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Close Encounters
A Short Story by Danny -< PART THREE >- ~ Twenty-Sixth Encounter ~ New Years Eve brought more for me than the
end of one year and the birth of another. It also brought me another close
encounter with the diapered kind; ok it was only my friends Mark and Sean but
that still counts. Mark and Sean were sleeping over and the
three of us had decided to stay up to watch the famous New Year's Eve Ball
descend from the flagpole atop One Times Square in My brother, who was still recouping from
his surgery, was spending most of his time in his bed, my sister had gone to
stay at a friend’s and my parents had gone to bed shortly after nine
that night. So, the three of us had free run of the house and control of the
television. We still had a couple hours before the ball
would drop so to keep ourselves awake we ate popcorn, drank sodas (please
note that, that is sodas with an S at the end) and played a card game called Uno. Sean was the first to loose his pajamas by
proclaiming, “It’s too hot!” and sat there playing Uno wearing only his GoodNite. Mark quickly followed suit
and stripped down to reveal that he was wearing one of his TenaŽ diapers.
I’m not sure if Mark was aware of the fact or not but it was plain to
see by Sean and I that he had already wet. Not wanting to be the only one
wearing pajamas I stripped down to my white Fruit-of-the-Loom’s.
However, I kept on my socks; I mean it is winter you know! We had the TV on while we played Uno and every so often it would switch to the local New
Years Eve celebrations. What caught my attention was when an announcer said,
“And as the clock strikes midnight the old year will pass the torch to
the new Baby New Year.” I looked up at the TV and standing to the left
of the announcer was an old man wearing a white toga and sporting a long
white beard. To the right of the announcer was a boy of nine or ten at the
most; he wasn’t wearing any clothes, just a big cloth diaper and a
white sash that said, “Baby New Year” in gold letters. “Max look, quick!” Mark said. “I’m looking! I’m
looking!” I exclaimed. “I sure wouldn’t want to be
him!” Sean commented. “Wait a second!” Mark said
excitedly and then crawled closer to the television. “Mark, get out of the way!”
Sean said for me. He turned and with an expression of extreme
exasperation he said, “I know that Baby New Year!” “No you don’t!” I said,
“That’s on TV in “No it isn’t, that is
here!” Sean explained. “What?” I said to Sean and then
asked Mark, “Well who is he?” But then the camera did a close up on the
new Baby New Year and I rushed to the television, scattering our cards
everywhere. “Holy buckets! I know him too!” “What?” Sean said sounding as
though he didn’t like being left out. Mark and I were on all fours in front of
the TV so Sean couldn’t see but that didn’t stop him. With a
spine snapping leap Sean jumped onto my back and rested his chin on my right
shoulder. “I... I don’t know his
name,” I said getting even closer to the screen. “I thought you said you knew
him?” Sean asked in an accusatorial tone. I turned my head enough that I could see
Sean and said, “I do but I don’t think I ever got to find out his
name.” The camera man switched to the old man with
the beard. “No, go back to the Baby New
Year!” I shouted at the television but it was too late. The camera went
to the announcer who said, “Now let’s take you back to the Time
Square celebration!” “Aaarrg!
Bring back the Baby you stupid box!” I said to the TV. “So who was that?” Sean asked
Mark. Mark scooted away from the TV as he said,
“He’s in my Judo class.” “Since when do you take Judo?”
I asked feeling more than a little annoyed. Mark smiled, “Since yesterday. It was
one of my Christmas presents.” “You didn’t tell me!” I
said even more annoyed. “Yes I did. I said my mom got me self
defense classes.” Mark said scooping at the cards. “Oh yeah, you did tell me
that.” I relented. With Sean still on my back I gave him a
horsy-ride backwards before bucking him off. He hit the floor knees first and
laughing. “Hey that was fun!” he giggled
and then got this really serious look on his face. “OK, if one of you
doesn’t tell me who that Baby was, so help me I am going to, to, to...
I don’t know what I am going to do!” Sean warned us and then
pointed at me with his pinky-finger, “But you won’t like
it!” He then laughed again but I could tell he was as impatient as I
was to find out the boys name. “I met him in the hospital when I had
that nasty rash from pulling all those weeds.” I then explained,
“He had a broken leg and broken bones here,” I pointed to my
shoulders. “Collar bone?” Sean offered. “Yeah that’s it.” I
agreed while giving Sean a playful backhand to the arm. “You know, he was wearing a diaper
even then.” I said. “I’ll have to find out his name
next time I have Judo.” Mark said. “You better!” I warned him. We never did get back to playing cards.
Mark needed to get changed so he went to my room while Sean and I sat
watching the television with much interest and anticipation. About twenty
minutes before midnight they switched back to the local celebration for about
five minutes but neither the old man nor the Baby New Year were shown. When
they switched back to Time Square again Sean told Mark and I to let him know
if it came back on. Though he didn’t actually say he was going to go change,
we both figured that was where he was going because when he stood up his
GoodNite was hanging down making it obvious that he’d really wet it at
least once and probably several times. Sean was gone a good while and when he
returned Mark and I knew why he’d taken so long. He walked back into
the family room wearing one of Marks diapers which was really too big for him
but still fit and did the job for which it was intended. I looked to Mark to
see if he minded and saw that he was smiling his approval. However, he
wasn’t smiling at Sean; he was smiling at me, because he knew I was in
heaven right then. “I didn’t think you would mind
if I tried one.” Sean said sheepishly. “You look smashing!” I said
while patting his diapered bottom. Mark picked up a napkin and jokingly dabbed
at the corner of my mouth, “Here man, you are drawling a bit.” He
teased. “Oh Ha-Ha!” I said pushing his
hand away but he was right. Seeing Sean in one of Marks diapers was making me
salivate. “Come on sit down, midnight is only
three minutes away.” Mark said to Sean. I was sitting on the floor with my back
against the front of the couch and my legs extended out. Sean did something I
hadn’t expected him to do but somehow I managed to keep my cool and
didn’t react... much. Without saying anything Sean stepped in front of
me and sat himself right down on my lap. When midnight came and went we sat in front
of the TV with unwavering attention. At two minutes after midnight they
switched back to the local celebration just in time to see the old man from
last year passing an old-timey looking clock to the
new Baby New Year. When the camera went in for a close up I exclaimed,
“Yes! That is him; I know it for sure now!” “I bet he’s cold.” Sean
observed leaning back against my chest and using my shoulder as a pillow. “I bet he gets beat up at school
after holiday break.” Mark commented. “I bet he is some kind of actor or
something.” I added. The Baby New Year was handed a microphone
and he said, “May your year be happy and prosperous!” and then he
waved at the camera. Then the TV started to jump to different celebrations all over so we stopped watching. Mark switched over to some black and white movie about some orphan kid who mucks up life for hundreds of other orphan kids. It was ok but kind of sappy. When Sean shifted on my lap I whispered into his ear, “Comfy?” His reply was to snuggle his forehead against my neck. That is how he fell asleep. I watched the movie while I waited to be sure Sean was totally asleep before motioning to Mark to get his attention. When Mark looked at me I put a single finger to my lips to indicate that I didn’t want him to make any noise and risk waking up Sean. Ever so gently, I managed to slide out from under Sean. He sort of slumped over sideways with his head resting on the cushion of the couch. “Wanna pull a prank on him?” I whispered. Mark grinned gleefully and nodded, “Like what?” “I don’t know! Think of something! You’re supposed to be the smart one here!” I said. “I am?” He said appearing truly surprised by my comment. “Uh yeah!” I whispered. Mark beamed as he put a finger to his head like he was really trying to think hard. “I got it!” he said just a little too loudly. I slugged him in the shoulder, “You want to hold it down you idiot?” “Idiot? But you just said I was smart!” Mark protested. “Yeah, well maybe I was wrong! Now shut up and think of a good prank!” I said with a threatening whisper. “Do you have any more of that stuff that you gave to Damien that made him poop so much?” Mark asked. “Nah and besides, Sean is sleeping. We’d have to get him to drink it without waking up.” I said. Then Mark got a look in his eyes that reminded me of Jim Carey when he played The Riddler in Batman. “What?” I asked with a growing grin. Mark smiled most evilly as he said, “Got any instant pudding mix?” That one threw me, “Huh?” I grunted. “Well, we could carefully pull open the back of his diaper and pore in the instant pudding. As the diaper gets wet the pudding mix will be activated and it will be like he pooped.” Mark said rubbing his hands together like some mad cartoon bad guy. Without saying a word I scrambled to my feet and slipped into the kitchen; Mark followed right behind me. Sure enough I found two boxes of banana, a box of butterscotch and a box of chocolate instant pudding. I immediately dismissed the banana pudding and held up the other two boxes. “Butterscotch or chocolate?” I asked. “Uh, I think both!” Mark giggled. “Both?” I said, “I love it! Let’s do it!” Now coming up with the idea turned out to be the easy part of the prank, because every time we would pull even the slightest bit on the back of Sean’s diaper he would act like he was about to wake up. We tried several times and we were both getting frustrated when Sean suddenly rolled right over and snuggled up against me. I think at first Mark and my hearts stopped but we quickly realized that Sean was still out cold. To make it even better, the way he was leaning against me made it so easy for me to reach down with my left arm and hold the back of Sean’s diaper open. First Mark pored in the butterscotch pudding so incredibly slowly. Sean didn’t budge or make a sound. Then in went the chocolate pudding just as easily and just as slowly. With both packages of pudding down the back of Sean’s Diaper I told Mark to take the evidence back to the kitchen and hid it under some of the trash that was already in the trashcan. All the way into the kitchen Mark was giggling so hard he could hardly walk which was making me giggle. We both tried so hard to keep our giggles silent but it was just so difficult to do. Eventually Sean rolled off of me and I took the opportunity to get into my sleeping bag. Mark was already in his and still giggling but each time he’d start giggling again he’d bury his face in his pillow. Amazingly, the two of us finally fell to sleep too and slept all the way through the night. Unfortunately, we both slept too soundly because we didn’t hear Sean wake up before us. It was a little after five in the morning when unbeknownst to Mark and I, Sean woke up, discovered what we’d done and then went to take a shower. But that wasn’t the end of it, not even close. When Sean was done with his shower he got dressed and then he got even; and he had help. My dad has always been an early bird; he’s usually up before 5:00 AM. New Years morning was no different. When Sean returned from taking a shower he found my dad sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. He told my dad what we’d done to him, I guess Sean was pretty hot about it, and my dad told him that he’d help him get even with us. While we slept quietly the two of them went out to the garage, got a couple buckets and then went outside to fill them up with snow. Now you might remember that we all went to sleep not wearing our pajamas so all Mark was wearing was his wet diaper and all I was wearing was my underwear and socks. Sean and my dad unzipped our sleeping bags, pulled them open and at the same time they each dumped a bucket of snow onto us. I woke up screaming; Mark on the other hand woke up, jumped up and ran to my bedroom. I think he was more embarrassed to be seen in his diaper then he was upset that our prank backfired on us. “That’s what you get for the pudding!” Sean laughed and gave my dad a high-five. “Daaaaad?” I whined when I realized that he’d helped Sean. “Maaaaaaax!” Dad imitated my whine. With my teeth chattering I ran to the bathroom to take a hot shower but found that Mark was already in there so I had to settle with jumping into my bed and covering up to try and warm up my body. ~ Twenty-Seventh Encounter ~ If I remember right, it was about a week
and a half after we returned to school that Mark came running up to me while
I was shoveling snow off the front sidewalk. “Max, you’re not going to
believe this!” Mark said gasping and panting for air. It was actually
kind of cool, I mean seeing him breathing so hard because his breath was
creating puffs of frozen air that sort of just hung there in front of his
face and then slowly vanishing. “Dude, are you going to die? Cause if
you are, can you do it over there where I haven’t shoveled yet.”
I joked. “No, listen!” Mark said placing
a hand on my shoulder to steady himself. Apparently,
Mark had run all the way to my house and was seriously out of breath. “I found out the name of that
kid!” He said between huffs. “What kid?” I asked. Mark tried to flick my ear but missed.
“Hello! The one that played the Baby New Year?!” he said slowly. I’m so glad me didn’t make
contact with my ear because my ears were nearly frozen and it probably would
have shattered. “Oh man! I nearly forgot!” I
said punching him in the arm for nearly flicking my ear. “And stop
hitting me or I’ll put icicles in your diaper!” He hit me in the arm back, “Stop
hitting and listen!” he said sounding serious and backed up so that I
couldn’t hit him back. “OK, what’s his name?” I
asked leaning on the show shovel as I pulled off my stocking cap to wipe the
sweat from my brow. “Mike Rabur.” Mark said and
then added, “I talked to him for a while after practice while we waited
for our parents to come pick us up. He’s really cool and get this, they
just moved right before Christmas.” “Where to?” I asked. “They live like three blocks over, on
I started to say something else but Mark
stepped toward me again and spoke before I could say anything. “Max,
you are going to flip out when I tell you that he’s having a huge
birthday party and he invited everyone at the dojo to come.” “Really? So are you going?” I
asked. “Dude, we’re both going!”
He said as though I’d missed out on part of the conversation. “What do you mean? I’m not in
your Judo class.” I said. “No, I asked him if it was cool for
me to bring a friend and he said, ‘The more the better!’ so you
get to come too!” “When?” I asked now sounding
like Mark. “One week from this Friday.”
Mark answered, “So you in?” “Do you wear diapers?” I said
purposefully loud, which earned me another punch but with my winter coat on I
couldn’t hardly feel it. As you might understand, going to a
birthday party for someone you don’t know is kind of like going on a
blind date. Not that I’ve ever been on a blind date, but you get where
I’m going with this, right? Anyway, my first priority was to get a gift
for a boy I didn’t know anything about. In the end I decided that you
can’t go wrong with money and my dad even helped me to get a Visa Gift
Card that comes in a cool little box. I only had twenty-six dollars and some
change saved up, so I had to get a loan from The Bank of Dad. I thought a
gift card of only twenty-six bucks would be pretty lame so I got enough from
dad to get a fifty dollar Gift Card. Yeah, a present could have cost me a lot
less but I honestly couldn’t think of a single thing to buy for him. My next problem was what to wear. I settled
for nice blue jeans, a crisp white button up shirt and I polished up my good
shoes. Oh, and I also put on some Bling. My brother let me wear his gold choker which, on
me, was more like a dangling chain. My brother helped me put it on and he
just had to make a comment about how scrawny he thought I was. “Do you really think I am
scrawny?” I asked self-consciously. To which my brother popped me upside the
head and told me not to be dumb. I guess that was his way of saying that I
wasn’t scrawny? I also have this awesome watch that I got
for Christmas, it’s gold and silver colored with a cool light brown
band. What I like most about it is the face glows in the dark so you can see
what time it is at night. You know something; my brother can be
pretty cool sometimes. Like besides loaning me his gold choker, he also
followed me into the bathroom and helped me to get my hair looking good. Some
say girls spend a lot of time on their hair but my brother would give them a
run for their money. He got the front of my hair to stand up using some hair
gel and believe it or not, I even let him trim around my ears a little. Mark’s mom gave us a ride over to
Mike’s house which turned out to be the old Swanton place. Oh right, I
have never told you about the Swanton place have I? Well, if you scare
easily, then you might want to skip this next part. About three and a half year ago, our small
town was rocked by a triple murder. No kidding, it was in all the papers and
on every local TV and radio station for weeks. Over the years, there have
been countless rumors about what happened, but the truth is, Mr. Swanton, who
used to own the Handy-Mart, caught his wife in bed with another man. In a fit
of anger, Mr. Swanton killed, not only his wife and her lover, but he also
killed their two teenaged daughters and their dog before killing himself.
Don’t ask me why he killed his kids and that collie because no one will
ever know why he did that. I’m sure you are wondering how I know the
truth; well, did you forget that my dad is a lawyer? Anyway, most everyone in
town believes that the ghosts of the Swanton family still haunt their old
home, including yours’ truly and since the murder the house had
remained for sale with no prospects to buy it. Even if you don’t
believe in ghosts, would you want to live in a house where you know four
people and a dog died? I know I wouldn’t! As we pulled up in front of the old Swanton
place Marks mom make a funny sound out of her nose and I secretively punched
Mark in the arm for not telling me that the party was in a haunted house. “What was that for?” Mark
griped as he rubbed the sore spot. “Did you leave out a small bit of the
story?” I said to him. “What?” He griped again,
“How was I supposed to know that it was this house?” Without saying a single word to us, Marks
mom let us out of the car and drove away, leaving the two of us standing on
the concrete driveway apron of a haunted house. It turned out to be a seriously awesome
party once Mark and I got over our initial fears of the house. Before moving
in, Mr. and Mrs. Rabur had the entire house redone inside and out. It looked
marvelous and was so modern looking. They had gone all out for the party too.
Every main room of the house was decorated with streamers and the living room
had been cleared so that everyone could dance. Oh yeah, and Mikes dad is a
professional DJ. He works for WKEG radio, ‘The best of the 80’s, 90’s and Today!’ as well
as running his own DJing business. While Mark and I stood at the end of the
drive way gapping at the house Mike had opened the front door to let us in. “Hey, don’t you know that
it’s winter?” Mike called out to us. I looked toward the front door and saw him.
With just a quick glance I was unmistakably sure that he was the same boy
I’d seen in the hospital that one day with his broken leg and collar
bones. Except he’d had time to heal and he looked quite a bit more
dressed up then the two previous times I’d seen him. Of course those
two times he’d been wearing nothing more then a diaper. Mark and I made our way to the front door
where Mike greeted us by shaking our hands and taking our coats. As I was
slipping off coat I noticed that Mike was looking at me with an odd trance like
expression. In an explosion of people, the three of us
were swept off into the house and the festivities, which were already in full
swing. Before I knew it, I was in the living room dancing to some crazy
techno music with some blonde haired girl I didn’t know. When the song
ended the girl thanked me for the dance and vanished into the crowd. I spent the next fifteen minutes fighting
my way through the crowd of people while looking for Mark. I found him
standing near the kitchen talking with two other guys and some girl who I
later learned were all from his Judo class. From about halfway across the room I tried
shouting for him over the music, “Mark!” He couldn’t hear me, so I had to make
my way through the throngs of people which took another five minutes. I was
finding it difficult to believe that all these people were in the same Judo
class. Finally, I reached Mark and pulled him away
from his friends so that I could have two seconds alone with him. “Dude this is crazy-insane!” he
shouted into my ear so that I could hear him over the loud music. “Who are all these people?” I
asked. He smiled, shrugged and put it simply,
“Who cares!” “Can you believe that someone
Mike’s age would have parents that would throw him a party like
this?” I shouted back to Mark. “You are just about gullible! You do
know that don’t you?” Mark said while flicking my chin. Of course I had to ask what he meant by
that, “What’s that supposed to mean?” Mark pointed at the DJ who I thought was
his father. He said, “That’s not his dad.” “It’s not? Well who is it
then?” was my next question. “Who knows, but he’s great
isn’t he?” Mark shouted as he started to dance next to me. “Wait; is this even a birthday
party?” I asked thinking that I was starting to get a clue. “Of course, it’s Mike’s
thirteenth birthday.” Mark said while raising his hands over his head
and bee-bopping in place. I finally had enough. I grabbed mark by the
front of his shirt, pushed him backward and pinned him to the wall. “What the heck, Max?!” Mark
said but I didn’t actually hear him, I just read his lips. “Stop screwing with me Mark. Out with
it or so help me.” I shouted right next to his ear so that there was no
chance he couldn’t hear me. “Take it easy Max! You’re
acting like there’s something illegal going on here.” Mark said,
“It’s just a party. Don’t you wish you could have thrown a
party like this when you turned thirteen?” “Are his parents even here?” I
asked. “Come on Max! Get real!” he
said and before I could say anything else some girl in what looked like an
old fashioned bathing suit pulled him away to dance. That was when someone
bumped into me and spilled red punch all down the front of my white shirt. I
don’t even think they knew they had done it, because when I looked up
no one seemed to be paying any attention to me at all. I fought my way back to where I thought the
bathroom would be. I’m not sure what I was going to do once I got
there. I knew that my shirt was ruined but still I had to try to rinse it out
some. There was only one door that I wasn’t
able to look into so I had to assume that it was the bathroom. However, it
appeared to be occupied. I stood there and waited five minutes, then ten, then fifteen and still whoever was in there hadn’t
come out. Finally, I knocked on the door but even down the hallway the music
was too loud to hear if someone said something on the other side of the door.
I tried putting my ear against the door and knocking again but still I heard
nothing from inside so I tried the knob and it opened. However, right at that moment about ten or
more guys came plowing down the hallway. For a panic filled second I thought
they were after me, but they blew past me, knocking me into the bathroom.
When I got back to my feet I quickly closed and locked the door. When I
turned around I saw Mike sitting on the edge of the bathtub and he was
crying. Seconds seemed like minutes as I stood
there with on hand on the now locked doorknob and the other cupped over my
gapping mouth. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Mike was sitting
on the edge of the bathtub wearing a dazzling metallic orange button-up shirt
and kaki pants. He really looked good except for the painfully obvious wet
streak that ran down the inside length of his left pant-leg all the way to
his brown loafer. I don’t think either of us could
believe that the other was there. From the look on Mikes face I could tell
that he had thought he’d locked the bathroom door. I could also tell
that he was teetering on the edge of loosing it and what I would do next
would either push him over that edge or possibly save him from a life of
ridicule and shame. My hands must have been sweating because my
hand slipped off the knob. Having not realized I was doing it, I had been
putting some of my weight against the door because when my hand slipped I
nearly fell over again. Quickly, I reached out and caught hold of the other
wall to brace myself. That is when Mike appeared to partially snap out of his
shame induced comma. Forgetting about the condition of my shirt
and only being concerned about Mike’s connection I knew that I had to
act fast. Without thinking any of it out, I put my hand back on the knob and
said to him, “Lock this door behind me and don’t open it for
anyone. I’ll be right back. I’ll knock three times, pause and
knock twice more. That way you’ll know it is me.” The door creaked slightly as I slowly
opened it enough to look into the hallway to make sure the coast was clear.
