softly to me.

I first met Kris while waiting behind him to get an Orange-Cream from the pop machine. His back was to me as I waiting my turn to get something to wet my whistle. He had light brown hair that was mostly hidden under a backward, tattered and tired looking ball cap; his shoulders and arms were lightly tanned while his legs were completely void of sun-kissed color. However, what made Kris stand out in my memory at first was what he was wearing. He had on a lime Jell-O green sleeveless t-shirt that was at least three sizes to small and showed much of his lower back. The cutoff blue denim shorts were equally tight leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

My friends Noah and Paul had been gone to their family reunion for over a week and with Becky having moved away I almost never got to see Vanessa anymore. On top of that, I had been grounded from the computer! Needless to say, I was starved for some kind of sexual stimuli and god help me the combination of tight fitting clothing and seeing that much flesh had stoked a fire within me that didn't need much to get it going again.

Jamie paused only long enough to glance up from his notebook and flash me a wicked little smile before continuing.

The guy turned around and not knowing I was there collided with me, his ice cold bottle of Orange-Cream touched the bare skin of my chest and made me recoil with a girlish squeal.

"Sorry didn't know anyone was there." He apologized.

Oddly he sounded a lot like my own brother. (God I miss Simon!)

Stepping to the side and rubbing the spot on my chest to reheat it I flashing a polite smile I chuckled, "No problem; at least I know now that the drinks are good and cold."

Five times I tried to put my dollar into that damn machine and five times it spit it back out at me. I was getting frustrated when he walked back up and said, "Here try this one."

We swapped dollars and I thanked him. It worked and out popped another orange-cream soda.

"My names Kris what's yours?" he asked.

"Cool name!" I said and immediately felt stupid for saying it, "I'm Jamie. I've never seen you here before?"

"That's because we only come once in a while and usually later in the day after mom gets off work, but she's on vacation this week."

Kris, if I had to guess right there on the spot, was at least one or two years younger than me on account he was shorter than me and showed zero signs that he had started puberty like myself.

Seeing how the `Y' wasn't all that popular today Kris and I buddied around for a while before deciding to sit by the edge of the pool and finish out drinks. Now there is a rule that no food or beverages are allowed in the pool area, but they don't really enforce it until someone complains or is obviously abusing it. Lots of people bring drinks, water bottles and such with them and no one says a word. Heck, I even saw this one lady pull half a sandwich out of her bag and start chomping down on it while sliding over the edge and into the pool.

Kris and I were playfully kicking our feet in the water while talking about stuff like favorite TV shows, funny things that happened at his school, and stuff like that. I felt like we could chat for hours and hours and never get tired of it. We were brand new friends and had so much to talk about. Kris lives only with his mom on account of his mom and dad split up a couple years ago. I also found out that Kris isn't as young as I first thought; actually we are only two months and three days apart in age with him being the older of us. I wanted to ask why he was so short and looked like a little kid, but thought that would be rude since we only just met less than twenty minutes before.

The idea of what Kris was wearing or my own frustrated sexual feels had left my mind for the time being, but then Kris went and brought it all up again when he asked me if I ever kissed anyone before. He didn't just come right out and ask me; actually now that I think back on it, I can't remember who brought up the topic, but we both seemed equally interested.

Then Kris asked, "Have you ever kissed anyone?"

Before I could think about it my mouth opened and out came, "Yeah lots."(Diarrhea of the mouth is a bad habit I've picked up from my brother

"I don't do that!" I objected.

Jamie looked up and said, "You'd be amazed how many times you talk without thinking."

I scowled at Jamie who shrugged it off, blew me a kiss and went back to reading aloud.

"I don't mean like your mom or aunts or anyone like that." Kris said.

Again my response came out without any help from my brain, "That's what I thought you meant in the first place."

Jamie glanced up and smirked.

I stuck my tongue out at him and he smiled and continued again.

"Really? What's it like?" he asked.

It made me feel embarrassed, and I noticed he looked the same way. I kicked my feet in the water, but not hard enough to cause a splash.

"Most times it is real nice." I confessed.

Kris confessed that he hadn't yet kissed anyone and suggested that he needed to get some practice before doing it for real.

"But I don't know how to practice kissing!" he said with a measure of frustration as he kicked at the water as if to punish it for not offering any suggestions.

"I've heard of people kissing the backs of their hands and even some practice by kissing a doll or some other object, like a fruit?"

"Fruit?" Kris laughed. "I'm pretty sure such things won't help!"

Then, Kris suggested something that caught me off guard, "What if we did it together?"

I still don't know why I didn't shy away when he leaned close and planted a quick peck right on my open mouth.

"I know why!" I said without much of a whisper to Jamie.

My words startled Jamie and his whole body shook violently.

I laughed, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!"

Jamie smiled weakly, "You know why what?"

"I know why you let Kris kiss you." I said.

"Why?" Jamie asked but not in a mean or snotty way. He honestly wanted to know why.

I rose up, leaned in and kissed Jamie on the mouth and it wasn't a quick peck like he'd given me. I kissed him long and hard. I even put my left hand behind his head to hold him there longer.

