This is the continued story of Simon’s Journal.
Before you begin this third volume in this series,
I would highly recommend that you read the first and second volumes
as each picks up were the previous left off.
Simon’s Journal -
Volume I
Thirteen Days – The First Crusade
Thirteen
Nights – After the Crusade
ADMONITION:
The
following narrative is nearly a complete work of fiction. Some events and
characters were pulled from real life but have been changed, enhanced and
twisted to comply with my will. Any other similarity to actual individuals
living or dead is completely unintentional, but it would be incredible!
WARNING:
The
following story contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual
content. If reading a coming of age story about boys wearing diapers and
exploring their awakening sexuality doesn’t tickle your pickle, or if pickle
tickling is illegal in your area, then I suggest you select something else to
read.
Simon's Journal
Volume III
Thirteen
Sails
Adventures Abound
Written by Danny
A
whole new beginning
To say that life had changed after the
arrival of Madam-M, a.k.a. ex-officer Yolanda Mecums would be the gravest
understatement in the history of man. The first thing to go was the dingy and
stained diapers to be replaced with new diapers. The second thing to go was the
ill fitting, stained, torn, mismatched clothing. Every single boy received not
one but two complete sets of clothes just like Runt and the others wore. That
included gloves, hats, coats and best of all SHOES!
During the weeks that followed many more changes
occurred. The filth was being washed away, mostly by us. The food... Oh the
food!!! The food got so much better! Scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast,
Hotdogs and PB&J sandwiches for lunch and the
best of all were the dinner meals. Roasted turkey, roast beef, fried chicken,
baked potatoes and even PIZZA!!!
Probably the best thing to have happen was
when Lowell, Timmy and I were assigned to work in the kitchen with Fyer.
However, at first it wasn’t such a cool thing because the very first morning we
walked in to find Fyer laying face down on the floor,
butt naked except for his boots.
“Oh my eyes! My eyes!” Timmy said
quickly covering his face with his hands.
“Yikes!”
I punched
“What are we going to do now?” I asked.
“Don’t look at me!” Timmy said, “I ain’t touching him!”
“Wow! He’s part horse!”
“I don’t know how to cook!” Timmy complained
and I was glad to have the subject directed away from Fyer.
“I can cook some stuff but I don’t know how
to do it in here!”
Fyer made another sound and while I was
looking at him those two conspired against me!
“Looks like you’s
gonna be da cook t’day.” Timmy said to me.
“W-what? B-b-but I-I-I...” but then I
seen how they were both looking at me and I knew it was useless to argue with
them. “W-well what am I going to cook then?” I asked shooting an evil expression
at the two of them.
“It don’t
matter! Just cook something.”
Timmy seemed to jump when the
idea hit him, “Why don’t ya do a stew? “Dat’s gotta be easy.”
“What of?” I asked looking
around.
“Why don’t we just toss
everything we can find in with some water or something, let it boil up until it
is good and hot?”
That sounded too easy. I was sure
that the three of us were going to be in for it for sure when everyone tasted
the concoction and I could already Runt accusing us of trying to poison
everyone.
“What if it doesn’t taste good?”
I asked.
They both shrugged at the same
time.
“Gee thanks!” I said to them.
“We can dump a bunch’a these spices...” Timmy started to gather up some of
the small canisters, “in and make it taste ... uh ... well it’s gotta make it taste gooder
right?”
“Sounds good to me!”
While
“Maybe Madam-M made him get rid
of it!”
“Hey,” Timmy called from across
the kitchen, “Here’s s’me li’l
pots in chere!” he said, but when I looked they were
just a bunch of small pots, an certainly not large
enough to cook a stew for everyone.
“Why don’t you ask someone?”
“Everyone is still asleep you
dork!” I said with a shrug and then I said to Timmy, “Hey, why don’t you go ask
Madam-M?”
Timmy looked at me as if I had
just sprouted a second head, “ARE YA NUTS?”
“Well we better find something
‘cause when everyone comes for breakfast they are going to be hungry, so you
better think of something and fast!!!”
“What ‘bout dis...
uh... thang?” Timmy asked.
There was an enormous iron drum
looking thing about six feet tall and three feet around setting in the corner
beside the big black stove.
“That?” I exclaimed, “That’s not
for cooking in, that’s where hot water is made you boob!”
“Why not use it?”
Timmy and I kept looking at each
other then the water tank thing. I finally shrugged, “Well, I don’t know why we
couldn’t ... I mean it will get the water good and hot right?”
And that was that. Timmy slid a
chair over so that we could reach to top and then we started dumping in the
stuff that
After about an hour or so more, we
started to smell the stew brewing.
“How’s it coming?”
“Get off him!” I said, “You’re
going to wake him up and he’s going to be mad as a wet cat.”
“Oh my goodness, gracious! No ya ain’t
pee’n on ‘em?” Timmy spurt out.
At first I hadn’t noticed that
“
He just shrugged and grinned a
bit wider.