There were two girls standing at the far end of the hall with their backs to
me. They were talking with some guy with green hair. Really, the guy had
vividly green hair, which was cut semi-short and twisted into clumpy spikes. Before I made my way out of the bathroom I
pulled my head back in and look at Mike. He now had his face in his hands and
his entire body was shaking uncontrollably. “Mike? MIKE!” I whisper shouted
to get his attention but he was completely lost to his emotions. There was
nothing else to do but hope that no one else tried to get into the bathroom
while I went looking for his room and a dry pair of pants. I doubt if I was gone more then five
minutes but I’m sure to Mike it must have felt like a million years. I
got lucky, the first bedroom I looked in I knew right away was Mikes. On the
far wall was a poster of Mike in his full Judo gear. Mark had told me what
they call the clothes they wear but I can’t remember right now what he
said they were. Mike’s room didn’t look like the room of a
teenager. I was expecting posters on all of the walls, clothes scattered all
over the floor and well, I guess I was expecting a slightly more mature
version of my friend Sean’s room. But Mike’s room was the exact
opposite of Sean’s room. It was clean, tidy and best of all; it
didn’t reek of stale pee. There was no dresser in Mike’s room, so
I’ve no idea where he keeps all his socks, t-shirts and underwear
however, I did find a pair of pants hanging inside the closet which is what I
had come for. Upon returning, I tried the knob, sure
enough it was unlocked; I slipped back in and made sure to relock it. Maybe
Mike thought I had gone out to tell everyone about him peeing in his pants
because when I returned he looked utterly shocked at my presents. I thought
Mike was going to fall backward into the tub when I showed him the pants
I’d brought back with me. They weren’t kakis but they were nearly
the same color and no one would know that he’d changed pants. Mike blinked three times but didn’t
say or do anything. “Come on! Get your pants off!”
I said softly while double checking that I had locked the door. He opened his mouth and I saw his lips move
but not even so much as a squeak came out. Mike didn’t look like a boy
who was entering his teen years. As the tears continued to flow from his
glassy eyes I couldn’t help but think how much he reminded me of little
Damien. I moved toward Mike; he must not have
expected that because that’s when he did fall backward into the tub and
hit his head. I helped him back out of the tub and just like a young child
who’s hurt himself, Mike again began crying and holding his head. “Boy, Mike is having a ghastly
introduction into his teen years.” I thought to myself as I tried to
calm him down. Another thought crept into my mind; actually it was a weird
thought to have but never-the-less, my brain did come up with it.
“Thirteen, both a young man and yet still a little boy at heart.” After I checked that Mike’s head
wasn’t hurt too bad I made him stand up and without asking him for
permission I began to unbutton the front of his pants. The music out in the house changed to a
hard punk rock song that I actually knew. It was by the group
‘OUTL4W’ and it made the walls vibrate from the thundering base.
I could even feel the base in my chest, or was that the beating of my own
heart? I glanced up at Mike as I began to slide
his wet pants down his thighs. He wasn’t looking at me; instead he was
looking straight up at the ceiling light as thought he was trying to hide his
eyes from me and the situation. When I saw his bright-yellow SpongeBob
SquarePants underwear, I almost laughed out loud, but I managed to swallow
hard and forced it down into my stomach. His pants bunched up around his
ankles and I had to physically lift his left leg and then the other to get
them completely off of him. The whole time, Mike continued to stare at
the ceiling, so without any hesitation I reached back up and pulled down his
SpongeBob underwear, exposing his nudity to me. And that’s when I saw
that unlike Damien, Mike had already begun puberty. The majority of
Mike’s body didn’t show the normal signs of puberty but beneath
his pee soaked underwear was all the evidence that Mike was changing.
Actually, I think he had more hair down there then I do however, and this may
have been due to him being wet and cold, but his plumbing didn’t seem
to be much bigger then Damien’s. Mike must have wet himself not long before
I found, or he’d wet himself again since then, because when I took his
underwear off of him he was still wet enough that I felt like I should dry
him off before helping him put on my pants. There was a white hand towel hanging
on the side of the vanity that I used to sop up any lingering traces of pee.
However, when the towel made contact with his penis Mike jumped and squawked
like someone had just jabbed him in the ribs. Amazingly, he didn’t take
his eyes off that darn ceiling light, not even for a second. As it turned out, the pants I had retrieved
were slightly too small for him. It took some effort, but I managed to get
them pulled up his legs and buttoned around his waist however, getting them
zipped proved to be a lot more difficult. I made Mike suck in his gut and
pull up on the front of his pants while I with one hand protected his penis
by keeping it away from the zipper while with my other hand I tugged the
zipper up with all my might. When I finally had his dry pants on him I
rolled up the wet pair, stuffed them into the vanity behind a stack of towels
and instructed Mike, who was using some toilet paper to blow his nose, to
retrieve them after the party. I stood up and faced him. His eyes were
red, swollen and still glassy but he wasn’t crying anymore. His cheeks
were tear-stained and he needed to blow his nose again but otherwise he was
looking much calmer. I retrieved a rag from under the vanity,
soaked it with cold water and washed his face for him. After leaving the rag
on his eyes for a minute they looked much better. With one last blow of his
nose I asked him, “So Birthday boy, are you ready to go back to your
party?” He smiled with just one side of his mouth,
nodded and said, “I think so.” But then his face became screwed up again
and for a panic filled second, I thought he was going to start crying again
but he didn’t. Instead he asked me, “Don’t I know
you?” It was my turn to smile and to be cute I
said, “The names Bond, James Bond.” But Mike must not have been
ready for funny yet because he held that same peculiar expression. “Ok,
you got me. I’m not James Bond.” I said, this time taking his
hand and shaking it. “I’m Max, Max Riddle.” But my name didn’t seem to ring a
bell for him so I then said, “I’m friends with Mark from your
Judo class.” That did it. His eyebrows jumped on his
forehead. “No you’re not.” He said, “You’re
that guy from the hospital.” “Yeah that was me too.” I said
holding my hands up like I was surrendering. “Yeah I remember you!” He said
pointing at my face, “But you look different without all those red
swollen bumps.” I wish he would have left it at that but he
didn’t. “You also look so old now.” He
said and then blushed slightly when it dawned on him what he’d just
said. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like...” I cut him off, “Ah, don’t worry
about it.” I said with a smile. Absentmindedly, I stroked my own cheek with
my free hand; my other hand was still being grasped by Mike. “You look different too, I mean
without your casts and wheelchair.” Of course I also wanted to say that
he looked different without his diaper but I think that might have been
pushing it too far. Before the moment could become
uncomfortable again, I stepped to the side, clicked the lock in the middle of
the doorknob and pushed Mike out into the hallway. Mike kind of tensed up for a second but I
rubbed his shoulders, leaned down next to his ear and said, “Relax,
it’s a jamming party! Just go have fun! Oh, and Happy Birthday!” He looked over his shoulder, smiled and
started walking but stopped and turned to face me. “What?” I asked. “You’re shirt! It’s a
mess!” he said. I looked down at my own shirt. “Oh
yeah. I totally forgot that someone spilled their punch on me.” Mike took my hand and lead me back down the
hall, past his bedroom door and into what I could only assume was his parents
room. “Are your parents here
tonight?” I asked as we stepped into the room. “They are down in the
basement.” He said as he released his grip on my hand and crossed to
the wall of mirrored closet doors. “What are they doing in the
basement?” I asked. “Hanging out.” He said while
opening one of the doors and suddenly vanishing inside the closet. He reemerged a moment later holding a white
button up shirt. “Whoa, is that your
dad’s?” I asked, “I can’t ware your dad’s
clothes.” “It’s ok, he can’t wear
it anymore. He got too fat for the clothes in this side of the closet.”
He said as he handed me the shirt. I looked at my own stained shirt, then the
shirt in my hand before beginning my little strip show in front of Mike. “Wow that’s a nice
necklace!” Mike commented. “Oh, thanks. It’s actually my
older brothers but he let me wear it for the party.” I said, letting my
shirt fall to the floor. “Is that his watch too?” Mike
asked. I chuckled at the way Mike was trying to
make small talk. “Nah, I got this for Christmas.” I put on his father’s shirt which was
too big for me. But after I tucked it in and rolled the sleeves up it
didn’t look quite as big. Now that the two of us were presentable
again, we made our way back out into the crowd where he was swallowed up by
the throngs of people. Unfortunately, I didn’t see him again for the
remainder of the evening. Actually, I had also lost track of Mark and I made
a mental note that when I found him, I would thank him for dragging me to
this kick butt party. Of course, I never did tell Mark what happened between
Mike and me in the bathroom. That’s one secret that will forever remain
locked away within the vast recesses of my mind. The party was still going strong when it
was time for Mark and I to leave. I had hoped that
Mike would return with our coats but he didn’t. Instead, that same guy
with the green spiky hair brought us our coats. “Hey man, thanks for coming to my lil’ bro’s party.” He said sounding
like one of those stoner guys you seen in just about every teen movie. “Mike’s your brother?”
Mark asked and I was glad he had asked it so that I didn’t have too. “Yeah, most of the time he’s a
real turd, but I guess he deserves to celebrate turning thirteen in a big
way. Don’t you?” he asked while scanning the crowd. “Yeah, this is one heck of a
party.” I said. Then he looked right me. I had completely
forgot that I was wearing their dad’s shirt, so when he said to me,
“Oh hey man, you that dude what helped my lil’
bro tonight?” I think I may have blushed a
little, as I shyly smiled and nodded. He held up his knuckles for me to bump,
which I did. “Righteous! Mike told me about
it.” He said wanting to bump fists again. “Names Ryan, and thanks
for being so totally cool about it all dude. Oh yeah, I’ll make sure
you get your shirt back.” I tugged on his father shirt that I was
wearing, “Yeah and I’ll do that same.” “Nah man, you keep that. My old man
won’t ever miss it.” Ryan said as he handed me my coat. “Thanks again for coming,” Ryan
started to say, “and well, for everything you did for the little
turd.” This time I held my knuckles up for him to
bump and when he did, he again said, “Righteous!” Marks mom was already waiting in the car at
the end of the driveway. As we drove back to my house Mark and I didn’t
have a chance to talk because his mom was asking us all about the house, what
it looked like inside, if we saw any ghosts, and dumb stuff like that. I
don’t think she was serious about the ghost stuff but it was kind of
funny to think that even with everything that had happened inside the house,
I’d totally forgot that the place was supposedly haunted. I
couldn’t help wondering if I had remembered at the time, if I would
have gone back into Mike’s room and his parents’ bedroom. Yeah, I
probably would have gone but I probably would have been a lot more
apprehensive; well more then I had been at the time. ~ Twenty-Eighth Encounter ~ After what happened with Mike at the party,
an idea started brewing. I don’t think I slept much at all after the
party. My mind wouldn’t shut-off. I kept thinking about helping Mike
change out of his wet pants and SpongeBob underwear. I was also mulling over
my new idea so the follow day, when I ran into Mark I shared it with him. He
got excited and decided that it was an absolutely brilliant idea. He even
helped me refine it from an obscure idea into something that was totally
doable. If you’ve been reading about all my
close encounters with the diaper and wetting kind, you know that, more then
once now, I have found myself presented with an emergency wetting or pooping
situation and I’ve had to think fast to help out whoever it was. My
idea, originally, was to create some sort of Super Hero style utility diaper
belt thing that I could wear at all times incase I find myself faced with
another situation like what happened with Mike at the party or at the movies
that one time. As Mark and I talked it over we both agreed
that a diaper utility belt wouldn’t exactly be inconspicuous when you conceder
all the stuff that would be contained in it. Mark came up with a better idea
to get one of those backpacks that has a secret compartment in it where you
are supposed to keep your laptop computer. That evening, while Mark and I were in my
room talking about what sort of things to put into the emergency backpack my
sister came into my room carrying a green zippered three-ringed binder. “Hey thief.” She said. I should explain that my sister and I had a
bit of a tiff earlier in the day because she caught me in her room taking
notebook paper out of her desk drawer. Granted, I should have asked before
taking it, but she didn’t need to blow it up like she had just caught
me stealing the Declaration of Independence. She tossed the zippered binder at my head and
she didn’t do it nicely either but I did catch it before it collided
with my skull. “Hey! Watch it!” I snapped at
her. “You can have that and I put 500
sheets of college rule notebook paper in it for you. So don’t let me
catch you trying to rob paper from me again!” she said and then stormed
out before I could say anything else. “Whoa!” Mark said,
“You’ve got a cool sister.” I on the other hand was feeling rather
confused. I was both angry that she’d just tried to brain me with a
three-ring binder and shocked that she would do something so nice after
having just caught me stealing paper from her. “Uh, yeah.” I said, unzipping
the binder and seeing all the paper. “Boy, you are set for the rest of
High School.” Mark commented. But as I had the binder on my lap and
realizing that it was my sister’s binder from last year it struck me
how awesome it would be to have an emergency diaper kit that would fit into
something that could be disguised as a zippered three-ringed binder. The fact that I was thinking so hard was
evident even to Mark who kicked my shin, not hard mind you, only enough to
get my attention. “What?” he asked me, so I told
him what I was just thinking about. “Oh man, that would be so
cool.” Mark said pulling it out of my hands, “And you could still
keep it in the secret compartment of the backpack so that someone
doesn’t mistakenly try to look in it.” “Too bad it has those three rings in
it.” I said. Mark popped open the rings, took out all
the paper and handed the sheets too me without even looking at me. He was too
busy checking out the binder by flipping it this way and that. “I think if we could get these two
rivet things off then the whole metal part should come out.” Mark said
holding it open and pointing to one of the rivets that gleamed when the
bedroom light reflected off it. I took the notebook back so that I could
get a closer look. “Nah man, they are really in
there.” I said trying to pull the ring unit away from the zippered
cover. “Give it back a second.” Mark
said yanking it out of my hands. “Got a pocket knife or maybe even a
flat screwdriver?” “Um, I can get you both, which you
want?” I asked him already standing up and heading toward my bedroom
door. “Maybe both, and a hammer too if you
got one.” Mark said while continuing to examine the binder. I chuckled as I left him sitting on the
side of my bed while I went scavenging for tools. The screwdriver and hammer
I found in the junk-drawer in the kitchen. The pocket knife I got from off my
brother’s dresser. He wasn’t home. For the first time since his
surgery, he’d gone out with some of his friends and besides, I knew,
unlike my sister, he wouldn’t mind that I was in his room. It took Mark maybe only two minutes to pop
those two rivets and remove the whole three-ringed until from the cover. “Oh man Mark, you are a
wizard!” I said feeling around the inside of the spacious zippered
cover. “Ah, it was easy!” he said
which I knew wasn’t the truth because I’d just watched him do it
and it had looked extremely difficult to do. Right about then, Dad stepped into my room
wearing his overcoat. “Hi boys.” Dad said. “Hey dad!” I said. “Oh, hi Mr. Riddle.” Mark said
looking mildly guilty, which he didn’t need to be because we
weren’t exactly doing anything that could get us in trouble for. Dad reached up to his hat, pulled off a
partial handful of snow and threw it at Mark. It got him in the hair, face
and chest. “Ah no, that’s cold!”
Mark screamed as he recoiled backward across my bed. “Sorry to be the one to tell you
Mark, but you’re going to have to stay here tonight. The roads are
horrible out there. I saw five accidents on my way home.” “I better call my mom then.”
Mark said. “No need, she just called here
looking for you. I told her we’d let you sleep in the garage.”
Dad said trying to throw snow at me but missed by a mile. “Whoa, um, I got to sleep in the
garage?” Mark said gullibly. “Dude!” I said hitting him with
the notebook cover as he sat back up, “Dad was kidding!” I then
looked at dad, “Um, you were kidding right dad?” Dad cocked one eyebrow as he said,
“Well, I suppose you can sleep inside.” Mark was so funny! He sprang off my bed,
fell to his knees and was hugging my dad’s leg while blubbering,
“Oh thank you kind sir! And might I beg you for a morsel of food for my
belly is empty? Shall I go to bed hungry again?” Dad reached down, grabbed Mark by the hair
and lifted Mark off him. Of course dad didn’t really pull Mark’s
hair, the two of them just made it look that way. “I suppose next you’ll want to
wash yourself in MY tub!” dad said still holding Mark by the hair. “You mean, ‘GULP’ a
bath?” Mark said and it was so funny that I couldn’t help but
laugh. Dad let go of Marks hair and playfully
wiped it on his overcoat, perhaps two baths are in order. I was laughing so
hard I thought I was going to wet myself. “And you could probably use one
yourself, son of mine!” Dad said while giving me a disgusted look. Trying to stifle my giggles I said,
“Yes dear father! I shall go wash at once!” Dad left, leaving Mark and me falling all
over each other laughing. After dinner Mark took a shower and I took one
after him. Then the two of us spent the rest of the evening and much of the
night talking mostly about stupid stuff that seemed important at the time. The following day school was closed so Mark
and I started a snow shoveling business. During the night more then five
inches of snow had fallen but Mark and I found that on the opposite side of
the street from my house, the snow was more like a foot deep and sometimes
even deeper in places. That first day we raked in over forty-dollars and we
made that much half again the second day because it snowed a little more that
second night. Mark hadn’t slept over that second night though; however
we had already planned on getting up early to get a jump on shoveling. Sean showed up around lunch time but he
didn’t want any part of snow shoveling. He was more concerned with
throwing snowballs at us. Mark and I took a few minutes out of our busy work
to pelt Sean with a few dozen snowballs. Actually, that was really fun right
up to the point where Sean got in a lucky throw and nailed me right in the
face. “Sean! When I catch you, you’re
dead!” I shouted and took off running for him. Thankfully, the snow
drift Sean had been using as a snow shield also slowed him down enough to
allow me to catch up to him. When I was only a couple feet away from him I
leapt into the air and pounced on him like a snow leopard. As I leapt onto him he screeched like a
barn owl. I sat on his back, shoved his face first into the snow and said, “Thought
you would get away with ambushing us huh?” He struggled to get away and nearly folded
himself in half backwards so that he could get his face out of the snow to
breathe. “Max you’re crushing me!”
He whined but he should have saved his breath because I had him right where I
wanted him. I dug my fingers into the sides of his thick wool coat and began
tickling his ribs. When he started to scream I slid my butt so that I was
nearly sitting on his shoulder blades. His face was forced back into the snow. Mark caught up to us, his entire front was
covered in snow and I knew he’d taken a nose dive into the snow while
trying to race over. “Hold him down!” Mark cheered. “What do you think I’m doing?
Taking a nap?” I said as Sean once again was able to lift his face out
of the snow; but only barely. “Get off me!” Sean screamed. Mark dropped to his knees, yanked off his
right glove and before Sean or I knew what was happening, Mark had pulled
open the back of Sean’s pants and GoodNite, exposing Sean’s
gleaming white butt which was nearly as white as the snow around us. Mark
began shoveling snow into Seans
pants with his one gloved hand while Sean screamed for us to stop. With the back of his GoodNite packed with
snow, Mark and I hurdled ourselves off of him. Sean quickly got to his feet;
his face was streaked with frozen tears. Snow was caked to his eyebrows and
the front of his hair. During the struggle he’d lost his hat. He called
us a couple of buttheads and ran away. Mark and I were falling all over each other
laughing. “Oh man that was funny!” Mark roared. From a distance Sean’s voice carried
across the frosty air, “I hate you guys!” It seemed to take forever for the two of us
to be able to stand again and get back to shoveling snow. Every time
we’d stop laughing we’d look at each other and start all over
again. We took great delight in telling and retelling the tail to each other. “You know we’re going to have
to watch our backs now.” I told Mark “He’s going to get
even with us!” Mark began laughing again, slipped on a
small patch of ice and his feet went flying into the air. He hit the sidewalk
all the while still laughing his head off. “You alright?” I asked him. “Stop making me laugh!” he
groaned and laughed at the same time. Mark got back to his feet. He was holding
his butt and snorting with laughter. It almost looked like he wanted to say
something but couldn’t stop himself from giggling long enough to put
two words together. “What?” I asked him as I tried
so very hard not to laugh but failed miserably. He took a deep breath and blurted out,
“I bet Jack Frost is nipping at more then his nose by now!” I snorted too and fell over sideways into
the snow. “Oh Please stop!” I too was holding my stomach and
doubled over, “Bet he’s cheeks are nice rosy!” “My butt hurts!” Mark chuckled. “My stomach hurts!” I laughed. The two of us carried on like that the rest
of the morning. ~ Twenty-Ninth Encounter ~ That second day, a while after lunch, Mark
and I had shoveled so many walks that we had plowed all the way over to Mike
Rabur’s house. However, we didn’t shovel their sidewalk, because
Mike’s father owns one of those enormous self propelled snow blowers
and had already cleared their driveway and sidewalks. Mr. Rabur had even
cleared a path through the snow all the way around their house, sort of like
a two-foot-wide snow moat. I’m not sure why he did that, but it looked
cool. Even though we didn’t get any money
out of Mike’s dad, we did manage to hire his son away for the remainder
of the day. Mike had seen us shoveling the neighbors’ driveway and came
out to see us. Mark asked him if he wanted to help and without hesitation he
jumped right in with gusto. You know, at first I thought maybe Mike
might be freaked-out after what had happened at the party. I mean, I’d
not only seen him in wet pants, but I’d also seen him naked.
Conversely, Mike acted as though absolutely nothing had happened. Moreover,
he acted like the three of us had been friends all our lives. I’m not sure about Mark, but I had
completely forgotten that we were supposed to be watching out for Sean. My
guard was completely down as the three of us shoveled snow, talked and
laughed a lot. Mike and I were shoveling out an old ladies sidewalk from her
door to her driveway while Mark was down by the street shoveling out the
driveway apron that had been buried by the snow plow. We weren’t really
paying much attention to Mark until we heard a blood curdling battle cry.
Mike and I turned to see Sean on top of Mark who was lying upside down
against one side of the snow mound. Before we could react, Sean sprang to his
feet and ran off again. By the time we got to Mark he was already staggering
to his feet and that is when we saw what Sean had done to him. Like some sort of demented snow Ninja, Sean
had snuck up on the unsuspecting Mark, tackled him from behind and pulled a
half frozen, used GoodNite over Marks head. Mike stood there looking utterly
shocked and confused while I fell to the ground laughing my butt off! “I told you! I told you!” I
blasted though my laughter, “I told you he’d get revenge!” “That little...” Mark started
to say. “Is that...” Mike began,
“Oh sick! It is!” Mike looked like he was going to be sick as
he said, “That’s ghastly! W-w-why would someone do that?!” “He’s a friend of ours.”