When I finally broke our kiss Jamie looked to have been hit in the head with a wooden bat. He looked totally stunned.

"That's why!" I said, indicating how much he enjoyed kissing other guys.

"What do you mean?" He said, his voice cracking and going very high.

"Sheesh, do I have to spell it out for you? You like kissing boys!" I said.

Again Jamie grinned, "You need to let me finish reading this."

"Why?" I asked.

"Just hush and listen." He said and then continued to read where he had left off.

"How was that?" Kris asked me.

"D-did you just kiss Kris?" this older boy asked from about twenty feet away.

"Oh shut up Glenn!" Kris shouted at the older teenaged boy.

"You know him?" I asked Kris, still reeling from the shock of a boy I hardly knew kissing me...I mean that stuff doesn't happen in real life, let alone to someone like me. I was also reeling from the idea that some saw him kiss me.

"Yeah that's Glenn Hintul and," Kris raised his voice so that Glenn could hear him, "He's a real butt hole!"

Glenn tried to splash us, but was too far away.

We both finished out drinks and tossed our empties into the recycle bin beside the door to the changing rooms.

"Wanna go for a swim?" I asked.

"Sure!" Kris said and began to peel off his tight-tight shorts to reveal that he was wearing what kind of looked like a yellow Speedo only with a bit less fabric to it. I also saw that from the waist down he had no tan just like on his legs. I thought nothing of it when Kris didn't remove his shirt, lots of guys swim at the Y with their shirts on, but mostly that is just the fat guys.

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" Kris shouted and dove into the pool head first, ball cap and all.

We raced from one end of the pool to the other three times and played a little bit of water tag; which was more like a game of water grab-ass. Eventually we both were tired enough to just hang on the side of the pool. That is when we realized that the few other people that had been in the pool area were gone, including that stupid Glenn guy.

Kris, who realized that we were alone didn't waste one second. He pinned me in the corner and dove for my lips. I think I made a faint audible gasp before his tongue parted my lips and began to wrestle with my own.

Like I said, I hadn't had any sexual outlet for over a week and here was this strange guy I'd just met who wanted to do just that. There wasn't any way I was going to say no. I mean this was like a sexual fantasy story come true for me.

We kissed and Kris also used his hands to explore my body while my hands clutched at the pool side so that we wouldn't sink. Basically I was doing little to nothing while Kris ravaged me.

When Kris's hand grabbed my package through the front of my swim trunks I nearly choked on his tongue with surprise. He stopped only once to look around to be sure we were still alone before reaching down with both hands and tugging on my trunks until they came completely off me. I didn't think a thing about them at the time and I suppose Kris hadn't either as they descended to the bottom of the deep end.

Surprise after surprise was the theme of day. Why should I have been shocked when Kris pulled his lips away from my hungry mouth, took a deep breath and disappeared under the water? I gasped loudly as Kris's mouth consumed my hard penis in his mouth.

I couldn't believe how long he stayed down there. I actually got concerned for him and was about to pull him back up when he came up on his own, gasped for air, kissed me again and then went back down. That is how it went for five, or was it six times until he came up and I told him that I was going to explode at any second.

Kris simply smiled, kissed me longer this time while his hands groped my butt cheeks and then he went down one last time.

My vision went all blurry and it was all I could do to continue to hang on to the pools edge as what felt like every ounce of fluid in my body shoot out of the end of my penis. It was the first time in my life that I ever ejaculated sperm and it was better than any dry orgasm I had ever had in my young life.

Jamie stopped reading and looked up with this odd expression. It was like he wanted me to say something so I said exactly what I was thinking.

"Oh god...my brain just died in a puddle of its own vomit...yet I want you to continued reading."

At that Jamie smiled and shook his head at me, said, "Gross Simon!" and continued where he left off.

As soon as I was done shooting my seed into Kris's mouth he surfaced and kissed me without even taking a breath of air. I could taste my own juices in his mouth and reveled in the sweet and tangy flavor.

I turned my head away to get a breath and to say, "I think you were fibbing about never kissing someone."

Kris shrugged, smiled and then kissed me longer than ever before.

"Where's my trunks?" I asked when our lips finally parted.

He looked around and then frowned as we both looked down through the water and saw my green and blue trunks lying on the bottom of the pool. Kris started to laugh, but I started to panic as the ecstasy I had been filled with was quickly replaced with the realization of what we just did in such a public place as well as the fact that I was completely nude.

It took us a combined total of eleven attempts to dive down the full eighteen feet to the bottom before realizing we were not able to do it. Then Kris had an idea.

"The ladder goes all the way down! We can use that to pull ourselves to the bottom." He said.

I countered with, "Yeah, but the ladder is way over there and my trunks are way over here."

Right then one of the YMCA staff came in and asked if one of us was Jamie.

"I'm Jamie." I said while using the edge of the pool to hide the fact that I was skinning dipping.

"Uh, you've got a call." He said and then asked the question I was hoping he wouldn't ask. "You know it is against the rules to be in the pool without trunks right?"