We waited about another half hour
before giving it a taste test. I lifted the top, which was hinged on either
side and opened in the middle. Steam billowed out in big clouds that didn’t
smell all that bad.
“It’s boiling a lot!” I said.
“How’zit
taste?” Timmy asked sounding excited and pleased that it seemed to be working.
“Don’t know, I ain’t tried it yet,” I said back.
“Oops!” I said.
“Dangit
Simon!”
“Hey! If I fall in here then you
are going to get it!” I said shaking my fist at him. “And besides... OUCH!”
He just laughed it off and handed
me another big spoon; a wooden one this time with a long handle.
“Hey, it ain’t
near done!” I said. “Everything is still raw.”
“Maybe you should make the fire
under it hotter?” Timmy said.
That’s just what we did. Lowell
and Timmy got some more wood and I stuffed it into the fire.
“OH I GOT AN IDEA!”
“What do you have?” I asked
suspiciously.
He produced a bottle of Fyer’s whiskey.
“You know we done a lousy job of
getting rid of all his stash? I mean just look at the great lump!” I said.
“Yeah well I found five more
bottles just yesterday!”
“Yeah well you know he’s going to
kill you if he finds out you got that one too!” I said.
As though he didn’t much care
“You idiot!” I shouted, “You’re going to burn
down the whole place!”
“Oooh
yeah! Now
that’s a fire!”
Sure enough about forty-five
minutes later we could hear everyone arriving for breakfast. But the stew still
wasn’t ready. I tasted it again and some things were still crunchy.
“Wot ya t’ink dey
gonna t’ink ‘bout hav’n crunchy stew for bekf’st?” Timmy
asked.
“Well it’s a little late for that
now isn’t it?” I said.
After a half hour or so, they were
beating on the tables with there knives an forks like you
see in the movies, and I knew we had to do something and super fast. After
having a quick think about it I grabbed the bottle, flipped it upside down over
the fire and emptied every last drop.
The three of us stood there
watching it just as nervous as we could be, when all of a sudden Runt came in
with Mikey right behind him.
Now this was only the third time
I had seen Mikey since they had joined us here at the Banachelli and he didn’t
look any better now then he did that first day. As a matter of fact, I think he
might even have looked worst now.
“What in hell is going on here?” Runt
bellowed. “Where is the Gosh-Dang food?” except he didn’t say Gosh-Dang, he
used the real words.
Then Runt seen Fyer lying there
on the floor covered in a pile of wet cloth diapers.
“It is almost done!” I said
quickly, and right at that second the water tank made a sound like when you got
diarrhea and are trying to hold it in. Steam was shooting out all around the
hinges of the lid.
“What is that?” Runt asked, “Son
of a Bitch, are you cooking something in there!”
Boy, Runt got this real amazed
look on his face and a second later he got a real frightened look, like you might get just before hitting the ground after
falling from the top of a skyscraper.
I suppose everything would have
been just fine had the dang thing now blew up right then!
I am not exactly sure what
happened next. I do remember that it knocked us all on our diapered butts and
it blew Mikey right back out the door in a sort of backwards somersault.
Runt and me
were astonishingly spared somehow. When it blew up, the force of it blew our
clothes right off our bodies except for our shoes. And it blew stew all over us
and everywhere so that we looked like ... well, like something a humongous cat
would have coughed up.
It took several seconds before
any of us knew that it had blown a hole about five feet around right through
the wall into where everyone was sitting waiting to eat. Incredibly, it didn’t hurt
anyone; but it left everyone setting at they tables, covered with stew, looking
shocked and horrified at the same time—but it sure did shut them up about when
there food was going to be ready.
Suddenly Madam-M came running
into the kitchen though the whole we’d made in the wall. “What was that!” she
shouted. “What happen?”
She looked at Runt and me
standing there stark naked and seen Fyer lying on the floor naked and
unconscious. She stepped closer to Runt and with one of her big fingers she
wiped some of the food from his face, “Runt, is that you?”
He began to babble, “Simon—Tank—Stew-Boom!”
and then he kind of got control of himself and grabbed the knife that was now
sticking out of the wall by his left ear.
“Simon—Tank—Stew-Boom!” he
scream, and came after me with the knife. I ran out the other door into where
Lowell and I used to have to wash all the diapers for everyone. Runt was hot
after me all throughout the hallways. I outran him though; because there was no
way I was going to let him catch me. The chase ended when I ran back to Madam-M
hoping that she would save me from him.
Madam-M and everyone else for
that matter were still standing or sitting exactly where Runt and I had left
them which was kind of funny really. I stopped right
behind Madam-M and said, “Please don’t let him kill me!”
She reached down and scooped a
handful of the stew out of my hair and tasted it. “Hey! That’s not half bad! I
would have preferred it in a bowl but beggars can’t be choosers.”
Of course no one else had any of
it but I don’t think any one was complaining about having to go hungry until
lunch time.
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