I said. “A friend?!” Mike exclaimed. “Well he was!” Mark said under
his breath as he threw the GoodNite down on the ground. It made a semi-loud
squishing sound which caused me to double over again with laughter. “Oh that sounded wet!” Mike
said and I think I saw a hint of a smile. I explained to him how Sean had ambushed us
earlier and how Mark and I had jumped Sean and filled his pants with snow.
However, I purposefully left out the part about Sean’s GoodNite. “Yeah, but still!” Mike said,
“He put a wet diaper on Mark’s head!” Mark stomped on it, “It’s not a
diaper! It’s a GoodNite!” Despite the fact that Mark had just worn
one of Sean’s pee soaked GoodNite for a hat, I don’t think he
should have ousted Sean like he did next but at least when he did so, he also ousted himself to Mike. Mark tried to wash some of the pee out of
his hair using snow while saying, “Just wait! I’m going to
mummify that bedwetter’s head with one of my big wet Tena diapers the
next time I see him!” Shocked that Mark would say something like
that, I looked to Mike to be sure he’d actually heard it. Boy did he ever! Mike’s eyes were the size of car tires and
his mouth was hanging wide open. Mark realized too late what he’d said
and the look on his face was just as mortified, if not more so, than Mikes
was. I started speaking without really thinking
about what I was saying. Without spilling Mike’s secret, I told him
about Mark and Sean’s problem and that it was a, ‘Super-ultra-high,
top-secret, we’d-have-to-kill-you-chop-you-to-bits-and-feed-you-to-a-fat-woman-who’d-poop-you-out-if-you-ever-tell,’
kind of secret. Amazingly, Mike smiled and asked me,
“So they wet like me?” Just like that, all three of their secrets
were out. In an instant every bit of the uncomfortable tension dissipated
into the winter air. For the remainder of the day the three of
us worked like machines. The subject of our conversation didn’t waiver,
all we talked about was wetting, diapers and sharing our most embarrassing
wetting memories. Of course I didn’t have any since I don’t share
their problem but I did tell about the time I wore Mark’s wet pants.
Actually, I’ve done that on many occasions now, but I only told Mike
about the first time. As we were shoveling our second sidewalk as
a team of three Mike stopped, leaned on the snow shovel and asked, “So
are all three of you Teen-Babies then?” Hearing it put so bluntly made it sound so,
well, perverted. Mark was the first to answer. “No!” He said strongly,
“I wish I didn’t have to wear these stupid things but it’s
better then walking around with wet pants all day.” I was getting ready to explain to Mike yet
again that I don’t wear diapers and I don’t wet my pants but I
didn’t have too. Mark spoke up yet again. “And Max doesn’t were diapers
like we do.” He said motioning to Mike and himself. “He’s
just...” he faltered while searching for the right word. Mike jumped back in with, “Oh I get
it! Then you’re a daddy!” he said to me. “What?” Mark and I exclaimed in
unison. “You just like caring for people who
wear diapers.” He said. It was hard to believe that Mike was only
thirteen-years-old because he sounded much older and more educated on the
subject than Mark or me. Talk about being in the hot seat! Now Mark
was staring at me the same way Mike was. “You know something Mike? I think maybe
you’ve figured Max out to a tee!” Mark said with a humorous huff. Mark shoveled up a mound of snow and lobbed
it at me, “Daddy Max!” he teased. “Oh shut up and get back to
work!” I said. “Ok daddy!” Mike taunted too as
he quickly began shoveling snow again. As we worked and talked, we all kept a
watchful eye out for another sneak attack by Sean. I assumed that Mark was in
the clear now, he’d received his payback but I feared that I was still
on Sean’s hit list. However, we didn’t see any sign of Sean the
rest of the day. In a way, I wish he would have just got it over with, so
that I wouldn’t have to spend another day looking over my shoulder
wherever I went. ~ Thirtieth Encounter ~ Even after we gave Mike his share of the
money the three of us had made that second afternoon, Mark and I still had
over ninety-dollars between the two of us. Mark tried to insist that I keep
all of it to use for the Super Hero Diaper Kit supplies, but I forced him to
take his share anyway. By force, I mean that I tackled him to the floor and
tickled his arm pits until he peed and agreed to take the money. Unfortunately, the next day, school
reopened again; otherwise Mark and I probably would have continued our little
enterprise even though the snow was getting harder to shovel with each
passing day. After suffering through that first day back
to school, Mark met up with me after his Judo lesson and the two of us made
our way up to the corner drug store to purchase the supplies we’d need
for the kit. We found some of the best stuff for putting inside an emergency
diapering kit. Tiny travel packages of baby wipes that had
three wipes per sealed package. They were only two dollars and ninety-nine
cents for a box of ten packages. We bought all that they had of those. Diapers were probably the most difficult
because there are so many different sizes. The problem was, how do we fit one
of every size diaper into the zippered binder cover? After looking at all the
different packages of diapers Mark and I finally gave up on those for the
time being. Instead, we focused on the other items we would need such as
powder, rash cream, Vaseline, Zip-Lock storage bags for soiled diapers and a
changing pad. I hadn’t thought about including a changing pad but Mark
said we diffidently had to have one of those. We found one that was clear
with blue stars, pink flowers and yellow bowties all around the edges. The
good thing was that it was thin, yet strong vinyl and when folded, it hardly
took up much space at all. “Boy Mark! This is going to be perfect!”
I told him as I dropped the pad into our shopping cart. “Maybe we should get two,” Mark
said, “So that you’ll have a spear, incase you need it
later.” Once we were sure we had everything we
might need, we had to return to the problem of which diapers to get. The two
of us stood in the diaper isle looking at the endless choices of diapers and
feeling completely overwhelmed. “Maybe we should just get one package
of the biggest size?” Mark suggested. “Well, then I might end up in the
same situation I did at the movies that one time. Your diaper was absolutely
huge on that kid.” I said. “Oh yeah, I remember that! What was
his name again?” Mark asked. I bent down to read the smaller writing on
the back of a package of Pampers Size-7 and without really thinking about it,
I answered Mark’s question. “Eben Maximillian Orric Jr.” I
said. “Wow Max! Do you remember everyone
you ever had an encounter with?” Mark said and the tone of his voice
made me wonder if he was attempting to tease me a little. When it was clear that I wasn’t going
to answer him, he said with a whine, “Even if it was too big, at least
one of my diapers worked.” That was when a lady that worked at the
Drug Store walked up to us and asked if she could help us. I, of course,
turned twelve shades of red but Mark didn’t. He spoke right up and I
thought I was going to have a stroke. “We’re trying to invent an
emergency diaper kit for parents to use but we don’t have enough room
to put in every size of diaper.” He said as simply as if asking where
the athlete’s foot-powder was at. The store lady looked at the two of us and
for the first time I started to question this whole diaper infatuation I
have. If she hadn’t spoke-up when she did, I think I might have run out
of the store and never return again. Sounding just a bit skeptical, she asked,
“Is this something you’re doing for school?” “Uh, yeah. It’s for Home
Economics class.” I quickly lied, “Everyone has to come up with
something to help new parents and this is what we got stuck with.” “I swear! The things teachers are
coming up with these days. You know, I’ve had three others in here this
week with outlandish school projects. Oh well then, let’s see what we
can come up with.” She said and I found myself wondering what sort of
project those other’s had to do for school and if it had anything to do
with diapers. “I’m assuming you want to stick
with something that’s disposable?” she asked, directing her
question at Mark because I was too busy looking at the floor. “Well yeah, I guess so.” Mark
answered while looking to me for confirmation. I think I might have nodded or shrugged or
something. “Because a cloth diaper would pretty
much be one size fits all.” She said but then countered her own comment
with, “However, plastic pants wouldn’t be.” The lady fingered that little divot below
her nose while thinking out loud, “And besides, cloth would probably be
too bulky for what you are trying to do.” “If only they made a one size fits
all disposable diaper.” Mark said not realizing that his thought had
been said out loud. The lady suddenly brightened up, snapped
her fingers and said, “Wait right here. I think we might have something
in the back room. I’ll only be a minute. She was gone a lot longer then a minute,
try ten minutes! “Why’d you have to go and tell her
all that for?” I said backhanding Mark on the arm. Mark flinched and grabbed his arm as though
I’d just punched him as hard as I could. “What’s the matter with you? I
barely touched you.” I said still upset with him. He shook out his arm and continued to rub
the spot I’d hit. “Must be sore from Judo class.” He said
and at the time I accepted it but a time was coming when I’d think back
on this moment and realize that there was more to it then just sore muscles
from working out. The lady finally returned with her arms
loaded. “We just got these in, they’re
new sample packs.” She said handing us both one of the yellow boxes. “They’re the new adjustable
briefs from Attends. And well, they are not really one-size-fits all,”
she said while bobbing her head from side to side, “but they do come in
two youth sizes, which is what I brought out for you. Small to medium,
that’s what you have there. Then there are these...” she handed
us both a blue box which read, LG/XLG. “Like I said, these are the sample
packages, they are individually wrapped and you could put one of each size
into your diaper kit thing.” She said and I couldn’t help
noticing that she seemed a little too eager about all this. Forgetting that I was supposed to be
feeling embarrassed I exclaimed, “Wow, thanks! These will be
perfect!” Mark asked a really good question,
“How much do they cost?” “Well these are just samples that
we’re supposed to give out to anyone that buys diapers. I don’t
think we’re supposed to start that promotion until next month.”
She said dropping into our tiny drug story shopping cart all
that she had in her arms. “They are really free?” I
asked. “Yep!” she said with a toothy
smile and then she got serious, “But don’t let my boss know I let
you have them.” “Wow! Thanks so very much!”
Mark exclaimed. I’m sure he hadn’t meant for it to come out
sounding so fruity, but it did. “Yeah, thanks!” I said too and
then something struck me. My story was that Mark and I were making just one
of these kits for school. But the lady had given us enough to make at least a
dozen kits. I felt that I needed to say something. “Um, but I don’t think we need
that many samples for our school project.” I said trying to not look at
Mark, who I knew was looking at me in disbelief. She smiled again and said, “Oh well,
whatever you don’t use, just give to someone that can use them.
We’ve got hundreds more back there still.” And with that, Mark and I started to head
for the checkout register. We were about half way up the candy isle when Mark
stopped me. “Since we have so many free diapers,
why don’t we make more then one kit?” he said in a soft whisper. “But I don’t have another
binder.” I commented. He poked me in the forehead, “Hello,
we can buy another one!” “Can you believe our luck?”
Mark asked as we headed over to the school supplies isle. “I don’t know about you, but I
thought I was going to die when that lady walked up to us.” I laughed
and wiped the sweat from my upper lip. “Yeah, you looked like your head was
going to explode or something!” Mark said as he nudged me with his
elbow. We made our second trip through the store,
making sure we had at least two of everything. Most of the stuff we had a lot
more then just two. I wasn’t going to need to go supply shopping again
for a while, that was for sure. Thankfully, no one saw us as we arrived
home and carried our supplies to my room. However, to be safe, once we were
in my room I closed the door and shoved my desk chair under the knob to keep
anyone from coming in and seeing all that stuff. The rest of our afternoon was spent getting
all that stuff situated inside the zippered binder cover. It bulged a little
but it closed and anyone that saw it would think it was just another notebook.
And once we put it into the computer compartment of the new backpack that
Mark had brought over, no one would ever know I had it. I switched out all my school books from my
old book bag into the new backpack and once I’d returned the chair to
my desk I hung the backpack on it. We stashed all the extra supplies under my
dresser. I discovered a very long time ago, that if I pull out my dresser,
there is a small area under the bottom drawer that is open from the back.
From the front you can’t see that small area, so it is a perfect place
to hide things I don’t want mom and dad to see. Such as girly magazines
and now my secret stash of emergency diaper kit supplies. ~ Thirty-First Encounter ~ This next encounter happened on a Saturday
at K-Mart. And yes, it is the same K-Mart where I had my very first encounter
so long ago but this wasn’t an encounter like any I’ve had
before. To be honest, I hope I never have an encounter like it again. OK, let
me explain. My dad had brought me to the store with him
because he was getting a new Microwave for our kitchen. I have no idea why he
dragged me along, maybe he thought he would need my help carrying it or
something. On Friday morning, when my sister was trying to defrost a loaf of
bread, our old microwave up and died with no warning what-so-ever. Now, my
sister and I know why it died, but with a single glace at each other
we’d promised never to tell our parents why. So, I guess I’m
telling now; let’s hope that my mom and dad or my sister never read
this. When she put the frozen bread into the microwave she had left the metal
twist-tie on it and didn’t pay attention to it after hitting the
‘Start’ button. Boy, that little wire-twist-tie was sparking and
shooting off a lightshow worthy of a Washington D.C. Fourth of July
extravaganza. I was so captivated by the light show that it didn’t occur
to me right away to get up from the table and turn it off. I watched the
shower of parks at least ten or twenty seconds before I shouted at my sister
to turn the microwave off. However, it was too late; as she was reaching for
the ‘Stop’ button it made a clicking sound and turned itself off.
Boy, you never smelled such a stink in your life. It was like hot metal,
melted plastic and burnt toast. When dad came to see what was making the
awful smell I think we both expected him to hit the roof, but instead he
said, “Alright, which one of you two farted? And don’t try to
tell me it was your sister because I already know that girls don’t
fart!” and he punctuated it by smacking me playfully on the back of my
head. Luckily, my sister had the forethought to
remove the loaf and toss it into the trash before dad came in, so I
don’t think he ever knew just what ‘caused the problem. Now, dad is the sort of guy, who can't just
buy something; he has to look at every single model and compare every tiny
aspect. I suppose that's a good thing, but not when you have to stand around
waiting on him for hours... and I do mean HOURS! I was so relieved when dad turned to me in
the store and said, "You look bored, why don't you go over to the
sporting goods and I'll come get you when I'm ready." I didn't even hesitate. I was off like a
shot, weaving between customer’s carts and racing down unoccupied
isles. Now I have been begging my parents for a
paintball gun for a while now and every chance I get I like to go ogle them.
That's just what I had in mind. "Oh man, the Spyder
Sonix with semi-auto action and," I was
reading the package out loud, "power feed! And oh my
gosh, it's on sale!!!" "Top of the line!" someone said
and I think I jumped as I spun around in shock. It was a Hispanic boy, maybe twelve years
old with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He had the biggest lips I had
ever seen on a guy before and his eyelashes were so long that they didn't
look real. He laughed when he realized that he'd startled me. "Sorry, didn't know someone was
listening." I said while trying to recover my composure. "I have two!" he said. "Two what?" I asked not realizing
right away that he had meant the Spyder Sonix paintball gun. "The gun, I have two; One’s red
and one’s blue with the black rubber grips." he clarified. I think I was still feeling a little
startled because I didn’t respond right away. "Oh yeah, play all the time
too.” He gloated, “I am the best! No one can beat me ever!" I was beginning to believe that I was being
fed a line of bull but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I mean, I didn't
know him from Adam, so how did I know if he was lying or not. Anyway, the kid went on and on telling me
how good he was, and how he had won all these paintball competition trophies.
Heck, I just wanted to look at the guns; I didn't want to hear how he single
handedly beat six tenth graders last weekend. He picked up a package of four
blue and gold colored paintballs. "See these?" he said handing the
package up to me. "These have a kind of pepper in them so that when you
get hit, you really go down. Only the real experienced players use them. I
use them almost all the time." he said and I couldn't take anymore of
the kid; I mean a guy can only take so much crap before everything starts to
stink like a landfill of used disposable diapers. "Hey, I got to go; my dad's probably
waiting for me." I said and took off before he could start talking
again. I was surprised to find my dad had made a
selection and was about to come get me when I arrived in the appliance
department. "Oh there you are Max, you're just in
time." dad said. "So, did you get the white one?"
I asked and I shouldn't have because dad started into the whole spiel about
why the one he selected was so much better then any of the others and how he
managed to get a deal on it. All the way up to the checkout he went on and on
and heck, I didn't know half of what he was talking about most of the time. "Zip your coat up, it's cold our
there." dad said as he was swiping his credit card. "Yeah, yeah." I mumbled to
myself. We started to leave but as I was starting
through the door that stupid anti-theft metal detector thing went off. I
figured that it was the microwave that done it but after the lady at the
checkout counter swiped it again it set off the alarm a second time. This skinny guy came over and took the box
out of our cart, he couldn’t have been 18 yet, but he acted like he was
the king of K-Mart. His name tag said, Assistant Day Manager in Training. He
walked it through the doors without the alarm sounding. I don't know where
the two guys in suits came from and though they didn't have any nametags on,
I could tell that they were store security. I’m sure you know the
type... cheep department story suits, bad hair cuts and a holier then thou
look about them. It’s embarrassing enough when the
door alarm goes off and everyone within eye shot stairs at you, but to have
security ask you to step away from the doors loud enough for all to hear is
just humiliating. I mean they automatically treat you like you’re a
harden criminal. You might also remember that my dad is a
criminal defense trial lawyer and he can argue like no bodies business. All
through his high school and college years my father was on his school debate
team which means he’s a highly experienced arguer. If you ask my dad
what sort of degrees he has, he’ll tell you that he has a PhD in B.S.-ology. But I have since learned that you can’t
argue with K-Mart security guys that think they are Clint Eastwood, Sylvester
Stallone, and Al Pacino all wrapped into one bundle and stuffed into a cheep
K-Mart suit. In hindsight, arguing with them
wasn’t the best move to make because dad was just causing a scene. One
of the security guys said to dad, “Listen, if you don’t calm down
we’re going to have to phone the police.” “By all means! Please, PLEASE call
the police!” Dad shouted and all I wanted to do was find somewhere to
hide. As it was I had the hood of my coat pulled over my head and down over
my face as much as possible but I could still feel the other customers’
eyes boring holes through my coat. To make a long, drawn out scene shorter,
the police came and both dad and I were escorted to the back of the store to
a tiny employee lunch room. When the police found out who my dad was, they
seemed to switch sides and were trying to calm the K-Mart people down. I felt so intimidated and my heart was
racing a million beats per minute. I was staying behind my dad, away from
everyone and I guess I said something because everyone stopped to look at me.
The next think I knew I was laying on the floor with a paramedic leaning over
me taking my blood pressure. “There he is!” someone out of
view said. “Dad?” I whimpered sounding
like a scared little child. Dad’s voice couldn’t have
sounded calmer, “I’m right here Max; you’re ok. You just
fainted.” The paramedic that was checking me out
asked, “Can you tell me your name?” “Maxwell L. Riddle,” I
answered. “Good,” the paramedic said,
“And what’s the L stand for?” Now, I don’t actually remember saying
this, but dad swears I told the guy, “None of your damn
business!” Someone laughed, “Yeah, he’ll
be fine.” “M-my head is cold,” I said. “That’s because your head is
resting on an ice pack.” the paramedic told me. “Did I hit my head?” I groaned
as I tried to move and a pain like an electric shock exploded within my
skull. Dad chuckled and said, “You nearly
broke their floor with that hard head of yours.” I laughed and then moaned from the pain,
“Dad, don't take this the wrong way, but you're nuts! Dad then said, “Oh, you sound just
like the toaster!” And made me laugh again. Someone was kneeling to my right, but they
had their back to me doing something. It took a second to realize that it was
the other paramedic. When he turned around he didn’t look very old.
Actually, except for the cheesy porn star mustache, he looked like he could
still be in high school. He wiped the inside of my right elbow with a cotton
swab and then turned away again. Dad made the comment, “Get ready for
the ouchy!” “This won’t hurt a bit,”
The guy said with his back still to me. I had to hazard another peek and
noticed that his shirt had ridden up in the back. When I looked closer I saw
that his underwear didn’t look like underwear at all. It looked kind of
shiny, like... He had turned back toward me and stuck me with a needle even
before I knew he was going to do it. “Hotchie Motchie!” I exclaimed and made everyone laugh.
“Dang dude! Warn a body next time would ya?” When he turned away again I got another
look and was sure it was a diaper, but then my dad leaned over me and asked,
“You doing ok champ?” “Me? Oh yeah, you know just needed a lil’ nap.” I joked. “Well, would you look at that!”
someone else said. I lifted my head slightly and saw that it
was that same skinny assistant manager guy. He bent down and it felt like he
was trying to take my shoe off my foot. As he stood back up he held out a
small black rectangular thing. “Boy!” Dad said looking right
into my eyes, “If you weren’t already hurt, I’d beat you
till you couldn’t grow anymore.” “What?” I said not realizing
that I’d had one of those security scanning devises stuck to the bottom
of my shoe. “He must have stepped on it somewhere
in the store.” The skinny guy commented. He then promptly apologized to
my dad and me. I guess the fact that I’d fainted had everyone
associated with K-Mart concerned. However, I don’t think their concern
was for my well being as much as the fear that my father would sue them for
everything they had and then some. Normally, I wouldn’t have been too
happy with the fact that I had to go to the hospital in the ambulance to get
my head checked out. However, seeing how I might get a chance to see more of
the medics diaper was more than enough to counter my dread of going to the
emergency room. Maybe they were worried that if they told
me how hurt I was I might faint again or worse; and that is why they
didn’t share with me that I did more then just hit my head on the
floor. Once in the hospital emergency room I learned that I had cracked the
back of my skull completely open and had bled quite a bit. Dad also told me
that before I came too I had, had a small seizure. Unfortunately, the
diapered medic wasn’t the one that road in the back with me; he had
climbed into the drivers seat. Aside from the brief moment when he and his partner
wheeled me into the emergency room, I didn’t get to see him again. ~ Thirty-Second Encounter ~ While all the Kings Horseman and all the
Kings Men attempted to put my head back together again, I happen to have yet
another hospital encounter. Yeah, no kidding! Maybe it’s a sign that I
should study medicine when I go to college? Anyway, the encounter was quite
brief and I never actually saw the diaper but I did hear about it. I was lying on my stomach on the rolling
bed in the elevator. Some guy was taking me to have my head x-rayed and we
weren’t alone in the elevator. There was a fairly attractive lady
present. I guessed she was in her mid-thirties, with long shiny rust colored
hair and pale, glowing skin. Although she looked worried and tired, she still
looked pretty dang hot to me. I assumed that the girl and boy standing in
front of her were her daughter and son. I mean, wouldn’t you? The girl was only tall enough for me to see
her head from her lips up. She looked like a smaller version of her mother
but with shorter hair. The boy too was rather pleasing to the eyes, (oh god
did I really just say that?) with his rust colored hair which he wore parted
on one side. However, his most prominent feature was his heavily freckled
nose. In another place and time I probably would have made some kind of wise
crack about him looking like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. The boy glanced my way and we made
momentary eye contact. He smiled politely but I can’t remember if I
smiled back. I mean, I was suffering from a head injury, so cut me some slack
here. He looked fairly young but not too young. Like I said before, I’m
a bad judge of peoples age, however I would hazard to guess that he was maybe
eight or nine years old but his eyes looked much older then that. A shiver ran through me and the Orderly who
was talking me to get x-rayed patting my back and asked me, “You doing
ok?” “Huh, oh yeah but I’m
cold.” I mumbled. “That’s probably the ice
pack.” He said and tucked the thin blanket up around my neck,
“When we get up to x-ray they have some nice warm blankets. I’ll
get you one.” The boy and I made eye contact again. This
time he didn’t smile. He looked worried, or concerned about something.