Kris was thinking fast and said, "He dove off the high dive and lost them. They are down there, but we cannot get them."

Man I was so glad the guy bought that excuse. He got the long pool skimmer pole off the far wall and fished my trunks off the bottom of the pool for me. I pulled them on before getting out of the pool.

"Thanks man! I was afraid I was going to have to streak all the way home." I laughed nervously.

"No worries. Happens here all the time. If you are going to do any more diving you should tie the string tighter around your waist." The guy said.

"See I told you." Kris said and punched me in the arm.

He then eyed Kris and said, "And hats are not allowed in the pool either."

I was so shocked by what happened next that I fell backward into the pool.

"Oh ok, sorry." Kris said and pulled it off which allowed his light brown, shoulder length hair to fall down like a shimmering veil of wet silk.

I gasped and staggered back as I suddenly realized why Kris had not taken off his shirt before jumping into the pool. Kris must have been short for Kristen. And as I was having that mental electrical storm I staggered backward and fell into the pool.

"Watch it kid!" the guy shouted and tried to grab my arm to keep me from falling in, but he missed and I went in with a huge splash.

I had been so shocked that when I went under I had sucked in a lung full of water and had to be helped back out by that same guy who, fully clothed had dove in to help me when he realized I was in trouble. On all fours by the pool I vomited pool water in between hacking coughs to rid my lungs of the water.

There were two other staff people, one a lady I knew and the other some overweight balding guy who had come in when they heard the commotion I was causing.

"He's fine. Just got a lung full of water is all." The first guy told the lady and fat man.

"Yeah," I tried to speak, but had to cough again, "I'm ok."

Kris punched me in the arm again only really hard, "You scared the crud out of me and why did you fall in for?"

But I didn't answer right away.

When everyone was sure I was ok, Kris and that same guy who'd got my trunks and had dived in to pull me out then helped me to the changing room to be sure I was ok. Kris resolved any doubts I might have had when we went into the guy's locker room while Kris went in the girl's side.

Jamie looked up from his notebook with a dirty little grin smeared across his face and big expectant eyes. I grinned too and shook my head.

"Did that really happen?" I asked.

Using a single finger, Jamie made the sign of an X across his bare chest and recited, "Cross my heart and hope to die; stick a needle in my eyeee... uh..." He faltered while trying to find a word that rhymed with heart, "and make me swallow a fart."

I fell over laughing, "Make you swallow a fart?"

"Well I'm sorry!" Jamie laughed, "I panicked!"

I righted myself and wiped the joyful tears from the corners of my eyes.

"Having to swallow a fart is good enough for me." I croaked.

Trying not to laugh I asked, "So Kris was really a girl?"

Jamie wiggled his eyebrows, which made me think there was something else he wasn't telling me. I guessed right too.

"So who was calling you at the YMCA?" I asked.

Jamie shrugged, "Never got the call but found out later it was mom."

"Was that the only time you saw Kris?" I asked.

If it was possible he grinned even wider and shook his head provocatively.

"You saw her again?" I asked.

He nodded, "Two days later."

"Well, don't sit there grinning like a buffoon! Tell me!" I impatiently urged him.

He did just that. He flipped ahead in his book and began reading again.

It was kind of funny how Jamie was simply reading aloud and then sort of began to talk slower and slower until he stopped altogether. When I realized he wasn't speaking any more I looked over to see that he had been sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest, his cast resting on his knee caps and his chin resting on his cast with his notebook laying on the grass in front of him. That was the exact position in which he left the waking world.

"Jamie." I said and he grunted, but didn't wake up.

I said his name again while reaching out and touching his shoulder.

Mildly startled he lifted his heavy eyelids.

"Why don't you go inside the tent and crash for a while?" I suggested.

"I'm not tired." He objected.

Twenty seconds later his chin was resting on the head of the stuffed dog which was being clutched tightly to his chest with his cast cover arm.

With Jamie sound asleep I thought about taking his journal and reading more for myself, but that didn't feel right' so instead I fished out my electronic journal, climbed inside the tent, got comfortable and began to poor my memories of recent events into it.

When I was done writing I used the web-application to access the Internet and read more about that Incubus creature. However, the more I read the more disturbed I became. I was reading things the show never talked about, like how Incubi, which is the plural for Incubus, can take on the appearance of a human being. However, to maintain that illusion they must regularly feed on a male human and the younger the better.

As I read, I began to put recent events together in my mind...that both made sense and didn't at the same time. My recent lack of energy, especially in the mornings. Waking up nude with my diapers ripped to shreds. And then there was the biggest connection... Rico.

I cannot tell you if or when I fell to sleep. All I can tell you is that, according to my e-journal the last time I accessed anything on it was at exactly 4:37 a.m. I know that because I later looked it up and you'll know why here in a bit.

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A Note from the Author:

Be sure to keep a look out for my other stories and novels coming soon to Nifty.

Alvin Ever After (a four novel series)

Close Encounters

Goodbye Normal Jeans

Snowed In