I watched as he turned toward his mother and motioned for her to bend down to
his level. Cupping his hands around his mouth he whispered, “I had an
accident again.” Although he thought he was whispering, it was actually
pretty loud. Even his young sister had looked at him and gave him a disgusted
look. I was so disappointed when the elevator
doors opened and they got out. My chauffer and I had to go up one more floor,
so that ended that ever so brief encounter. ~ Thirty-Third Encounter ~ I am not sure if this next encounter
actually happened or not I was just so out of it that I can’t be sure I
didn’t imagine the whole thing. I was parked in the hallway while the
orderly fetched me a nice warm blanket. Oh it felt so good when he laid it
over me. “How’s that?” he asked. “Cozy.” I hummed. “I’ll be back to get you when
their done taking your picture, ok.” He said with a jovial grin as he
tucking the blanket under my chin for me. “Sure, don’t worry about
me.” I said trying to be amusing, “I’ll just be hanging out
here ‘til you get back.” This is the part that I’m not sure
happened or not. While waiting my turn, two others were wheeled up; one was
an old lady on a bed like mine. I only got to see her as she was wheeled past
me but in that brief moment I saw that she looked very old and I didn’t
have to see her to know that she was sawing some major logs. The other to
arrive was a boy who looked to be about my age and he was in a wheelchair.
Unlike the lady who had been parked behind me, he was placed so that he and I
could see each other. “What you in for?” he asked
with a sniffle. He looked like he’d recently been crying and it was
clear to see why. Both of his arms were wrapped up like a mummy and he
wasn’t wearing a shirt or hospital gown so I could see that his chest
was covered with a large square bandage. “Hit my head.” I told him,
“What happened to you?” “Neighbors dog attacked “Looks painful,” I said. His face contorted as he said, “It
is. And this chair isn’t nearly killed my butt.” I rolled my eyes slightly to the side and
waves of pain radiated from the back of my head. I closed my eyes and tried
to suffer through it. When I opened them again the boy was squirming around
in his chair trying to make himself more comfortable. That is when the
blanket which had been covering his lap and legs fell away revealing... yep
you guess it, a diaper. But it wasn’t a green hospital style disposable
diaper like I would have expected. It was white and extremely thick looking.
It also sat high on his abdomen and there was so much padding in the middle that
he was forced to keep his knees apart. It’s not really important but I
also noticed that his legs had bandages on them too. I guess that dog really
tore into him. You would expect that the poor guy would
have died of embarrassment but he didn’t. He simply looked down at the
fallen blanket, then to me and that is when he winked at me. Honest, he
winked as though he knew that I was enraptured. I closed my eyes for a moment
and when I opened them again, the blanket was back on him where it had been
before. A moment or two later some lady came and took him away; leaving me to
lie there and wonder if the whole thing had really happened or if I dreamt it
all. ~ Thirty-Fourth Encounter ~ Apparently, I slept all the way through the
whole x-ray procedure because I don’t remember any of it at all. I woke
up back in the ER of Providence University Hospital, the same hospital my
brother had been in only a few weeks before. When I woke up Dad and mom were both there
looking really worried but relieved? The first thing dad said was,
“What are you doing lying around when there are sidewalks needing
shoveled.” OK, it was funny after I realized where I
was but at first I thought he was serious. “Am I ok?” I asked but neither
got to answer because right then my doctor came threw the curtain. “Hey he’s awake.” the
doctor said and then she asked, “How are you feeling.” I guess I was still confused because all I
said was, “Huh?” “Can you tell me your name?” she
asked. “Max,” I answered. “Max, do you know what day it
is?” she asked next. I thought about it for a second and tried
to shake my head 'no', but couldn’t. I tried to reach up to see what
was inhibiting my head movement and felt plastic. “That’s to keep your head
still.” She said. “HOLY SHIT!” I screamed
“IS MY NECK BROKEN?!” The doctor took hold of both of my hands
because I’d tried to reach up and pull at the plastic collar. “Whoa, whoa, calm down. Except for
year skull, you don’t have any broken bones.” She said, “I
promise you are ok! It’s just a precaution. You had a small seizure and
took a tumble outside of radiology but you are just fine.” “I fell?” I asked not really
expecting an answer. I didn’t get one either. I calmed down after that and allowed her to
check me out all over. I didn’t even care that she was a woman and boy
I was relieved when everywhere she touched on me didn’t hurt except for
my head which was hurting pretty bad. Finally, she shined her pin light in my
eyes, and said, “Nice peepers.” “Thanks,” I said dismissively,
“Can we take this dang thing off now?” “No, I think that it would be better
for you to keep that on for a few days and then we’ll see about getting
you something a bit more comfortable.” She stuck that pin light back
into her pocket before saying, “You’ll probably have some
residual pain. I mean, you jarred your neck about as badly as you could
without actually breaking anything.” Without telling me she was going to do so, she
ran the top of her ink pen across the bottom of my left foot. My whole body
shook from being tickled and for the first time I felt a bite of pain in my
neck like a vampire had taken a chomp out of me. “Son of a bitch!” I said not
even knowing that I’d said anything. “Sorry about that, but I needed to be
sure your reactions were good.” She said. “Were they?” Mom asked and I
didn’t miss that she didn’t sound too good herself. “Yeah, well don’t do that
again!” I snapped at the doctor angrily. She laughed in a high tone chipmunk sort of
way and then the skank tickled my other foot. “God-dammit!
Stop that you cock sucker!” I swore and this time I knew I’d
cussed and boy was I mad. That second time hurt more than the first and even
caused me to see stars for a minute or two. “I’m sorry Max,” she said
but there was something in her voice that didn’t sound right. I
didn’t pick up on it right away but she asked my mom and dad to step
outside of the curtain for a minute so that she could talk with them; that
was when I realized that maybe I wasn’t ok. I was immensely relieved when all three
came back in a couple minutes later and the doctor told me that they were
going to get me a room upstairs. “We’d like to keep an eye on
you for a few days.” She said and then flashed me a smile but I
didn’t return it because I was still upset about the whole tickling
thing. “If you are as lively as you seem to be right now, I might just
let you go home in a few days.” As the doctor was leaving this really cute
black nurse walked in; I’m talking HUBBA-HUBBA here! The doctor told
her something and she went over, put something into the IV that until then,
I’d not known was stuck into my arm and before the nurse left, I out
cold again. I later learned that besides pulling some
of the muscles in my neck, I had some brain swelling and it was causing some
odd side effects. For example, I was finding it difficult to see far away but
that cleared up after the first day in my new hospital room. More concernedly
was my problem with cussing. It was really weird because even though I knew I
was doing it, I couldn’t actually stop myself. And my moods didn’t
seem to exactly match what I was feeling at the time. My doctor assured us
that I’d be fine after the swelling went down but it was still
unnerving. Now I’m sure you are thinking that
the head injury might have caused me to begin having wetting problems which meant
that the nurses had to diaper me but I’m sorry to disappoint you. That
sort of stuff only happens in Internet diaper stories. For the first two days
I had a catheter inside of me that I was peeing through. Thank god I was
asleep when they put it in; I can only imagine how much that would’ve
hurt. An hour after they took it out I peed like normal. OK, normal
isn’t exactly right because normal would have been me getting out of
bed on my own, walking to the bathroom on my own, standing in front of the
toilet on my own and peeing on my own. That’s not how it went down. I buzzed the nurse who appeared about five
minutes later. When I told her I needed to pee she handed me a funky looking
cardboard container. “What the hell am I supposed to do
with dam this?” I asked and instantly felt bad for yelling and cussing.
The nurses all knew I was having trouble with the cussing so they were being
extremely nice about it but still I felt bad. I guess feeling bad was a good
sign. She explained to me how the pee bottle was
to be used and asked if I needed help; of course I told her no. There was no
way I was going to ask her to hold my penis while I peed into a cardboard
bottle. It was humiliating enough to be awake when they took the catheter
out. After ten minutes of unsuccessfully trying to pee while sitting up in
bed I gave up and buzzed the nurse again. “All done?” she asked. “I can’t do it.” I
confessed. I was so relieved when she offered,
“If I help you to the bathroom do you think you can go in there?” “Yeah, I think so.” I said. She was really cool about it and
didn’t even say anything when my gown rode up, exposing my package for
her to see. Oh man, I thought I would die but she quietly pulled my gown back
down, draped my arms over her neck and helped me to my feet. At first my legs felt wobbly but then I was
good and could stand on my own. Walking on the other hand proved to be more
than a little difficult but the nurse was kind and let me take it nice and
slow. I felt like a little kid learning to walk for the first time. I had to
mentally instruct myself to put one foot in front of the other and even then
my legs acted as though my brain was speaking in riddles. Until then I hadn’t even known that I
wasn’t in a private room; I had a roommate. He looked maybe thirteen,
he was a dark skinned African-American and he was out cold. I don’t
know if he was just asleep or drugged but I didn’t much care. I was too
preoccupied with trying to walk. When we got to the bathroom I wanted to
stand to pee but she didn’t think that was such a good idea so instead,
she helped me sit down. But man when she reached between my legs and pushed
my penis down for me I nearly came back off that toilet seat. It was seriously annoying that I’d
gone through all of that just to dribble out about a 1/4 cup worth of pee but
that was all I was able to do. On the way back to bed I noticed that my
room mate, who was still off in la-la land, had shifted in his bed. He was
now lying on his site with his diapered butt sticking out from under the covers. “Whoa!” I said aloud when I saw
that. The nurse thought I had hurt myself and
asked, “You ok?” “Huh? Oh yeah, I’m ok.” I
said trying to play if off. Once I was back in bed and the nurse had me
covered back up I laid there for a while thinking about my diapered roommate
until sleep overtook me. Man who would have thought that going pee would be
so exhausting. I never did get to meet my roommate. The
following morning, as the nurse was helping me to the bathroom for my first
bowel move since arriving at the hospital. As I stood up and took my first
step I noticed that the adjacent bed was empty. “Where’d he go?” I asked. “He had surgery last night and is in
ICU now.” She said. I spent my time in the hospital either
sleeping or watching TV. All in all it was pretty boring. And then on the
morning of the third day of my hospital stay the doctor removed the plastic
neck collar and replaced it with a bulky softer neck collar that fastened
with Velcro. “How does that feel?” my doctor
asked me. “Lots better!” I told her. Later that same day, in the afternoon, I
had a bit of an accident. You see, when wearing a neck brace it inhibits you
from being able to move your head thus you can only see up and down and side
to side as far as your eyes can move. I’d gone to the bathroom to pee
and for the first time I felt good enough to pee standing up however I
couldn’t see to aim and I missed the bowl completely. Boy I felt bad; I
mean really bad and I guess for the first time in my life I had a small idea
what it must be like for people with wetting problems. I felt so bad that I
almost didn’t tell anyone that I’d done it but that
wouldn’t have been right. So when the nurse came in to check on me, I
told her what happened. “Oh don’t worry about
that.” She said, “You’d be surprised how often that
happens. I’ll have someone come in and clean it up.” Two good things happened on the fourth day
of my hospital visit. The first was when one of the nurses that had been with
me since I’d arrived in my room said to me that she could tell I was
getting better because I wasn’t cussing much anymore. Boy that made me
feel a lot better. The second good thing to happen was shortly before dinner
time when my doctor came to check on me and then said that she was tired of
seeing me. So, I got to go home after eating dinner. The first thing I did after getting home
was to take a nap and the second thing I did was take a loooooong
hot bath. I wasn’t allowed to take a shower because I’m not
allowed to take off my neck brace but oh man, that bath felt great. Actually,
all I did was sit, in the hot water and soak but it wasn’t like I was
dirty. I’d had several sponge baths in the hospital. ~ Thirty-Fifth Encounter ~ The first few days after coming home from
the hospital I passed the time lying or sit around the house watching TV,
surfing the Internet and moaning about how much my head hurt. If I were
truthful with myself, it wasn’t so much the pain as the fact that I was
bored out of my frick’n mind! I had a few
visitors such as Mark, Sean, Damien and his grandparents Bill and Gladys. Oh
and I got a visit from Mike too. Mark had already informed him as to what had
happened and he wanted to come visit me to check for himself,
that I was really ok. I think he was glad to see that I was ok
and frankly, seeing him really cheered me up a lot
too. Without actually asking him about it, I could tell that he’d put
the whole party pants wetting incident behind him. You know something; it
feels good knowing that I can count him as one of my friends now too. What
was even cooler was when Mike sat down on the side of my bed and I heard the
unmistakable crinkling sound of a diaper. Do you know how hard it is to
secretively check out if some dude is wearing a diaper while he’s
looking and talking right at you? Mike stayed for about an hour. At first he
started out sitting close to the foot of my bed but as we talked he kept
scooting closer and closer to my head. I don’t think he was consciously
doing this; he was just talking animatedly, waving his arms and moving around
a lot. Before too long he was sitting less than two feet from where my head
was resting on a stack of pillows. He was close enough that I could make out
the unmistable scent of baby powder. I was so
disappointed when mom came in to give me my medication and he had moved all
the way back to the foot of the bed again where I couldn’t smell him
anymore. Right after Mike left, I saw the coolest
diaper commercial on TV. It was a commercial for Attends Youth Incontinence
Pants. The same kind that Mark and I had used for the Emergency Diapering
Kit. They showed a classroom of kids that looked like they might have been in
the fifth or sixth grade and then the announcer said, “Can you spot the
child who suffers from incontinence? Neither can their classmates.” Of
course I sat there the rest of the day watching that same exact channel until
I got to see the commercial two more times. I probably would have continued
watching that channel the rest of the day if my stupid sister hadn’t
come home and felt the need to sit with me for several hours. Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister
but in all honestly, I don’t like her much. I mean, if we weren’t
brother and sister, I can say with all certainty, that we would not be
friends at all. ~ Thirty-Sixth Encounter ~ Ok, this next encounter started out kind of
bizarre. There were no diapers involved. However there was a case of someone
peeing on someone else and I guess that’s about as close to an
encounter as one can get with the absence of diapers. This someone was... well
on second thought, I won’t spoil it for you. You’ll just have to
read it for yourself. In mid-march, when it was still fairly cold
out, I had a visitor. My older brother had just brought me home from physical
therapy, which I go to three times a week. He had left me home alone while he
went to go see his girlfriend. Since I had been in the hospital, there had
been very few times in which I had been left truly alone because every so
often I would have a sudden onset of a paralyzing headache or I’d get
really dizzy or something like that. Usually if I get too worked up, excited
or mad, it will bring on a headache. The doctor said it is due to increased
blood flow. All I know is that it hurts like mad when I get one of those
headaches. Since I had the house to myself, I went to
my room, changed into my navy-blue sweatpants and a long-sleeved baseball
t-shirt before making myself comfortable on the sofa to rest while watching a
Foster’s Home for Imaginary
Friends marathon on TV. No sooner had I got covered up with the throw
blanket then I heard someone knocking on the front door. Since I hadn’t
seen much of Mark or Sean for a couple days, I figured it was probably one of
them. However, when I answered the door I was greeted by a three and a half
foot tall ghost that was covered with small pink flowers. Ok, in actuality it
wasn’t a ghost but some kid wearing a sheet and I guess whoever was
under the sheet didn’t have a plain white sheet so they had to use one
with pink flowers. But why would someone dress up like a ghost in the middle
of March? “Trick-or-Treat,
Trick-or-Treat!” the little pink flower ghost said in an almost cartoon
like voice. “Oh come on now! It’s not
Halloween! It’s the middle of March for crying out loud!” I said
trying not to laugh too much. “Well, some people do their Christmas
shopping early. I’m getting a head start on Trick-or-Treating this year!”
the ghost said still using that cartoon voice. I wasn’t even trying anymore not to
laugh at the mini-specter, but in a way it was fairly amusing. “Will
you get real? I hope you don’t expect me to fall for that because it won’t
work.” “Awe come on Max!” the ghost
said and for the first time I thought I could recognize the voice coming from
under the sheet. “Hey, who’s under there?”
I asked while trying to reach for the sheet, but the ghost pulled away before
I could reach around the storm door. “So let me get this
straight...” The ghost said and I was starting to get a clue as to who
it was under the sheet, “You’re refusing to give me candy which
mean you want me to do a trick on you?” “I’m not refusing anything.
I’m just saying you need to come back in October.” I said. The ghost yanked the sheet off its head,
revealing that it was none other then Damien. “Ah come on Max; ain’t ya got no candy in there at all?” “Oh my goodness!” I faked an
expression of surprise. “I had no idea that was you under there.” Damien shrugged his shoulders, “Yeah,
yeah but I’m still not seeing any candy; so how about it?” Though Damien still had the sheet draped
over most of himself, I could see his neck and the
upper part of his chest and noticed that they appeared to be bare. I dropped all pretence of humor and asked
seriously, “Dang Damien, where’s your coat?” “Don’t try to change the
subject!” he said stomping his foot, “I want candy and I’m
not leaving without some!” I finally gave in, stepped to the side and
said, “Alright, you win! Come on in and I’ll see what I can
find.” As he was coming in I closed the door and
accidentally caught the hem of his sheet. Since Damien was moving kind of
quickly, the sheet pulled off of him before he knew it was happening. He spun
around with wide shocked eyes. Standing there before me was Damien wearing
absolutely no clothes save for his socks and shoes. He was butt-naked and
from the look of it he was cold, if you get what I mean. “Where are your clothes?” I
asked but before he could answer I asked another question, “And what
are you doing running around naked when it is still winter?” When he didn’t respond I said,
“Fine, I’m calling your grandparents.” “NO!” he screamed in
desperation and I could see the signs of a full on temper tantrum coming on. “Why not!” I asked. With his arms rigidly straight to his side
and his little fists balled up like little sledge hammers he asked through thin
irritated lips, “You promise you won’t get mad?” “I’m not promising you anything.”
I was getting upset now. I picked up the phone but before I could
dial the number Damien tried to make a break for the front door... without
his sheet. I let the phone drop to the counter with a
bang, it then fell to the floor and banged again as I chased after him and
caught him just as he was opening the door. “Stop!” he squealed, “No
Max! Let me go!” “Damien, settle down this
instant!” I shouted and I remember thinking how much I sounded like my
own dad right then. “No!” he shouted, “Let me
go!” and tried to kick me. When I tried to set him down on the sofa to
get him calmed down, the little brat bit my shoulder... HARD! “OUCH, you little monster!” I shouted
angrily, except I hadn’t called him a monster. “If you make my
neck hurt, I swear I’ll beat your ass until it bleeds. “I’m not going back there!”
Damien shouted and I noticed that he was crying now, “I hate
them!” “No you don’t!” I said,
trying to sound calm so that he might calm down too. “I
HATE ‘EM! I HATE ‘EM! I
HATE ‘EM!” He screamed so loud that I had to cover my own ears. He nearly got away from me again but I
managed to grab a fist full of his hair. He screamed in agony as I yanked him
back onto the sofa, flipped him over so that he was lying on his stomach and
then I sat on him. “Ah Max, you are crushing me!”
he howled. “You know what? I don’t much
care! You bit me and I’m not about to let you do it again.” I
said, while flicking the back of his head several times. “I can’t breathe!” he
screamed. “If you can scream then you can
breathe.” I said. “Get off you asshole!” Damien
screamed and cussed this time. His little arms and legs were flailing about
in a mad attempt to escape. Oh now I was mad, “Uh, excuse me? What
did I tell you about cussing the last time?” “You do it! I heard you in the
hospital!” he said. He managed to get one arm twisted around
and hit me in the calf. “Stop hitting!” I said. “Go to hell!” he spat and even
though I knew he was seriously upset about something, I wasn’t going to
put up with his dirty mouth or risk the chance that he might cause me to hurt
myself again. Pressing down on the small of his back with
one hand I was able to stand up and get a good grip on him. I hoisted him up,
which was something I wasn’t supposed to be doing yet and carried him
to my room where I promptly shut him in the closet. I then put my desk chair
under the knob so that he couldn’t get out. “LET ME OUT OF HERE!” he
screamed and kicked the door and made it sound as though, he was knocking
down the entire house but he couldn’t get out. “Not until you tell me what’s
going on and why you were outside without any clothes.” I said. “It smells like stinky feet in
here!” he cried out almost inaudibly. “Yeah, well I hope you choke on the
stink!” I shouted through the door at him. Damien pounded and kicked but it was
hopeless for him. I had him trapped for as long as I wished him to be. “I’m going to give you to the
count of three. If you don’t start telling me what I want to know,
I’m calling your grandparents.” I said calmly. “NO!” he said. “No what?” I asked. “NO!” he shouted again. “Alright, I’m done messing with
you.” I said and walked out of the room. I could still hear him in my
closet screaming bloody murder while trying to kick his way through the door. When I got back to the phone it was making
that horrid sound that phones make when you leave them off the hook for too
long. So I hung it up for a couple of seconds to let it reset before making the
call. The phone only rang once before I heard
Bill Killian, Damien’s grandfather, answer. “Hello Bill.” I said,
“This is Max.” “Oh, hello Max. I’m sorry, I
can’t talk right now. We’ve got a bit of a family emergency
here.” Bill said. “Yeah, I bet it has something to do with
Damien?” I said and then listened. For all of two seconds there was complete
silence on the line before Bill asked, “Is he there?” “Yes sir, but...” I paused
because I didn’t know how to say that Damien had turned up only wearing
shoes and a sheet. “Uh, he came to my door asking for candy but the
thing is...” I paused again. I heard Bill saying something but he
sounded far away, so I had to assume that he’d either pulled the phone
away from his mouth or he was covering the receiver with his hand. “He’s still there with you now
right?” Bill asked. “Yes sir but... well, he wasn’t
wearing any clothes.” I said quickly. “I’ll be right over.”
Bill said and hung up the phone. My head was spinning and I stood there next
to the phone for several seconds before I realized that Damien wasn’t
making any more noises. Thinking he might have escaped I ran back to my room
only to find the chair was still in place. “Damien?” I called out. There wasn’t a response. “Damien, are you ok in there?”
I asked and put my ear to the closet door. I could hear Damien sobbing heavily
from inside. I was about to remove the chair to let him
out when the doorbell rang. “Holy cow that was fast!” I
thought to myself. Sure enough it was Bill at the door along
with Damien’s mother. I knew it was her because I’d met her when
she had brought Damien to see me when I was in the hospital. She looked just
as bad now as she had then. I let them both in right away. Bill
didn’t look like himself either. I’d never seen Bill looking like
he did and I’m not sure how to describe his countenance. He seemed like
a bomb that could go off at the slightest jostle. He looked around the room and
started to ask where Damien was but stopped when he looked at me. “Max
you’re bleeding!” he said while pointing at my shirt. Of course I couldn’t see the wound because
I had on my shirt, but that didn’t matter because I could see the blood
that had seeped through the fabric. I reached up, touched my shoulder and
then looked at my hand. “Well, that little...” I fumed, “He
broke the skin!” “He bit you?” Damien’s
mother asked shrilly and I remember thinking that she sounded drunk or high.
“Damien James Foster, you come here this instant!” Damien’s
mother shouted. “Not going to work!” I said to
her, “He was freaking out and trying to run out of the house with
nothing on again. So, I put him in my closet.” “You locked my son in a
closet!” she asked, rounding upon me with snakelike eyes as if what I
had done was a bad thing. “Oh, I’m the bad guy
here?” I snapped back at her. I know I should be respectful of my
elders but from the little I know about her, Damien’s mother
isn’t exactly a good person, let alone a good mother. “Lisa!” Bill said addressing
Damien’s mother in an authoritative voice, “I’m only going
to tell you this once more. If you don’t calm yourself down, I am going
to call the police myself.” Ok, I’ve known Bill a long time and
never, and I do mean NEVER, have I seen or heard him sound so angry in all
those years. The veins were popping out of his neck and forehead like raging,
pulsating rivers. Heck, he even scared me. Obviously something was going on,
something bigger then the immediate picture. Bill turned back to me and calmly said, “Max,
thank you for calling us and for keeping the boy here with you. Why
don’t you go get that cleaned up and I’ll go talk with
Damien.” I nodded my agreement and showed him where
my room was. When Damien’s mother tried to follow Bill into my room he
turned to her and said, “Don’t you think it is better if you wait
in the living room?” “But he’s my son!” she
said, sounding like she was about to become unhinged but she didn’t go
in with him and I’m glad because I really didn’t want that skank
in my bedroom. Instead of going to the bathroom to care
for my bleeding shoulder, I went to my mom and dad’s bedroom and called
dad’s cell phone. “Hello?” I heard dad answer. “Dad? Can you come home right
away?” I asked. “Why? What’s wrong Max? Are you
alright? Is it your head again?” he said sounding concerned. I proceeded to give him the short version
of what was happening and he said that he and mom were only about five
minutes from the house; they got here in less then two. In between the time that I had hung up the
phone and my parents returning home, I’d gone into the bathroom and got
a cold washcloth to put on my shoulder under my shirt. As dad and mom were rushing threw the front
door, a still nude Damien, who was now missing one of his shoes, came running
out of my bedroom, past his startled mother and would have made a clean
getaway, had my father not swooped the boy off the floor with a single arm. I
think, the fact that he’d been recaptured again, this time by my
father, sort of threw him for a loop for several seconds. Those few seconds
was all that my father needed to get complete control of the boy. From past experiences wresting around with
my dad, I know that he has ways of completely immobilizing me and my brother
without even hurting us. He sort of ties us up, using our own limbs against
us; that’s just what he did with Damien. Dad was holding Damien kind of
the way, adults carry little kids on their hips, but at the same time he had
a hold of both of Damien’s wrists with one hand and had both of
Damien’s legs crossed and trapped against his side, so that he
couldn’t hit or kick. When Damien made as if he was going to bite my
dad, I thought for a split second that dad was going to throw the boy down,
but all dad said was, “Do you want to find out what my belt feels like
against your backside?” That sure got Damien’s attention! Let me tell you from personal experience,
when my dad raises his voice people pay attention. There is just something
about the way he talks when he is upset or angry that can make your blood run
cold. I can also testify that my dad is an expert when it comes to the art of
using a belt and I don’t mean for holding up his pants. However, what dad seemed to be overlooking
was the fact that he was holding a young, mad, NUDE boy tightly to his side.
Damien did not bite my father, nor did he kick, hit, scream, shout or say a single
word... no, what Damien did next said more than any words could say; he peed
on my dad. “Damien!” Bill shouted while
moving across the living room, but my dad put up a hand to stop Bill in his
tracks. “Please! It’s not the first
time I’ve had a little boy pee on me,” dad shot me a quick,
knowing glance, “and I’m sure it won’t be the last.” I would have loved to have had the ability
to stop time right at that instance so that I could ask dad just what he
meant by that. Maybe one of these days I will get up the nerve to ask him. From that point things started to calm way,
way down. Gladys had showed up a few minutes later looking as though she had
been doing a lot of crying. Mom had taken me to the bathroom to help bandage
my shoulder. Boy, mom was sure mad about Damien biting me, but I told her
that it was ok and that I was more worried about Damien because obviously
something was going on with him. When we came back out of the bathroom, I
saw that Gladys was sitting on the sofa with Damien who was wearing one of my
t-shirts and on the other end of the sofa Damien’s mother was sitting
and crying into her hands. Bill and dad were talking in the kitchen, but when
I turned the corner into the kitchen I saw that two police Officers were in
there with them. “Ah, here he is,” dad said
motioning for me to come over to them. “Max, this is Officer Lewis and
Officer Clark.” Dad introduced, “This is my son Max, who I was just
telling you about.” I shook the Officer’s hands and tried
to keep a straight face, but they perceptibly knew I was holding something
back. “What is it?” Officer Clark asked, while still shaking my
hand. “Are you guys really Lewis and
Clark?” I chuckled and thankfully they did too. “Yeah we get that
a lot.” Officer Lewis said. I happened to glance up at dad and he
didn’t seem to have found it very funny. I told the officers exactly what happened,
from the minute I heard the knock at the door, right up to when I came into
the kitchen. Despite the fact that I insisted that I was
fine they still called for a paramedic to come check my shoulder out,
“For the record,” Officer Clark said, trying to reassure me. While the paramedic swabbed my shoulder
with iodine, Officer Lewis talked with Bill and Gladys and his partner,
Officer Clark, talked with Damien and his mom. Ok, I still don’t know what started
all of this, but I do know why Damien ran away from his Grandparents. I over
heard Gladys telling the police that Damien had an accident while sitting on
her brand new couch. Apparently, earlier that day, her new couch had been
delivered and a couple hours later Damien had peed all over it. I guess there
was a lot of heated words and shouting done by all and while his mom was
trying to get him into the bathtub, Damien escaped and ran away. Now, why he
tried the trick-or-treat bit on me, I’ve no idea at all, but who knows
what goes through the mind of a junior psychopath like Damien. ~ Thirty-Seventh Encounter ~ Two weeks later, I was sitting in my room
with Mark while doing our homework. Yeah you got that right, I was doing his
too. I was supposed to be helping him, but somehow he talked me into doing it
for him; actually he does that a lot. Anyway, like I said, I was in my room
with Mark when mom said I had a phone call. “I didn’t even hear the phone
ring.” I said to Mark as I slowly stood up from my desk. It just so
happened that on that same morning I’d seen my doctor and he had said
that I could start going without the neck brace when at home, but I still had
to wear it when I sleep and while at school. “Who is it?” I asked, as mom
handed me the phone. “Gladys,” was the only clue I
got from her as to the reason for the call. “Hello?” I said into the phone. “Oh, hello Max! I’m glad you’re
home. And how are you? Is your shoulder feeling better?” she asked, but
I could tell that for all her talking she hadn’t yet got around to what
it was she really wanted to say. “It’s cool. Doesn’t even
hurt.” I answered, even though it was a lie. It did hurt, well a little
bit anyways. Gladys then sighed heavily and began to
tell me something truly disturbing. Damien’s mom had been arrested for
drug possession about eight months ago and as of two days ago she was sent in
prison for violating her probation. The whole time Gladys was telling me
about it I kept thinking to myself, “Why is
she dumping all this on me?” I got my answer when she told me,
“Damien is going to be staying with us for a while.” Gladys paused and I think she might have
even been crying, but it gave me a chance to say something. “Gladys, I
am so sorry about Damien’s parents. That is so sad.” I glanced over at mom and she was holding a
single finger up to her lips to shush me. That one puzzled me, but I figured
she knew something I didn’t know so I sealed my lips together and just
listened. “Max,” Gladys started,
“You seem to do so well with Damien. Because of that my husband and I
were wondering if you would be willing to baby-sit for us again on a regular
basis.” “Uh,” I started to say, but
again I looked at mom and this time she was giving me a stronger shushing. I
rolled my eyes and closed my mouth again. “I talked with your mother already
and she said that as long as you are ok with it, she will be ok with it. There was a pause and honestly it felt like
Gladys was expecting me to say something, but there was my mom with her
finger pressed to her lips. “We’d like you to sit for us
for a couple hours after school each day and we were hoping you could walk
Damien to and from school just to make sure he actually gets to school and
comes home like he should.” The first thing that went threw my mind was,
that I was going to have a couple hours each day alone with Damien and
possible have more diaper fun with him. Then I started to panic a bit as I
wondered what I might be getting mixed up in; I mean, with their whole
personal family problems and all. There was another pause and I looked to mom
and held out a hand longingly to her. She finally smiled and nodded which
meant that I could finally speak. “Uh, yeah sure; I’d love to
help but um... are you sure you want me? Don’t you want my sister to do
it? I mean, she’s always babysat for you in...” But I didn’t get to finish. Gladys interrupted
with, “Oh Max, Damien just adores you and never stops talking about
you. When he ran away, whom did he run to?” She paused for effect,
“You, that’s who.” I was sure now, that Gladys was crying even
though she was still trying to hide it from me. Mom had inched over so that she was now
standing right beside me with a reassuring hand petting the back of my head.
I guess that’s what gave me the courage to say, “Yes, I can do
it.” Gladys cheered so loudly that I had to yank
the phone away from my ear or risk lasting auditory impairment. “How about if you come over in
say,” she paused in thought, “an hour. We’ll give you a key
to the house and we can talk everything over.” “Uh, ok. Yeah, see you in about an
hour. Bye.” I said and then hung up the phone. “I am so proud of you!” Mom
started to cry. “Moooom!”
I whined, as she hugged my face with her hands and tried to kiss me. “What’s she going to
say?” I asked while motioning toward my sister’s room. “She already said that she
doesn’t want to do anymore babysitting. Besides, she’s too busy
with school, cheerleading, the pep-squad, the drama club...” “Yeah, yeah, I get it! My sister the
wonder girl.” I said derogatorily. I then switched gears, “Mom, have I
just done something stupid? I mean, well you know!” “Max, I think you have done the right
thing and besides, that little boy is going to need a friend now that both of
his parents are in jail.” “BOTH?” I exclaimed. “I thought you knew that his father
is in prison too.” Mom said concernedly. “Uh, no! I didn’t know
that!” I said. Mark walked in looking kind of sheepish,
“Sorry I sort of couldn’t help overhearing...” he trailed
off at the end and stood there looking pitiful. “Oh, hello Mark. I forgot that you
had come over.” Mom said. And as if absolutely nothing had just
happened she asked him, “Would you like to stay for dinner?” “Uh, no but thanks for asking.
I’m supposed to be home in a few minutes so I best get going.”
Mark said still acting sheepish and uncomfortable. “Uh, hang on Mark. Let me get my
stuff together and...” I stopped and looked at mom, “I’m
going to walk Mark home if that’s ok and then head over to Bill and
Gladys’s house.” Mom nodded her approval and then said,
“Remember to put on your neck thingy.” Out on the street the two of us walked
toward Marks house while we talked over what had just transpired. “Oh man Max that is seriously messed
up!” Mark said, punching his fist into the palm of his other hand. “Tell me about it! Can you imagine
being Damien’s age and having both of your parents in jail?” I
said. “I don’t think I will ever
complain about my ‘rents again.” Mark said. “Geese, I feel so bad for the little
guy.” I started to say, “Don’t get me wrong, he’s an
evil little...” I caught myself before saying the ‘B’ word,
“...daemon, but I guess he’s got a reason to be.” Mark adopted a cheerier attitude,
“And beside, it will be kind of like having a younger brother, except
you won’t have to deal with him all day, every day, but only for a few
hours a week.” I thought about that for a moment,
“Yeah, it will be like I’m his big brother.” After leaving Mark at his house I continued
to walk to the park. I had time before I needed to be at Bill and
Gladys’s and I wanted to do some thinking. Plus, since wrecking my bike
I hadn’t had a whole lot of time outside, so it was kind of nice to be
in the cool fresh air. When I arrived at Bill and Gladys’s I
didn’t even make it in the door before I was blindsided by Damien, but
not in a bad way. The front door to their home opened and a blur launched
itself at me. At first I was scared and would have jumped
but the extra weight of Damien’s body wrapped around my leg kept my
feet planted on the porch. Damien was sobbing like... well, like a child and
mumbling something that was completely unintelligible. His arms were wrapped
around my leg, his face was buried in my thigh and his legs were wrapped so
tightly around my ankle that I could hardly feel my foot which he was sitting
on. Bill appeared in the door smiling and
motioning for me to come in. Damien finally loosened his grip and slid off my
feet. His face was red as were his eyes. He was still crying big huge
crocodile tears and he sobbed what I took as, “Max, please don’t
be mad!?!?” I bent down in front of Damien and took
hold of his face, the way my mother does when she is trying to say something
really important to me. “Damien, what could I be mad at you for?” Huffing and sobbing he said, “For
biting you right there!” he pointed to my shoulder and then he began to
howl. I’m talking sad ol’ hound dog
howling with big tears and snot running out of his nose. I glanced to Bill. He lifted Damien up and
carried him into the house. Damien wouldn’t stop crying until I
promised that I wasn’t mad at him; once I did, he ran to his room still
huffing and sniffling. Bill and Gladys sat me down at the kitchen
table and explained the situation to me; maybe even more then I thought they
should have but it was cool that they trusted me with so much of their family
secrets. So, starting tomorrow, I am going to be
stopping by to get Damien every weekday morning to walk him to school and
I’ll be waiting outside his school at the end of the day to walk him home.
Apparently I’m doing that because for the past few weeks Damien had
been skipping school quite a bit. And then I’ll be staying with Damien
at their house until Gladys gets home at 5:30. That mean’s I’ll
be watching Damien for 2 hours Monday through Thursday after school. Now, the
one part of this whole deal that I didn’t much like was the fact, that
they want me to watch Damien each Friday from the time I pick him up until
about 9:00 at night. The only problem I see with this is, that Friday nights
is typically the night that Mark and Sean and I have sleepovers, but I guess
we’ll have to only have those on Saturday’s. The three of us talked for a very long time
and it was dark outside by the time I was ready to head home. I said
I’d be fine walking home on my own but Bill insisted on giving me a
ride. I gave in simply because I didn’t want to cause any more trouble. Before I left I asked if it would be ok if
I went up to say goodnight to Damien. I found him not in bed but sitting on
the far side of the bed jabbing a broken pencil through several sheets of
notebook paper. I knocked on the door softly so as not to startle him. “Max!” He squealed and jumped
over the bed to get to me. “I thought you already left!” he said,
happy to see that I hadn’t. “Nah, I wouldn’t leave without
saying goodbye.” I said, bending down to his level. “It looks
like you and I are going to get to spend a lot more time together!” I
said coyly. Damien got the wildest look in his eyes. He
leaned toward me, cupped his hand over my ear and whispered. “Does that
mean more diapers?” I pulled away from him and saw that he was
beaming and smiling so wide, I could have counted every tooth in his mouth. Instead of answering him I smiled as I
asked in a serious tone, “Did you brush you teeth yet?” Damien clapped his hands over his mouth and
started to run for the bathroom to brush, but I stuck out my arm and caught
him around his middle. I pulled him into a backwards hug but he managed to
wiggle himself around so that he could hug me back. Then I said, “I
want you to brush your teeth, get your pajama’s on and go to bed.
OK?” Damien lifted his head from my neck and
kissed my cheek. “Ok, I promise.” “I will be here before school
tomorrow to walk with you, ok?” I said. “Really?” he beamed again. “Really, really!” I said back.
“Now go brush!” When Bill dropped me off at home I said
thanks for the ride and headed into the house where I found Mom and dad were
waiting for me. “Where have you been young man? Do
you know what time it is?” Dad barked at me before I was even three
steps into the house. He scared me so badly that I nearly fell
over the coffee table on my way in. “What? Mom knew where I...” I
started to say but then dad cracked a big smile to let me know he was messing
with me. “Gosh dad! Don’t do that! You
nearly gave me a heart attack!” I exclaimed. Dad put me into a headlock, not tight
because my head was still a bit tender, but I managed to wiggle out of his
grip before he could do it. Dad swung at me playfully but I swatted his hand
away. “Come into the kitchen a minute,
would you? Your mother and I want to talk with you.” He said. “Am I in trouble?” I asked with
half a laugh. “Uh, should you be?” dad
countered. “Oh no you
don’t! The rules
state that you have to catch me doing something wrong to punish me!” I
said laughing. “Rules?” dad started to say in
an absolutely horrid Mexican accent, “I don’t need any stinking
rules!” My sister was coming out of the kitchen as
the two of us were walking in. She looked at me and stuck her tongue out at
me. “No thanks, I use toilet
paper!” I said to her. “Oh that’s real mature!”
she said, acting like she was going to barf. Then she did something that surprised even
my parents. She gave me a hug and kissed my left cheek. “What was that for?” I asked,
as I instinctively reached up to wipe away the kiss. “What? A sister can’t show her
baby brother some love without it being turned into a federal case?”
she argued and then went off to her room. “What was that all about?” I
asked mom and dad. Mom looked like she was going to cry again
and I didn’t think I could take more water works. I was emotionally
zapped and in need of some serious down time. Thankfully, dad started talking
before mom could start blubbering again. “We’ve been talking...”
dad began, “and we feel that one, you are growing up and should be
given more reasonability.” Before he could continue I interrupted
with, “Does this mean I am going to have to do more around the
house?” They both laughed. “No, that’s not what we were
getting at... however, now that you brought it up. The mess you call a room
is starting to spill out into the hallway.” It was my turn to laugh, “Ok I get
it. I’ll clean my room.” “Can I finish what I was saying
now?” Dad said, half serious and half laughing. Trying to be cute, I said, “Ok but
make it quick would ya? I have the maid coming over
in like five minutes!” Mom gave dad a look as if to say,
“He’s your son!” “As I was saying,” Dad
continued, “I believe you’ve stepped up and taken on more
responsibility by offering to help Bill with his grandson during this
difficult time. That leads me to the second thing.” While he continued to speak I
couldn’t help but wonder what the first point was again. Did he even
actually say what the point was? “...you’ve been showing quite a
bit of maturity lately. Your mother and I have noticed and we feel that,
given the fact that you are going to be away from the house more now,”
boy he was really drawing this out, “you probably should have your own
cell phone.” At first I didn’t react. I guess it
took a few seconds for the words to sink in, but once they were firmly rooted
in my brain, I got excited. “No seriously?” I asked, as the
anticipation within me took on a self sustaining life of its own. Mom pulled a small wrapped package from out
of the cabinet under the sink. “No way!” I said, now dancing
on my tiptoes. “Yes way!” Mom said, as she
handed me the package that was wrapped in striped green and gold wrapping
paper with a huge golden bow on top. “Oh you’re joking! Please tell
me this isn’t a joke! I-I need to sit down.” I said, now bouncing
from one foot to the other while holding the back of my head with one hand. “No I can’t sit!” I spun
in place. “Are you going to open it or dance
with it?” Dad hooted. My whole body began to tense up and my
muscles all locked forcing all the joy and enthusiasm to see the one and only
outlet left. “AAAAAAHHHH!!!!” I squealed and with the release of
energy I clutched the package to my chest, threw my head back and began to
bounce again. My howling brought my older brother out to
see what the heck was going on. When I saw him, I blasted him with,
“DUDE, I GOT A PHONE! I GOT A PHONE!” Looking serious he put a hand on my
shoulder, “Little brother, and I do mean little; that is not a phone.
That is a box.” And then he flicked my ear lobe but I didn’t even
care. I began to rip open the package causing
little bits of gold and green paper to fall like confetti to the floor and
island countertop. I saw right away that it was one of the new
iPhones and that sent me into a whole new fit of
dancing, prancing, hooting and hollering. Before I even had it out of the box
I ran down the hallway to show my sister. I then ran all the way back to the
kitchen, hugged mom and dad and then ran to the front door where I proceeded to
announce to the entire world that, “I GOT AN IPHONE! “Max! People are trying to
sleep!” mom said. “Oh I have the bestest parents in the whole world!” I said,
racing back to the kitchen, hugging them both and then frantically tried to
free the phone from the container. Needless to say the rest of my evening was
burned away by playing with my new phone. After a while mom gave up on Dad
and I as we sat at the table figuring out all the cool gadgets of my new
iPhone. About half of that time was me trying to find the coolest ring tone.
I ended up downloading a new ring tone that sounds like a toilet flushing.
Dad said I was a sick puppy but I think it is cool. ~ Thirty-Eighth Encounter ~ A few days after I had received my new
phone Mark and I had decided to make a trip to Gulliver’s Mountain,
which is a store for outdoors men and hunters. We really didn’t have a
reason for going; we just wanted to go check out all the cool stuff they
sell. However, there was a wrinkle in our plans. That particular day I was supposed
to be keeping an eye on little Damien but after Mark and I talked it over, we
decided that it might be more fun if we turned it into a friendship outing
with not only a trip to Gulliver’s Mountain, but also lunch at
McDonalds and if time allowed, we’d catch an afternoon movie matinee at
the two-dollar Danbury Cinema. So, after a few phone calls, to get permission
from everyone’s parents and/or guardians, five of us, Mark, Sean,
Damien, Mike and yours truly, began walking north, across town. It had been quite a while since Mark and I
had put together the Super Hero Emergency Diapering Kits and we had yet to be
presented with an opportunity to field test the first kit. Well, before
leaving I thankfully had the presence of mind to pack the first two kits Mark
and I had put together, because before the day was over the kit would have
not one but two field tests. I also had the brilliant idea to bring along
several extra diapers... just in case. Since my house is at the extreme southern
edge of our town and Gulliver’s Mountain and the Danbury Cinema are
both located at almost the opposite end, north of I70, Mark and I figured
we’d need at least an hour and a half just to walk that far but in
reality it took us more than three because we stopped several times. Our first stop was, because Damien was
whining about his legs being tired. Since I was wearing my backpack loaded
down with diapers and such, Mark ended up carrying Damien on his back. You
know that Mark hardly ever goes anywhere without his own backpack, but he was
totally cool with allowing Mike to wear it for him. Once Damien was on Marks
back, he quieted right down. Our second stop was at the Super America
Gas Station and Mini Market which is not even a full mile from my house. The
Mini Market wasn’t exactly an unscheduled stop. Once I knew Damien was
coming along, I had decided that we’d stop there and I’d take
Damien into the bathroom to get him diapered. I wasn’t sure how
he’d take to being diapered in public like that but I was hoping that,
as long as he trusted me, he would probably go along with the idea. And boy
did he ever! “Really?” he squeaked when I
whispered in his ear what I had in mind. Damien leapt from Marks back, nearly
causing Mark to take a nose dive into the asphalt parking lot. Damien grabbed
my hand and was pulling me toward the store as I said to the other guys,
“Be right back.” I’d been in the bathroom of the Super
America Station. It’s big and clean and there is lots of room on the
floor. However, they didn’t have a changing station hanging on the
wall. That would have been really cool if they had. I would have got a kick
out of changing Damien on one of those. I also would have loved to put Damien into
one of Marks diapers again, but I knew that there was no way his pants were going
to fit over something that thick, so I settled for one of the new diapers
that Mark and I had got for the Super Hero Emergency Diapering Kits. Before I
even had the bathroom door locked Damien had stripped off his shoes, socks
and pants and was tugging at his Spider Man underwear which was already
slightly damp in the very front. The thought of Damien peeing on Mark nearly
caused me to laugh, but I was able to shake that thought loose from my mind. “Whoa, keep your shirt on.” I
told Damien when he started pulling his shirt over his head. “Let’s just get you down on the
floor and I’ll get this on you.” I said pulling one of the
diapers out of my backpack. Damien’s eyes bugged out of his head
when he saw the crisp white disposable diaper dangling before him. I used the
full treatment on him too; diaper cream all over the front and back and I
made sure to get it between his tiny butt cheeks and around his poop shoot
too and then came the powder, which made the bathroom smell really good and
finally the diaper. On Damien it seemed a little big, but once I had it in
place it looked really good. Before I let him get back up I put his socks
back on him, making sure to tickle his little feet in the process. “Max no tickling!” Damien
giggled. When I helped Damien to his feet, I saw how
adorable he looked standing there wearing a white button up shirt, white tube
socks and a white diaper. I wished I had a camera to snap a picture of him. In no time I had Damien ready to leave the
bathroom and when I opened the door, there stood Mike with the goofiest grin
on his face. “What?” I asked him. Damien slipped past the two of us and ran
out of the Mini-Market giggling and skipping. Mike pushed me backwards into
the bathroom and then came in too, locking the door behind him. “What?” I asked again. “I want to wear one too.” He
said so softly that I had to ask him to repeat himself. “What was that?” I’d
said. Not really speaking any louder he leaned
forward and said, “Can I wear one too?” “Uh...” I stammered with
unbelief and joy. I had forgotten that he was wearing Marks
backpack and when I started to take mine off again he said, “No, I...
um... want to use one of Marks. He said it was ok.” “Oh... Ok, yeah sure!” I said,
finally getting my hormones under control. Mike then asked the most wonderful
question, “Can you help me like you did at my party?” It’s a good thing it has been a while
since I cracked my head, otherwise, all the blood my heart was pumping to my
brain might have given me another one of my migraine attacks. My body was trembling with untamed
excitement as I tried to answer. “Y-y-yeah s-sure!” Mike beamed! Unlike Damien, Mike didn’t undress
himself; that job was left to me and you had better believe I enjoyed every
minute of it. Mike was wearing one of those double
buckled belts with each buckle having two buckle pins apiece. Talk about
overkill but then again, it was sure effective. It would have taken a team of
twenty horses to pull those pants off him. As it was, it took me a moment or
two to get the belt unbuckled and his pants unbuttoned and unzipped. To my surprise, as I pulled his pants down,
Mike wasn’t wearing any underwear, but that isn’t what surprised
me the most. Mike had a full on stiffy that popped
out of his pants and stick out at a ski pointing 45-degree angle. At first I was lost with what to do and
when I looked up at Mike he, unlike at the party, where he had been staring
at the ceiling, was looking down at me and smiled wickedly. I decided that
the best course of action was, to ignore it and act like it wasn’t even
there. “Ok, lay down on the floor.” I
told him When he moved, his penis shook like a
tightly tensioned spring. “Spread your legs please.” I
said, as I reached between his legs to apply the diaper cream. When the cold cream made contact with his
skin Mike sucked in a quick breathe and made a small gasping sound. “Cold?” I asked. He nodded and smiled wider, if that was
possible. When it came time to apply the cream to his
bottom, I decided to lift one of his legs. He made that same sound when my
fingers brushed over his poop hole and this time he squirmed a bit. “That tickle?”
I asked. He nodded again and grunted, “Uhuh!” I’m not sure what possessed me to do
it, but I applied more cream to my index and middle fingers and returned them
to his hole. I smeared the cream around so that his hole had become
completely coated in white and then I applied a bit of pressure with my two
fingers. They both slipped into Mike as easy as could be. Mike’s entire body rose off the
bathroom floor as he groaned and his penis began to throb. “Don’t want to risk you getting
a rash, now do we.” I said to him. He was biting his bottom lip and he shook
his head wildly from side to side. I removed my fingers, reapplied diaper
cream to them and then began to butter his abdomen and nut sack. Mikes entire
body had begun to tremble and quake. With each rubbing motion his body would
shutter and when I began to apply the diaper cream directly to his thin,
ridged penis, Mikes back arced and he moaned softly. Three seconds later
Mikes’ entire body froze up, his toes pointed down and his fingers went
straight. I’m no idiot, I knew what was happening to him and oddly
enough, I was ok with it. Three quick squirts of thin, ever so opaque, semen
streamed out of Mike as he lay there motionless and not breathing at all. When he finally exhaled, his body began to
go soft, all except for his penis which was still rock hard and standing up
from his body as if to say that it was ready for round too. I took out a baby wipe and cleaned up the
few spots of semen from Mikes belly while he lay
gasping and huffing for air. Not another word was uttered between us as I
slid one of Marks diapers under Mike’s bottom, pulled it up between his
legs and taped it tightly into place. I was a little concerned about
Mike’s penis pointing up and worried that if he peed like that, the pee
might shoot right out the top. However, I know from experience how much it
hurts to force an erect penis down when it doesn’t want to be down. Seeing Marks diaper on Mike reminded me of
Eben. It wasn’t quite as big on Mike, but it still looked several sizes
too big for him and rode up so high that it almost went up to Mike’s
nipples. Getting Mike redressed turned out to be
easier than I was expecting. Mike had purposefully worn loose fitting pants.
I knew this, even though he didn’t tell me. I mean come on; it was
obvious that he had thought it out before hand. I didn’t have to fasten the belt for
him; he did that on his own and then pulled his shirt down over it. “How’s that? Think anyone can
tell?” he asked. “No! Not at all!” I lied. Mike surprised me by what he did next. I
was still kneeling on the bathroom floor, putting the diaper supplies back
into Marks backpack when Mike launched himself at me. He wrapped his arms
around my neck and squeezed. “Thank you daddy!” he said and
then kissed my neck just below my left earlobe. It was all I could do to contain my
amusement as the two of us walked out of Super America. Mike was waddling so
exaggerative that there was no way anyone could not guess that he was wearing
a diaper. Before leaving, I went to the back of the store, got five Cokes and
then went up to pay for them. There was a girl behind the counter who was
ringing up the drinks. As she did this, she was also keeping an eye on Mike,
who was standing just outside the door talking with the other guys. “Is your little brother handicapped
or something?” she asked. “Uh, he’s not my brother but
yeah, he was dropped when he was a baby.” I said, trying my best not to
make eye contact while handing her a ten dollar bill. “Oh that is so sad. Is that why
he’s wearing the diaper?” she asked and I swear I nearly passed
out. “Uh, yeah but he’s kind of
sensitive about it.” I said. “Oh, ok then!” she said with a
shrug as she gave me my change. I think my heart stopped when she asked,
“So then, why are all the other’s
wearing diapers too?” “They all have similar problems and I
take care of them. Today we are on an outing.” I couldn’t believe
how easily the lies were coming to me. “Oh that is so nice of you to take
care of special children like that.” She said and God help me, I
couldn’t stop myself from looking up into her pale green eyes. “Uh, yeah! Helping... them.” I
said, sounding like a retard myself. “So do you even have to change their
diapers and stuff?” she asked, twirling her hair with one finger. Without answering that question, I quickly
escaped from the store and told the guys, “Come on, let’s get
going.” and began to walk kind of quickly, while holding on to Sean and
Mike’s hands while Mark got Damien back up on his back. After we were out of sight of the store I
told the guys about the cashier and what she had said. Poor little Damien
turned so red I thought he was going to stroke out on us, but Mike just
smiled and laughed it off. Sean was the only one that seemed slightly
disturbed by it, but that seemed to pass quick enough. ~ Thirty-Ninth Encounter ~ We had another unscheduled stop in front of
I’d bet you a years allowance that
she’s still driving around, trying to find her way there. When we finally got rid of the air-head
blonde bimbo Mark announced that he needed to make a pit stop at “I’m swimming here!” he
said and while he went in to change, the four of us stood outside waiting for
him. “Why is there a wall there?”
Damien asked, pointing to a large brick wall across the street that
completely encompassed a gated condominium community. By the time I finished explaining the
concept of a gated community, as I understood it, Mark had returned. “That is much better!” he said,
stooping down to allow Damien to hop back on his back. “How come you didn’t let Daddy
Max change you?” Mike asked, trying to egg Mark on a bit. Mark responded by punching Mike in the
back, not hard, just playfully hard. “Alright you two! That’s
enough.” I said. Mike hit Mark back. “I said that is enough! Do you want
me to paddle your bare bottoms right here?” I said and though I tried
not too, I busted out laughing. “I’m hungry!” Damien
shouted into Marks ear. “Well McDonalds is right over
there.” I said, pointing ahead of us about three hundred yards or more. “Wow, they have a play room!”
Damien shouted, while bouncing on Marks back. “Giddy up horsy! Giddy up!”
Damien said, trying to get Mark to go faster. “Stop kicking me or I will make you
walk!” Mark groaned at Damien. You might remember that Damien has an evil
side and every now and then it rears its ugly head. This happened to be one
of those times, but thankfully I saw it coming. Damien had pulled his head
way back and was about to head butt Mark from behind. Just in the nick of time I reached out and
caught a fist full of the back of Damien’s hair. “AAAAAAAAAHHH!” Damien screamed
when his hair was pulled. I pulled so hard that I pulled him right
off of Mark and to the ground with a butt breaking thud. “What did you do that for?”
Mark chipped as he spun around. “He was about to head butt
you.” Mike told him for me. “Do you want to go back home?”
I sculled Damien, “Because I will be happy to take you back to your
grandparents right now!” Damien was crying now, partly because of
the shock of getting caught and partly because I was still holding him
tightly by the hair. “Max you’re hurting me!”
Damien cried out. I let go of his head and he rubbed the back
of his head so hard, I’m surprised his hair didn’t rub off. “I’m sorry Mark!” he
whimpered. “That’s ok!” Mark said,
bending down and lifting Damien back to his feet. I noticed instantly, that the back of
Damien’s pants was covered in something brown. It turned out to be dog doodoo. “AAAAHH!” Damien moaned in
disgust. Mike fell off the curb he had been standing
on, because he was laughing so hard. Sean was holding his nose and keeping
his distance. “Max! You made me fall in dog poop!”
Damien whined as he began to cry louder then he had been before. Now, if I were any kind of a good
caretaker, I would have taken him into So I said, “Well you can’t go
around wearing dog poop on your pants.” And then started to pull them
off him. “Max!” Damien moaned, but he
didn’t try to put up a fight for his pants. Once I had his pants off him, I put them
into one of the extra Ziploc plastic bags I’d brought along, while Mark helped Damien put his shoes back on. Now, with Damien’s diaper exposed for
all the world to see, Mark decided to carry him on
his hip as if Damien were half the size he really is. Damien didn’t
make a sound all the way to McDonalds and he stayed that way until he had
finished his Happy Meal. Sean and Mike had already decided to go out
to the McDonalds play land area. They were both too big but most of the time,
as long as there are not other little kids out there, the McDonalds people
don’t care if older kids play on it too. Damien sat close to my side watching the
two of them play for several minutes. I could tell it was eating him from the
inside out not to be out there playing too. Finally the desire to play
overcame his fears of being seen wearing an exposed diaper in public. “You know we’re taking a huge
risk letting him run around in a diaper and no pants.” Mark whispered
to me when we were alone. “Yeah I know.” I said. “What if someone that knows one of us
sees and says something to one or more of our parents.” Mark said. “I said I know! I know!” I
whisper shouted at him and he let the matter drop. After a little while longer I decided that
Mark was right and fished out the plastic bag, containing Damien’s
pants. “I’m going to see if I can get
them cleaned up in the bathroom.” I said. Mark smiled, knowing that he’d
convinced me. “Need some help?” he asked. “Nah, keep an eye on our kids would
you sweetheart?” I said teasingly. “Oh shut up!” Mark said taking
a swing at me but missing by a mile. I had stood up and slung my backpack over
one shoulder, but I wasn’t done messing with Mark. I carried the
charade a step further, “Oh come on dear! Let’s not fight in
public!” I leaned in like I was going to kiss him
but I made sure not to lean in too close. Mark took another swing and I
jumped backward before he could make contact. “Where’s the love?” I
teased as I turned and headed for the bathroom. That’s when a deadly french-fry collided with the back of my head. “Hey!” I laughed as Mark
attempted to play off his innocents. And then Mark said something that was so
incredibly funny. Loud enough for most everyone in the restaurant to hear,
Mark said, “Just wait until I get you home my dear!” ~ Fortieth Encounter ~ Cleaning the dog poop off Damien’s
pants turned out to be easier than I would have expected it to be. I removed
them from the bag and was nearly knocked over from the stench. OK, maybe
putting them and sealing them up into a bag wasn’t the best idea, but
that’s how we learn, right? I used toilet paper and paper towels to get
most of the poop off and then there was nothing to be done but to get dirty.
I turned on the hot water, shoved the pants into the sink and used a lot of
the liquid hand soap to wash the pants by hand. With a few minutes of rinsing
the soap away, the pants looked clean and after giving them the nose test, I
was sure that they were clean. Now came the really difficult part, getting
the pants dry. Of course I did the obvious and tried to wring as much water
out of them as I could but twisting them and squeezing them can only do so
much. So then I turned to the electric hands drier. Boy, that sure took a
long time and by the time I had got the pants partially dry, I’d
already been in the bathroom a good twenty minutes or more. Oddly enough,
during that time, no one else had come in until I was nearly done. The guy
that came in looked rough and dirty and I figured he must be a construction
worker or something like that. I decided that Damien’s pants were as
dry as they were going to get with my help and picked up my things to leave. “Hey!” the guy called after me. I stopped and turned around. The guy was
standing there looking ominous. “You make that mess in there?” he
said, pointing to the inside of the toilet bowl. “Sorry?” I said, trying to act
like I didn’t know what he was talking about. But I did know. I’d
been so preoccupied with getting the pants clean that I had forgot to flush
the toilet after throwing all that toilet paper and paper towels into it. The guy shot me a mean, disgusted look and
growled. Yeah, he really growled. Not wanting to stick around any longer, I
slung the backpack onto my back and got the heck out of Dodge! It took some convincing, but soon I was
able to get Sean, Mike and Damien to come in from playing. “Here put your pants back on.”
I told Damien. He didn’t even offer the slightest
objection. Actually, I think he was surprised that I was allowing him to have
them back. “Max washed them in the bathroom for
you.” Mark told him. “They are cold!” Damien said as
I pulled them onto him and tried to button them. “Well I couldn’t get them
completely dry.” I said. Thankfully, we got out of McDonalds before
the guy came back out of the bathroom. “Where to now daddy?” Mike
teased me as he took hold of my right hand and smiled like a goofball. “That way!” I said. Sean took hold of my other hand while Mark
got Damien onto his back. “Boy, you must have gained ten pounds
while we were in there.” Mark groaned to Damien as he bore his weight. “Put him down then, he’s legs
aren’t broken.” I told Mark. “Yeah, my legs aren’t
broken!” Damien parroted. So that is just what Mark did. “Hey!” Damien complained when
Mark just let him fall off. “What?” Mark chuckled. Damien pulled back his arm like he was going
to hit Mark but he thought better of it and lowered his arm without anyone
telling him to do so. Letting go of Sean’s hand I reached out, pulled
Damien close and hugged him to my hip. Damien pulled away, “Don’t
Max!” He then reached out and took Mark’s hand instead. Gulliver’s Mountain was so cool; it
doesn’t matter how many times I get to go there, I always find
something new. This time, we mainly checked out all the cool camping gear and
got to pet a live beaver. Gulliver’s Mountain brings in live animals at
different times of the year. In November they have live turkeys and
they’ve brought in other animals such as deer, buffalo, moose and
bears. There have been other animals; those are just the few that I’ve
seen personally. About the time we were getting ready to
leave to head over to the Danbury Cinema, Damien tugged on the back of my
coat. He didn’t have to tell me what he wanted, I could tell just by
looking at him. “Anyone else need changed?” I
asked quietly. Surprisingly, everyone raised his hand,
Mark included. The humor of the situation, as I followed behind my four
diapered friends while watching their waddling bottoms, was almost
laugh-out-loud funny. I had never been in the bathrooms of the
Gulliver’s Mountain store before, so I was surprised to find that they
didn’t have a men’s and women’s bathroom. Instead, they had
one large family bathroom and it wasn’t empty. Gulliver’s is one
of the largest stores in the area so it would seem logical that they would have
an equally large bathroom and they sure did! Mark had been leading the way, followed by
Damien, then Sean, then Mike and finally I was manning the rear of our diaper
brigade. I liken myself to the clowns who would follow behind the elephants
and scoop up their poop during a circus parade. When Mark suddenly stopped dead in his
tracks, each one of us in turn collided behind into one another like a train
wreck. Mark had realized, as he opened and stepped through the door, that it
was occupied by men and women and other boys and girls. “Mark! Get moving!” Damien
groaned and shoved Mark into the bathroom. You’ve heard of someone going Ghost
White, haven’t you? Well, that is how Mark looked. I stepped around the
others to get a better look at Mark. All the blood had flowed right out of
his pretty little head and into his shoes. I looked into his vacant eyes and
saw the same Mark I’d seen that very first day back in the school gym
locker room. The bathroom in Gulliver’s Mountain
was laid out with a total of sixteen stalls, eight on either side of the room
with one of the other walls taken up by a bank of four diaper changing
stations. The opposite wall from the fold down changing stations was lined
with one of that long trough like sinks with waterfall style faucets that
jetted out from the wall above the sink. Thinking fast I shoved Mark into the first
unoccupied stall, hoping that once out of everyone’s direct line of
sight he would snap out of his fear induced comma and change his own diaper.
Thankfully Mike took the same cue and jumped into the stall next to Mark. I
took off my backpack and standing in front of the open stall door I asked
him, “You going to need help?” Mike grinned and said, “Got
something. I can do it myself this time!” From under the stall wall Mark had reached
over with a GoodNite. Good, that meant Mark was OK after all. “Thanks buddy!” he whispered
right at the wall divider. I then turned my attention to Sean who was
still standing next to the door and looking around the large room in wonder.
Take away the fact that it was a bathroom it really was a magnificent site to
behold. The brains behind Gulliver’s Mountain had really put a lot of
money into making the bathroom more than just functional, but visually
pleasing as well. “Smells like a pine forest
huh?” Sean commented. “Uh, I hadn’t noticed.” I
said taking in a deep breath through my nose. “You’re
right.” I commented. Damien again tugged on my coat. I turned to
him, “Yeah I know you need...” but stopped short when I saw that
he looked like he was about to cry. “What?” I asked him and then I
realized why he looked so upset. “Oh don’t worry about it
buddy,” I said squatting down to his level, “That’s why I
brought all this stuff.” I held out my backpack and gave it a shake. I then took his hand in mine and took him
back to the changing tables with Sean sticking right by my side. After I
helped Damien up onto one of the changing stations, I asked Sean if he wanted
my help. He blushed a bit, shook a fist at me and said, “Just give me
one and I will do it myself!” Right then the door to the bathroom flew
open and it was because of the loud sound that the door had made that I
turned to look, as did just about everyone else in the bathroom. A dark skinned woman walked in pushing a
smallish boy who was walking with his head hung so low, he could have tripped
over it. I turned back around, reached into my
backpack and found one of the diapers for Sean to use. As I handed it to Sean
I looked up and that same dark skinned lady was standing right behind Sean. “Max?” she said. “Mrs. Orric?” I coughed in
utter disbelief. I looked down at the boy that was standing
beside her. His chin was still tucked down against his chest but I hazard to
guess that it was none other than Eben. “What are you doing here?” I
stupidly asked. She looked down at the boy solemnly.
“We were doing some shopping and had another accident.” She said. And then Eben looked up, his face tear
streaked and shame filled, but when he saw me his eyes lit up as though
powered by the light from heaven above. “MAX!” Eben nearly shouted. “Hey there Eben!” I said with
as big a grin as I could possible have, “Wow, you’ve really
grown!” It wasn’t true, actually he
didn’t look much bigger than the last time I saw him but isn’t
that what you’re supposed to say to little kids when you’ve not
seen them in ages? I also noticed that Eben’s
mom didn’t seem to be prepared, yet again, for this situation. Taking a
chance that I was right, I smiled at her and said, “Hey, I have
something here that I put together that might just be what you need.” I unzipped the secret compartment of my
backpack and pulled out one of the Super Hero Emergency Diaper Changing Kits.
As I handed it to her I said, “There should be everything you need in
there.” Mrs. Orric looked at it with puzzled
wonder, then opened the station beside Damien and me and lifted Eben onto it. “Max, I got a new dog!” Eben
said and I found it amusing that all sadness had seemed to have evaporated
from him, leaving only happiness at seeing me again. “A new dog? What kind?” Damien
asked. “Oh sorry, this here is
Damien.” I told Eben and his mother, “Damien, this is Mrs. Orric,
she is married to the Mayor and this is her son, Eben.” Damien was still lying down but he waved
politely and asked. “What’s a mayor?” “Someone that runs the city.” I
said, hoping it was enough of an explanation and didn’t offend Mrs.
Orric. “Oh,” he said and then again
asked, “What kind of dog did you get?” “We got a Collie.” Eben
proclaimed with excitement and pride, “Her name is Lady and she is
bigger than me.” He explained, while his mother opened the Diaper kit
and examined the contents. She pushed Eben back onto the table while
Damien and Eben continued talking. “I used to have a dog but he ran
away.” Damien told them. Eben took a deep, excited breath as he
began, “Lady can’t run away because we got a way high fence and
she can run all around.” Mrs. Orric began to unsnap the crotch of Eben’s pants. I couldn’t believe that a boy Eben’s age was wearing pants like a small child
would wear. When she had his pants fully opened and pulled up over his tummy,
she unfastened his diaper and opened it up. She wasn’t kidding;
he’d had another serious blowout, however this time his diaper had
contained the mess. I wanted to ask Mrs. Orric why she would go
out into public with a child in diapers and not bringing along a diaper bag,
but I didn’t think it would be polite to ask something like that. From behind me I heard a stall door open
and when I looked back it was Mike, he was coming out of his stall. He looked
both ways to make sure no one was looking. He then ran toward the trash can
and threw away his diaper before running out of the bathroom without washing
his hands. “Max, this is the second time
you’ve come to our rescue.” Mrs. Orric said as she wiped at Ebens poop covered backside. I had Damien cleaned up and diapered before
she finished with Eben, so I took my time getting him dressed. All the while
Damien and Eben, though they couldn’t actually see each other,
continued talking about dogs. I heard another stall door open and glanced
over my left shoulder, but it wasn’t one of my friends, it was just
some zit faced older teenage girl with a seriously outdated hairdo. Mrs. Orric finished and handed the
diapering kit back to me. “Uh, hang on a sec.” I said
laying it on the changing table between Damien’s legs. I opened my
backpack again, took out two diapers and a few more of the prepackaged wipes
and replenished the kit before handing it back to her. “I figure that one of these is a lot
easier to carry around than a big clumsy diaper bag.” I said. “Oh Max, you are so incredibly
sweet.” She said and then she leaned forward and gave me a peck on the
cheek. Unbeknownst to me, Sean and Mark had
already finished and had made their way out of the bathroom. Mrs. Orric,
Eben, Damien and I went to the other end of the bath where Mrs. Orric and I
washed our hands, tossed out the used diapers and then exited the bathroom
together. Mrs. Orric thanked me again and Eben kept
saying that he wanted Damien and me to come over and see his dog. ~ Forty-First Encounter ~ Damien and I found the others across the
way, looking at the beaver again. “You guy’s ready to go see a
movie?” I asked them. Mike jumped about two feet when I had
spoken. All of us laughed. “Did I scare you?” I teased and
poked him. “No!” he laughed too. We left Gulliver’s Mountain and
headed for the Danbury Cinema, but by then it was
getting a lot busier on the streets and it felt colder. “My ears are cold.” Mike
whined. “My fingers are cold too.” Sean
added. “Put your hands in your pockets then,
rocks for brains.” I said to Sean. “I can’t put my ears in my
pockets!” Sean said with a laugh. “Well, then cover your ears with your
hands.” Damien said. “Then my hands will get cold.”
Sean laughed more. “Alright, let’s just walk as
fast as we can to the movies.” Mark finally said. The five of us were moving pretty fast and
made it to the cinema within about fifteen minutes or more. “What are we going to see?”
Mike asked no one in particular. “I want to see Underdog.” Mark
said. “Yeah Underdog!” Damien
cheered. Sean then piped in with,
“That’s ok with me.” “I’ve not seen it yet.”
Mike said with a shrug, as he looked at me to cast the final vote. “Is it any good?” I asked. “Uh, none of us have seen it
yet!” Mark said, giving me a playful shove, but since he had Damien on
his back, he nearly lost his own balance. That was enough incentive for Damien to
bail, before he got dropped. “I want popcorn!” Damien
announced loud enough for “So you good with Underdog?”
Mike asked again. “Yeah sure, why not.” I
surrendered even though I really didn’t care to see the movie. As it
turned out, I didn’t get to see most of it anyway. After we paid for our tickets and before
heading over to the concession stand I covertly asked the gang, “Anyone
need changed?” “Not me!” Damien said proudly. “I’m good too.” Mike said
while messing with Sean, by flicking the backs of his ears. “Boy, you better leave me alone
or...” Sean started to say. He wasn’t really mad because he was
laughing when he said it. “Or what?” Mike said as he
began to slap-box with Sean. “Alright you too!” I said
snippily, “We are in public!” “Sean, do you need to get
changed?” I asked him. “I don’t think so.” He
said without really paying much attention to me because he was still messing
with Mike. And then I looked around for Mark to ask
him, but he had vanished. I assumed that he’d gone to the bathroom to
change and I had assumed correctly, because right as we were paying for our
popcorn and sodas, he returned. Mark put a hand on my shoulder and
whispered into my ear, “Watch the bathroom door. A kid with jet black
hair will be coming out. It sounded like he was changing a diaper in the
crapper next to mine.” We still had about twenty minutes before
our movie was due to start, so Mike, Sean and Damien all headed for the
arcade games, while Mark and I waited for the kid to come out. “How do you know what he looked
like?” I asked Mark. “I was combing my hair before I got
changed and saw him come in.” Mark said, “He was acting paranoid and
kept checking to see, if I had noticed him come in.” Mark was grinning the way he says that I
grin whenever I get the diaper itch, as he calls it. “To be honest, I didn’t think
twice about him until I went into the stall and started to change.”
Mark said as he took a fist full of popcorn and crammed it into his mouth. Mark tried to continue talking with his
mouth full, but I elbowed him in the rib, “Chew, then swallow, then
speak.” Waiting for that kid to come out seemed to
take forever. People kept going in and coming out, but still not the kid we
were expecting. “There!” Mark said hitting me
so hard that I nearly dropped the tub of popcorn. I quickly looked up from the popcorn to see
a boy who must have been twelve or thirteen cautiously, walking out of the
bathroom. He was looking this way and that, as though he was expecting
someone to jump out of nowhere and capture him. He was wearing a green
windbreaker that was way to light for the time of year, faded blue jeans,
that were too short but blended well for checking out his red Converse
High-Tops. His hair was indeed jet black and from the look of it, he had what
is known as a mothers hack job. When will mothers stop trying to play barber
and let a guy get a real haircut. “Looks like he might be at least
partly oriental.” Mark commented and we would later learn that he was
part Japanese from his father’s side. When he had wandered about ten feet from
the bathroom, he began to walk toward the concession stand at a quickened
pace and that was his undoing. If he would have continued walking slowly and
deliberately, there would have been less chance of someone noticing his
unusual waddling gait. I’ve seen that walk enough times now to know the
diaper walk when I see it. “No doubt about it, he’s a
wearer too.” I said to Mark. “Boy, you must lead a charmed
life!” Mark told me. “Yeah, I know what you mean.
It’s like you guys are pulled toward me!” I said. “You guys?” Mark said in an
accusing tone. “You heard me diaper boy!” I
said purposefully loud. Marks eyes widened as panic struck him. He
looked around us to be sure no one heard me and then he balled up his fist
and said, “I owe you one!” “My friend, you will owe me for the
rest of your life!” I said, meaning something totally different than
what he had meant. Mark and I continued watching him for a
while. Of course we were not blatant about it, but at the same time, if the
kid saw us, I’m sure he’d know we’d been spying on him. He
bought an enormous drink; I didn’t even know they had cups that big. It
even had a handle on it like a bucket. He also bought a box of Hot Tamales. “If he eats all those red-hots, he’s going to need a drink that big to put
out the flames.” Mark commented. Mark and I acted like we were talking when
the guy walked toward us, heading for his movie. When he passed us, we both
heard the crinkling sound. “Can you believe that?” I said
to Mark. “What I can’t believe is that
stupid smile!” he said, pointing to my face. “Dang it!” I said, “I
might as well have a tail like a dog!” Mark continued to make fun of me, “A
tail might be less likely to give you away than that Bleep-eating grin of
yours!” “Bleep-eating?” I said. “You know what I mean!” Mark
snipped at me. “Yeah, just sounded weird.” I
said, giving him a bump with my shoulder. “Mike!” Sean called out when he
spotted him. “Get the others; it’s time to go sit down.” The five of us found the theater for Under
Dog and amazingly, there was only one other person in the whole theater and I
bet you can’t guess who it was.” Mark looked at me in disbelief,
“Lucky bleeping, bleeper!” he said, continuing to censor his own
language. I know I’ve said so before, but I really do get a kick out of
the way Mark does that. Damien and Sean wanted to sit down front,
right in front of the screen but Mike and Mark wanted to sit farther back. I
wanted to sit directly behind the black haired, diaper wearing kid. Since I
had the bucket of popcorn I went and sat behind him and the others
reluctantly took seats on either side of me with Damien making sure he was
sitting between Mark and myself. Mike ended up on my
left side with Sean sitting next to him. By the time the previews started maybe ten
or more other people came into the theater. They were scattered all over the
theater but for the most part, everyone gave everyone else quite a bit of
distance between themselves. That’s what people do when there are so
few people in the theater. Well, I should say other people do that, because I
had taken as close a seat to the diaper wearing boy as I could, without actually
sitting beside him. When the previews started so did the
groping hands in search of popcorn. “Did you get extra butter?”
Sean asked in a sniveling sort of whine. “Yes I got extra butter!” I
sniveled back. Damien took a big sip of his drink and
promptly let loose a belch that could curl your nose hairs. “Dang Damien!” Mark said,
elbowing him in the chest. “What do you say?” I asked him. “Excuse me.” Damien said with
glowing read cheeks. But Damien’s gastro pyrotechnics had
drawn the attention of those sitting closest to us, especially the boy
sitting directly in front of me. He was laughing at Damien’s belch and
said over his shoulder, “Better out the attic than the basement, I
always say!” “Joji?”
Mike questioned loudly. The boy turned around and looked right at
us. “HEY!” he said, making it sound
as though he knew Mike. Turning all the way around in his seat so
that he was on his knees facing us, the boy asked in a quiet voice so as not
to disturb the others that were watching the movie previews, “Michael,
what the heck are you doing here? I thought you and your family were in “Mom got sick again so we
didn’t go.” Mike said. “You guys know each other?”
Mark asked Mike. “Oh yeah! Sorry, I should introduce
you guys. This is my best friend Joji.” And then he introduced us to the boy,
“These here are the guys I was telling you about. This is
Mark...” Joji momentarily interrupted him, “Ah the
one from your Dojo?” “Yeah he’s the one,” Mike
said quickly moving on, “That’s Sean and Damien and...” Before Mike could tell him my name, Joji jumped in again with, “You must be Daddy Max!
Michael has told me so much about you.” I didn’t know what to say and looked
to Mike for an explanation. Mike dunked his head slightly and in that small
humble gesture, I knew that Mike had told Joji EVERYTHING. I wanted to ask a thousand questions, both
to Mike and to Joji, but the previews had ended and
the feature presentation was beginning. So without another word, Joji turned back around and everyone began watching the movie...
that is, everyone except for me. I ended up sitting there watching Joji the whole time. A minute or two later Mike stood up,
climbed over the top of the seats and sat himself next to Joji
where he remained for the entire movie. I watched as Joji
popped Hot Tamales as if they were no warmer then M&M’s and as he
took each sip from that enormous drink of his, which he did a lot and they
weren’t really sips, but long, drawn out gulps, I knew that it
wasn’t going to be long before he was either going to need to go to the
bathroom, or if he really was wearing a diaper, he’d be wetting
it—a lot! ~ Forty-Second Encounter ~ About forty-five minutes into the movie, Joji leaned over and whispered something into
Mike’s ear. For a second or two Mike just looked at Joji
quizzically and then the two of them popped up like a pair of Mexican jumping
beans and motioned for me to come with them. My heart was racing and my palms were
sweating with anticipation for what I was sure was about to happen. “Where are you going?” Mark
whispered. “Why do you always ask me
that?” I asked back, shaking my backpack in his face. He grinned knowingly. “Go get ’em tiger.” He teased and swatted me on the
backside. As I was trying to get out without stepping
on anyone’s toes I looked down at Damien and saw that he was sacked
out. For half a second I thought about waking him up and bringing him along
but then I decided I didn’t want to risk missing out one any potential
encounter opportunities that might present themselves with Joji and Mike. The three of us stepped out of the door and
had to stand there in the hallway shielding our eyes until they adjusted to
the bright lights. “Max,” Mike began to say,
“Joji has a problem.” I didn’t look at Joji,
but at his pants and sure enough, he’d had a leak. It wasn’t
surprising considering how much he’d already had to drink since the
start of the movie. “Wow, I guess he does.” I said. “He only brought one change with him.
Can he use one of your diapers?” Mike asked making sure he didn’t
say it too loud. There wasn’t anyone else around but one can’t be
too careful. “Oh yeah, sure.” I said,
disappointed that I wasn’t going to get to assist in the changing. I decided to try my luck anyway. I directed
my eyes right into Joji’s dark slanted eyes,
“Do you need my help getting cleaned up and changed?” Joji was about to answer when Mike quickly
said, “No, I will help him.” Reluctantly I reached into my backpack and
pulled out the second Super Hero Emergence Diaper Changing Kit and handed it
to Mike. Mike had not yet seen the kit and looked at it as if I’d just
handed him a plate of liver and spinach. “It has everything you will need
inside of it. Just unzip it and open it up when you get in the
bathroom.” I told them. No sooner had I said it, than the two of
them took off running like they were being chased by a bear. As I slung my backpack over my left
shoulder I began to wonder if the Emergency Diaper kit was such a good idea.
I mean, the potential was there for the kit to have more encounters then I
could. “Gosh, am I jealous of a notebook
filled with diapering supplies?” I mumbled to myself. I didn’t go back into the theater but
instead waited by the door for a few minutes. After a while curiosity got the
better of me and I began to meander toward the bathroom. I stopped at the entrance to the bathroom
and listened but I couldn’t hear anything so, with a deep breath, I
stepped into the bathroom. However, I didn’t see Joji
or Mike anywhere. There were two guys who looked to be in their 20’s
standing at the urinals so I had to be careful as I tried to peak under the
stalls to check if I could see two boys standing in one stall. Sure enough, the last stall, which was the
largest due to being the stall designated for handicapped people, had two
pairs of legs. I could hear mumbles and giggles coming from inside and I
wanted so badly to knock and be let in, but I was scared too. Finally I turned and walked back out of the
bathroom and back to the theater where Under Dog was playing. Mind you, I
didn’t go back in but instead stood there waiting for Joji and Mike to return, which they did after about
another ten minutes. The two of them were walking kind of fast
and looking mysterious. Joji had his hands crossed
over the front of his pants, the way boys do when they are naked and are
trying to hide their nudity. “What have you two been up to?”
I asked them. Mike shot me a wicked grin and then said,
“Joji can’t get his pants
zipped.” Joji punched Mike, “You said you
wouldn’t tell.” “So what!” Mike said, smiling
and rubbing his arm. “Let me help.” I told Joji as I knelt down in front of him. He was reluctant to move his hands so I
took hold of his wrists and forced his hands to his side. “Well, there’s the problem. You
got your shirt stuck in your zipper.” I said as I took hold of the
zipper and tried to pull it down to free his shirt. While I was doing that I
was getting an up-close view of the diaper bulging under his pants and I
could see a bit of it through the open part of his zipper. “Boy Joji,
you really got it caught.” I commented as I tugged with all my might. Finally the shirt and zipper came free of
one another. “Oh there we go.” I said. I stuck two fingers into the zipper to tuck
the shirt out of the way. I then removed my fingers and zipped up his pants
for him. When I looked into Joji’s
eyes again he was grinning and blushing at the same time. “Alright you two, let’s go
finish watching the movie.” I said, swatting them both on their
diapered rear ends. “Thanks Daddy Max.” Joji said with a giggle and it was my turn to blush. That is when I remembered the diapering
kit. “Where’s the notebook I gave
you?” I asked Mike. Mike smacked himself in the forehead, spun
on his heals and took off running toward the bathroom again, leaving Joji and me standing there alone. “Sorry, we kind of forgot it.” Joji said with the most innocent eyes. “I suppose you were more worried
about your zipper, huh?” I said. “Yeah,” he said kicking at the
carpet with the toe of his shoes. Mike soon returned with the notebook and
his eyes were as big as dinner plates. “What’s the matter?” I
asked him. “Someone found it in the bathroom and
was carrying it to the ticket counter.” He said, out of breath. “You think they opened it?” Joji asked. “Yeah!” Mike answered,
“And I had to tell him it was mine.” Mike handed it to me and I quickly stuffed
it back into the secret compartment of my backpack as the three of us went
back into the theater. I don’t remember any part of the
remainder of the movie because I was too busy sitting there fantasizing about
Joji and Mike, who where sitting in front of me
giggling and sharing that enormous drink. When the movie was over, all six of us
walked out to the lobby and found that it was spitting rain outside. “Ah man!” Mark groaned. “I ain’t
walking home in that stuff.” Sean said. “OK, I better call home and see if I
can get us a ride.” I said. “Wait, maybe my mom can give you guys
a ride.” Joji said. He didn’t wait for a reply. He ran
out of the cinema and out to a car that was waiting by the curb. A moment
later Joji turned and waved for us all to come out. Joji and Mike got in the front of the car while
the rest of us climbed in the back seat. “Where to boys?” Joji’s mom asked. She wasn’t what I would call a Hot
Mama, but she wasn’t too hard on the eyes either. She had dark hair,
but not as dark as Joji’s and she had big
green eyes. It was clear that Joji took after his
father and not his mother. “Thanks for giving us all a ride Mrs...?” I trailed off, not knowing what to call
her because I didn’t know what Joji’s last
name was. “Kim, Holley Kim.” She said. “You have a pretty name.” Sean
said and then he went bright-red when he realized that he’d actually
said it aloud. During the ride home we learned that Joji’s father and mother were divorced and that Joji’s father had moved back to Mrs. Kim was kind enough to drop each one
of us off at our own homes. First we dropped off Sean, then Mark, then Damien
and finally we stopped at my house. Mike had decided that he wanted to go
home with Joji instead of going back to his own
house. I again felt the monster of envy, because I so badly wanted to go
spend the rest of the day with those two. ~ Forty-Third Encounter ~ Two weeks later, I had just walked in the
door from school when mom told me that I had received a phone call and that
she had wrote the number down next to the phone. I didn’t recognize the
number at all so when I called it back and got some official sounding office,
I nearly hung up the phone without saying anything. “Hello?” an average sounding
male voice on the other end repeated for the third or fourth time before I
finally said something. “Hello, this is Max Riddle. I think
someone called me from this number earlier?” I said nervously. “Oh yes!” the man said sounding
much more upbeat, “Please hold while I transfer your call.” I was used to getting put on hold. That
happens whenever I try to call my dad at his office. “Hello Max!” a woman’s
voice sang into my ear. I knew the voice, but it took me a second
or two to place it. “Mrs. Orric?” I said, unsure if
I had guessed right or not. “That’s right Max!” She
sang again and I couldn’t help thinking how unlike Mrs. Orric she
sounded. “Max I have got to meet with you as
soon as possible. I have some wonderful news for you.” She said. “You do? I mean...” I
couldn’t finish my thought. My brain was working in overdrive, but I
was still confused. “How about this evening? We can talk
over dinner.” She said, but before I could reply she said, “I
won’t take no for an answer Max! And be sure to wear something nice. A
suit and tie, if you would.” I could hear a bunch of noise in the
background that sounded a lot like a busy shopping mall or somewhere like
that. “Uh, I’ll have to ask my
parents first.” I said. “Absolutely Max! You do that; I will
hold.” Mrs. Orric said and then it sounded like she was talking to
someone else wherever she was at. “No, no! It mustn’t have any
writing or pictures.” Confused and nervous I put the phone down
on the counter and went searching for mom, but instead I found my dad. He was
just walking in the front door. “You’re home early.” I
told him and then I explained to him about how Mrs. Orric, the Mayor’s
wife, wanted to take me to dinner. Needless to say, Dad was pretty much
stunned. “You know the Mayor’s
wife?” he asked. “Um, yeah.” I said feeling
almost guilty, because he didn’t have a clue as to how I had met her in
the first place and there was no way I was going to tell him either. In the
end I told him, that I’d met her and her son at the movies. “As long as we know where
you’re going and when you’ll be back. I don’t see why you
shouldn’t go.” Dad said and I could tell that he was both
impressed and proud that I was rubbing shoulders with someone so important. I went back to the phone, picked it up and
put it to my ear. There was even more commotion in the background than
before. “If they want that much money, tell
them, we’ll have to pass. No wait; tell them, that we’re in
negotiations with another company at half the price they are offering and
see, what they say to that.” I heard Mrs. Orric saying. “Mrs. Orric?” I said into the
phone. “Oh Max, is everything set
then?” She asked, sounding overly sweet. “Uh, my dad said it was ok.” I
said still feeling like my stomach was doing flip-flops like a fish out of
water. “That is wonderful! I will send my
driver to pick you up in say, two hours?” she said. “Ok,
bye-bye!” and then she hung up. I hung up our phone and turned to see mom
and dad looking at me with expectant eyes. I guessed, that dad had already
told mom about the Mayors wife wanting to take me to diner. “Well?” Mom said when I
didn’t say anything. “Sh-she’s
sending her driver to pick me up in two hours.” I said, as that thought
finally sunk in. “She also said I should wear a suit and tie.” I showered, combed my hair, put on my best
suit and one of my fathers ties, while mom polished my shoes for me. They
kept asking questions like, I wonder what she wants? Or they would ask me
about meeting her the first time. Stuff like that. Dad also told how he had met the mayor and
even once met his wife but he’d never been asked to dinner. Waiting for the driver to arrive was
agonizing, but finally a long black car pulled up in front of the house and I
knew that must be for me. “Do you have your phone?” Mom
asked. Dad stopped me as I was going out the door
and handed me a wad of cash. “Just in case you need it.” He said,
stuffing it into my sweating hands. I remember that it was kind of overcast as
I stepped out of our house and walked down to the black car. I don’t
think it was a limousine, it wasn’t that long, but it was still longer
then your average car and the inside was all black leather with really nice black
carpet on the floor. I tried to ask the driver if he knew why
Mrs. Orric wanted to see me, but all he said was,
that he had been instructed to pick me up and take me to the Pine Club. “What’s the Pine Club?” I
asked him. “It is a very nice restaurant.”
He said and then added, “To fancy for my liking, but then again,
I’m happy with a beer and some wings.” As I exited the car, I saw that the sign on
the front of the building read, “The Landmark Pine Club since
1947” and just from the outside of the building, I knew that I was way
out of my element. A gentleman was standing outside and
greeted me, “Good evening Mr. Riddle. I am Mrs. Orric’s
personal assistant, Oscar Huggins.” I stuck my hand out to shake, “Hello
Mr. Huggins.” I said. “Oh no, please call me Oscar.”
He said as he showed me into the restaurant. A lady in a fancy long draping black dress
took my coat and things and when she walked away with them I asked Oscar.
“Uh, how will she know which coat is mine?” Oscar smiled knowingly, “It is their
job to remember these things.” My eyes were working overtime to take in
all the wonder that is the Pine Club. I’d never been to such a ritzy
place before. Heck, a few minutes ago I hadn’t even heard of the Pine
Club. Mrs. Orric had spotted me coming before I had
seen her. She walked over to me and dismissed Oscar. “Max, my dear boy,” she gave me
a full embrace hug before saying, “I have a wonderful surprise for you
tonight! But first, I want you to meet some friends of mine.” “Max, this is Sharon Monroe.
She’s married to Judge Cartwright Monroe.” A lady with long dark
hair and probing eyes stood and shook my hand. “It is a please to finally meet you
Mr. Riddle.” She said. “Oh please I shook my head because I thought that is
what was expected but to be honest, I wasn’t sure what she had meant by
what she had said. “This is Herriot Johanna and her
husband is the Lieutenant Governor of Ohio.” I was sweating like a turkey on
Thanksgiving-eve, so I wiped my hand on my trousers before presenting it to
Mrs. Johanna to shake. “P-pleasure to meet you.” I
said, moderately showing how nervous I really was. “Max, relax!” Mrs. Orric said,
putting that same hand on my chest again, “We are all friends
here.” There were two other ladies at the table.
Mrs. Orric introduced me to them as well. “And this is Roxanne Stenenbaulm.” Mrs. Orric said and not really
thinking, I said, “Stenenbaulm? I think
I’ve heard that name before.” She stepped away form the table, walked
around and took my hand, “I should imagine so, Max.” she said in
a calm and familiar voice. “Doctor Stenenbaulm?!”
I exclaimed, “You were the doctor that took care of me when I came into
the hospital a couple months ago.” She smiled, “How’s your
head?” Instinctively, my hand went to the back of
my head, “Uh, fine! Hardly having anymore headaches. Uh, if you
don’t mind me saying so, you sure look a lot different then you did in
the hospital.” She smiled and the other ladies all
chuckled at my remark. “I’ll take that as a
complement.” She said. I think, I may have blushed a little at
that. “You two already know each other!
That is so very wonderful!” Mrs. Orric proclaimed with sincere delight. As Doctor Stenenbaulm
moved back to her seat, Mrs. Orric directed me to a fairly attractive older
woman with heavily tanned skin, which said to me, that she had recently
returned from somewhere tropical. She also had shoulder length
salt-and-pepper hair and seemed extremely dignified, even more so, than the
company of women she kept. She was at least twice the age of the other
ladies, but just as energetic. “Max, this is Genevieve
Killington.” Mrs. Orric said, as the regal woman took my hand and
looked deeply into my eyes. “Killington?” I said, feeling
weak in the knees and trying to keep my hands from trembling at her touch. I should explain that the Killington family
is well known, even to someone like me. The Killington family is the one that
the town of Doctor Stenenbaulm
spoke up and said with an air of humor, “I think, we better let Max sit
down before he falls down.” Mrs. Killington took hold of my bicep and
gave it a squeeze. She looked at the other ladies and said, “Oh,
he’s cute and he’s got muscles.” Doctor Stenenbaulm
spoke again, “Yes Genevieve, I’ve seen them for myself. Now let
the boy sit-down.” As I turned away from Mrs. Killington to
take the chair that Mrs. Orric was directing me to, I suddenly jumped as I
felt a hand on my butt. I spun around and saw Mrs. Killington looking at me
as if I was a chilidog and she was the dog who hadn’t been fed a week. “He’s got a nice bottom
too.” She giggled. “Genevieve!” Mrs. Orric said in
a chastising tone. “What,” Mrs. Killington said,
“I’m not dead yet, Dotty!” When she realized that Mrs. Orric was
sitting me two seats away from her, she protested, “Why are you putting
him way over there?” “Because the boy doesn’t need
you pawing all over him while he tries to eat.” Mrs. Johanna said. I remember thinking to myself how prim and
proper Mrs. Killington looked and I found it extremely difficult, that such a
refined looking woman could act so... well, you just read what she was doing.
What would you call it? Mrs. Orric then shared, “I do wish
Holley could have been here.” “She’s really having a hard
time with this pregnancy.” Doctor Stenenbaulm
said. “The pore thing must be scared to
death that she’ll loose this one too.” Mrs. Johanna, I mean
Herriot, said. “To loss two children so late in the
pregnancies like she did.” “I saw her and her kids this
morning,” Mrs. Killington said, “She looked really good, lots of
color in her cheeks. Mind you, her oldest son could use a bit of the belt
though for the way he’s turned out. Give me a month with that boy and
I’d straighten him out!” As the ladies where exchanging words,
something was gnawing at me and then I realized what it was.
I turned to Mrs. Orric and asked her, “I don’t suppose you mean
Mrs. Kim, do you?” All five of the ladies looked utterly
shocked at my question. Mrs. Killington blasted out with a hearty,
“You know Holley?” I nodded, “Yeah, I met her son Joji at the movies just a couple weeks ago. I met her
then too. But I didn’t know she was pregnant.” “Oh, now theirs a fine boy if I ever
saw one!” Mrs. Killington said proudly. “A lot like his father,
that Joji. Mrs. Killington let loose a room shaking
laugh, “I can guarantee you that he won’t be a lousy
husband!” “What’s that supposed to
me?” Mrs. Orric asked. “Dotty,” Mrs. Killington said,
trying to squelch any nerves that may have been trodden upon, “The boy
doesn’t have any interest in girls.” Doctor Stenenbaulm
joined in with, “It’s not just playful fun that keeps him chasing
after the other boys.” Mrs. Orric put a hand above her chest and
gasped, “I-I never had a clue.” She leaned forward,
“Really?” Mrs. Killington laughed as she said,
“Fruitier than a fruit basket.” I had no idea I said anything until after I
had asked, “You mean Joji’s gay?” Harriot, I mean Mrs. Johanna raised her eyebrows
at me, “You mean you didn’t notice either?” “Well, I didn’t really get to
spend much time getting to know him yet.” I said in my own decency. A waiter came to our table; at least I
assumed he was the waiter because all the guys in that place were wearing
nearly identical black suits with black shirts and ties. If I hadn’t
known better, I would have thought I was hanging out with the Sicilian Mafia
or something. “I see your guest has finally
arrived, ladies,” he said giving me a welcoming nod. “What happened to our other
waiter?” Mrs. Killington asked. “That is the same waiter
Genevieve.” Mrs. Monroe said with a hint of annoyance. Mrs. Killington reached out without him
seeing her do so and cupped his left buttocks just as she had mine. “Oh
yes, that’s him alright.” She said smiling and nodding. Everyone at the table, myself included,
turned about twenty shades of red. Doctor Stenenbaulm
chose to hide her face in her hands as Mrs. Johanna shook her head
disapprovingly. The waiter simply smiled and laughed it off with a very funny
comment, “Mrs. Killington, I’ve told you before that you
can’t have desert before dinner.” Mrs. Killington got a real kick out of
that. “Well, then stop standing around looking all sorts of beautiful
and bring us something to eat.” And she popped him one on the butt to
drive home her point. I guess when you have more money than
anyone else in town and you get as old and senile as Mrs. Genevieve
Killington, you can get away with groping waiters in a fine restaurant like
the Pine Club. However, I didn’t buy for a second that she was as
senile as she acted. There was too much life in those eyes of hers; I think she
acted like that because she knew she could get away with the sort of things
she was doing. Mrs. Orric, uh... Dotty, as she insisted on
being called now, ordered for me. I didn’t understand a word of what
she told our waiter, nor did I understand what the other ladies ordered, but
when it was served I saw that it was some sort of brown glazed fish with
mixed veggies and something that resembled rice but was a mix of light and
dark brown grains that were about three times longer than white rice. When I picked up the glass of ice water
that had been set in front of me and took a sip, I thought I was going to
die. I coughed and gasped for air as the fire inside my mouth felt as though
it was going to roast me from the inside out. Doctor Stenenbaulm
patted me on the back, as did Mrs. Orric. “What the heck is that?” I
wheezed. Mrs. Orric picked up the glass and took a
sip, “For pete-sake, you got
Genevieve’s gin.” Mrs. Killington picked up the glass in
front of her and said, “I thought this was kind of weak.” Everyone in the place was looking our way
as I coughed and sweated bullets. The ladies at my table all thought it was
funny; I on the other hand was glad I could almost breathe again. “Mrs. Killington, I mean Genevieve
took the glass from Dotty and took a big gulping swallow before letting out a
satisfying, “Yeah, that’s mama’s sweet nectar!” “Buck up boy!” Genevieve said,
“A couple of these and you’ll start growing hair in all the right
places.” Which caused me to choke and cough again at
the reference to my growing pubic hair. I might add that I already
have pubic hair but come on; having important rich ladies talking about my
short-and-curlies is not something I would have
ever thought might happen to me. Doctor Stenenbaulm
again dropped her face into her hands, but this time she was laughing so hard
that her entire body was shaking. All through dinner no mention had been made
as to why I had been asked to join them and I’m here to tell you, that
I was practically dieing to know too. By the time we finished our meal I had,
mostly, become use to Genevieve’s playfulness and was really enjoying
the company of my new lady friends. We talked about all sorts of stuff too.
Doctor Stenenbaulm told us about the time a man
came into the emergency room wearing handcuffs, a ladies thong and nothing
else. I guess you had to be there and hear the way she was telling it,
because boy was it funny. I was having so much fun that I
didn’t even notice when the conversation ever so subtlety shifted to
the subject of each of their children. And then I heard the word...
‘THE D-WORD’ which was first spoken by Herriot. I honestly cannot
remember what she said prior to that word, but you can bet I remember every
word that followed. “...diapers in a single day.”
Herriot said. My fork clanged again my plate when I heard
her say ‘Diaper’ and they all looked my way. “Sorry,” I mumbled. Dotty, I mean Eben’s
mom then began talking about Eben and his diapers. No kidding, right there at
the table where God and everyone else could hear! She talked about his need
for diapers as if it was the most normal thing to discuss at a place like the
Pine Club. And then Genevieve said, “Well, as
you know, I kept all three of my boys in diapers until they left for college
and they are all better men today because of them!” and then she
hiccupped because she had already had at least three more glasses of gin
since I had arrived. Lord knows how many she had before I got there. I couldn’t believe my ears. Every one
of these ladies was talking about how they diaper their children and I
don’t mean babies and toddlers but school aged boys! And then Dotty turned all attention to me.
“And how I ever managed without the wonderful diaper case Max gave me
two weeks ago, I do not know!” She then reached under her chair and produced
the green, zippered notebook, I’d given her at
Gulliver’s Mountain. “I can’t tell you the number of
times I have dreaded lugging the heavy diaper bag around for Eben.” She
said, laying it in the middle of the table... OPEN! “It has everything! Powder, wipes,
cream and of course diapers! All in a completely generic case!” she
said, pulling each item out and showing it to all the ladies. Genevieve then asked me, “Where on
earth did you come up with such a simple and yet brilliant idea?” Have you ever seen those old black and
white cop shows were they put a guy in a room, shine a bright light in his
eyes and then grill him for hours with questions? Well, that is exactly how I
felt at that moment. When I didn’t say anything Dotty
asked me, “You did say that you came up with this idea, right?” “Yes mam.”
I said, forgetting that this was supposed to be informal. “For your little brother?” she
asked. “I don’t have a little broth...
oh, you mean Damien?” I said, remembering that she had seen me changing
Damien’s diaper at Gulliver’s Mountain. “Damien isn’t
my little brother.” I said and then I told them how I had ended up as
Damien’s babysitter slash big brother and god help me, once I got
started talking I couldn’t stop myself. It was as though for the first
time in my life I was able to unburden every diaper related secret I had been
keeping my entire life. With ruptured interest my female audience
listened to everything I had to say and asked questions whenever they felt
like it. I had become an open book for them to read. When I had finished I leaned back in my
chair and sighed quietly to myself. Before that evening I hadn’t known
how consumed I had felt carrying all those secrets around with me and
afterward I felt almost as though I could float away, unencumbered by my life
of secrets. The ladies continued talking for a while
about the things I had shared and about their own diaper related things. And
then Dotty turned to me again and asked, “What would you think about
going into business with us Max?” “Excuse me?” I said, nearly
sliding out of my chair and under the table. “We want to start mass producing your
diaper case and selling it all over the country.” Genevieve said. “Huh?” I grunted, unable to
process what was being said, “You want to do what?” Finally Doctor Stenenbaulm,
I mean Roxanne, said to me, “Max, there are
mothers all over the world that would love to have something as handy as your
diaper cases.” “What did you call it again?”
she asked me. “I haven’t really given it an
official name yet but Mark and I have been calling it the Super Hero
Emergency Diapering Kit.” I said. “No,” Genevieve said with
another hiccup, “Needs to be shorter, more catchy.” “Well, I kind of like what Dotty was
calling it, a diaper case.” I said, “I mean it’s not a diaper
bag, but a diaper case.” “Diaper Case?” “I like it!” Herriot decreed. “It gets my stamp of approval.”
Roxanne said. Genevieve hit the table with her hand,
“Diaper Case it is then!” Dotty then asked me, “So what do you
think?” “About what?” I asked stupidly. “About going into business with
us?” Herriot said. “Boys a bit slow?” Genevieve
kidded me and gave me a wink to show that she was joking. And then the thought of how I would explain
all this to my parents hit me like a ton of bricks. “What’s the matter?”
Roxanne asked me. “Huh?” I grunted. “You look like your going to be
sick.” She said and I guess from her medical experience I must have
really looked bad then. “I-I can’t.” I stammered. “Well why the hell not?”
Genevieve growled. “My mom and dad. What would I tell
them?” I said ashamedly. “They don’t know anything about
this. They’ll think I am sick and lock me away in some asylum.” Genevieve put one elbow on the table and
leaned toward Dotty, “You know... strip away the wild imagination
he’s got and I think he might just have a valid point there.” “What? You mean duct-tape him and
hide him in the basement?” Genevieve said with a hiccup and a healthy
belly laugh. I laughed too, albeit nervously. And then Herriot added, “Just the way
does with the Damien boy.” Dotty looked at me and asked, “What
do you think?” “Uh, but how will I have time for all
of your kids?” I said feeling overwhelmed. “You could take all the kids to the
park on weekends for a couple hours.” Roxanne suggested. “And maybe once every month or two,
you could take them someplace special, like a water park or the zoo.”
Herriot said. “You’d be freeing them
up,” Genevieve said, motioning to the other ladies, “for a couple
hours each week and making money at the same time.” She picked up her
drink and began to raise it to her lips, “Plus, your share of any
profits from the Diaper Case.” “You can tell your parents, that I
thought you were doing such a wonderful thing with Damien that I wanted to
hire you too and then I introduced you to my friends as well.” Dotty
said. I thought for a moment and then said,
“That could work.” Genevieve pointed a finger at me,
“That mean’s you’ll be changing diapers when you have the
kids. No bring back a poopy boy!” I laughed, put my right hand over my heart
and held up my other hand, “I promise.” She made a dismissive huffing sound, shook
her finger at me again and said, “You could use a little diaper training
yourself mister smarty pants.” For half a second I thought she was
serious, but then she smiled and all the ladies chuckled. “I have another idea to go along with
all that.” Roxanne added. “We should open an account for Max and
put all of his profits from the company into that account. So he’ll
have that money for when he goes to college.” Genevieve was really feeling her gin and it
was showing. She slammed her hand on the table as she announced, “And
by god you are going to college too, young man!” “Yes mam!”
I said in a cute little voice, but I did mean it. “Do you have any idea what you want
to study?” Roxanne asked me. “To be honest, I’ve been
thinking about that quiet a bit lately.” I said, taking a sip of my
water. “I think I would...” I paused and looked around the table.
Never before had I felt comfortable saying, what I was about to say, but
sitting there at that table with those women, I felt completely safe in saying, “I’d like to do something just like
what all of you have suggested. Working with boys of all ages...” I
paused again as I looked each one of them in the eyes, “that are in
diapers.” Dotty put an arm around me and hugged me.
The other ladies, except for Genevieve, who was too drunk to get up, came
over and each hugged me in turn. Finally, Genevieve said to me, “Boy,
uh Max, come here!” Partly reluctant for fear of getting groped
again, I slowly eased myself to where she was still relining. She grabbed at
the front of my shirt, pulled me down and planted a wet, gin laced kiss on my
left cheek. “You are a good boy!” she said
patting my opposite cheek hard enough to nearly scramble my brains. Her
breath was so saturated with gin, that it nearly pickled my eyeballs within
their sockets. While Genevieve kept one arm wrapped around
my middle, Dotty said to me, “And now for your surprise.” “Uh, I thought all this was the
surprise.” I said. “No, the surprise is,” She
paused and looked at the other ladies who all shared knowing glances,
“We have already begun ordering the necessary materials for the diaper
cases and production should begin next week. This morning, thanks to some
pull from Genevieve,” Genevieve bowed in royal fashion while still
seated in her chair, “...we reached an agreement with the corporate
headquarters for Kids-R-Us, Baby-World and Wal-Mart, to sell them. Your
Diaper Cases will be on their shelves by early May.” “No way!” I exclaimed,
momentarily forgetting that we were in the Pine Club. I looked around at the
women, who were all now looking guilty, “You all knew I’d agree
to this all along, didn’t you?” Genevieve grabbed my butt, however not like
before, this time she was rubbing it in tiny circles. “I said it
before,” she began, “and I’ll say it again. Cute, sexy and
smart!” and then she gave me a hard swat that felt almost as hard as
when dad used to spank me. She then goosed me and like I’d done before,
I yelled and jumped. “Genevieve,” Dotty growled at
her, “Stop groping our business partner!” And When I got home both, mom and dad, as well
as my brother and sister were excitedly waiting to hear all about my evening.
So, just like the ladies had proposed, I told them about the job offer to act
as a Big-Brother to their boys. To take them on outings and just hang out
with them like I was already doing with Damien. “And besides, Damien needs more
friends to play.” I said and mom started to cry. “Why are you crying?” I asked
her. “I thought you would be proud that I am getting a really good
job.” “I am honey!” she said grabbing
a tissue and dabbing at her eyes. “I am just so proud of you!” “Dang little brother,” My
sister said, “That sounds like a really sweet deal.” “I hope you aren’t mad.”
I told her. “Why would I be mad?” she
asked. “Well, because you used to watch
Damien and all.” I said. “Believe me,” she said rolling
her eyes, “I don’t regret letting you take over babysitting that
little monster.” I think that was the first time I had ever
heard her say, that she had felt like that about Damien. My brother didn’t have anything to
say about the babysitting part, he just thought that it was cool, that I was
working for such a rich cliental. “I only have one condition.”
Dad started to say, but before he could continue I said, “My grades
better not suffer?” “Dot... I mean Mrs. Orric and the
other already said as a condition of me working for them; I have to keep a C
average or better.” Of course that was a bold face lie; they
hadn’t said anything of the sort. “I’ll do them one
better,” Dad said, “You had better keep a B average or your butt
is mine!” “A B average?” I complained,
“Isn’t it good enough that I got a job? Now I have to be a nerd
too?” I said jokingly. Dad grabbed my elbow and pressed on one of
the pressure points. It only took half a second for me to scream out,
“OK, OK! I’LL KEEP A B AVERAGE!” “I know you’d see it my
way.” Dad said. Mom then added, “And you better check
with Damien’s grandparents to make sure they are ok with Damien’s
going along with you.” “Yeah I thought about that too. I was
going to call them as soon as I got home.” I said which was true; I had
planned on doing just that. Of course Bill and Gladys were overjoyed at
the news and totally on board with Damien making more friends. When they put
Damien on the phone and I told him about, he didn’t sound too happy
about having to share me, until I whispered into the phone that he would get
to play with more boys that wear diapers too. After that, he was all for it.
Heck, he wanted to go play right away, but I told him that we’d have to
wait until the weekend. Never in a million years would I have ever
thought that something like this could happen in real life, let alone to
someone like me. “Daddy Max!” That’s what Mike calls me and
now I get to play daddy to a host of diaper wearing boys. I can’t wait
to meet them all! ~
THE END ... or is it? ~ Final
Note from the author: Wow, I can’t believe how many of you
have been writing me to say how much you are enjoying this Close Encounter
series. Several of you have even written to say that one or more of the
encounters were so much like what you had experienced yourselves. That means
a lot to me because that tells me that the things that are coming out of my
head are not as far fetched as I might think they seem at first. If you would like to, I would love to hear
what you thought about this third encounter story and what you thought of the
ending. You can email me at [email protected]. |