Summary: Boy and his mother must move to a new apartment to save money. 
Boy is scared about leaving his best friends behind, and his baby 
sitter too, until he meets his new baby sitter and her brother.

"Bill" BY CODY MATTHEW JAMES III 2/8/05

Chapter 1 HOW WE MET BILL

This story is purely fictional. Any relation of names to anyone living 
or dead is purely coincidence. All chapters must be read in order to 
maintain the context of this story. ENJOY! C.M.J. III

"Here, let me help you with that," the voice sprang up from behind me.

I lost my grip on the mattress my mom and I were moving into our new 
apartment.

"You shouldn't be moving something that heavy ma'dam," the man said to 
my mom.

I turned to see a guy walk past me and take the front end of the 
mattress from my mother's hands.

"You shouldn't be using those lovely hands in that manner."

"Oh�we really don't need any help�sir." my mom said.

"My name is Bill," he said as he helped me carry the mattress into our 
apartment.

"Scotty and I can handle moving our furniture Mr.�Bill," my mom said.

"I've got a few minutes so I can give you a hand Miss�Mrs�"

"Mrs. McCormick." my mom filled in.

"And where would you like us to put this fine mattress Mrs. McCormick." 
Bill asked.

"Through the hall, bedroom on the right please."

"Done." Bill said.

We placed the mattress on the box spring and walked back into the 
living room.

"By the way, my name is Bill Stiles. I live in apartment 22 G, upstairs 
Mrs. McCormick."

"Oh, please call me Jeanne."

"I think Scotty and I can take care of the rest of the furniture Bill," 
my mom said as she put the pillows on the couch.

"Nonsense Mrs. McCormick, I mean Jeanne. I just got off work and I was 
going to do my weight lifting when I got home. If I help Scotty bring 
in the rest of the furniture, I will be killing two birds with one 
stone."

My mom blushed when Bill winked at her.

"Come on Scotty. We can have this done in a few minutes." Bill said as 
he placed his hand on my shoulder and led me back out the front door.

When we got to the carport, Bill took off his dark brown sports jacket 
and laid it on the front seat of my mom's car. I grabbed the last box 
of kitchen utensils and watched Bill pick up the heavy coffee table. I 
could see his arm muscles bulge inside his light blue long sleeve shirt 
as he lifted the table up and start walking to the apartment.

"What do you do for a living Scotty?" Bill asked me as we walked down 
the long hallway.

"I..."

"Don't tell me...My E.S.P. says you are in the U.S. Air Force and 
you're a pilot in one of those jet fighters."

"No, I'm..."

"I know. You're an adviser for President Bush, right?" Bill asked.

"No, I go to..."

"You're a world famous college professor and you took some time off so 
you could help you mother move. Right." Bill interrupted me again.

"NO! I go to school." I answered quickly.

"Oh. Which school do you go to Scotty, Cal Tech, U.S.C., U.C.L.A.?

"No, I will be going to Lone Hill elementary school this fall."

"You're pulling my leg Scotty. I thought you were about twenty two 
years old."

"When was the last time you saw a four foot almost one inch tall twenty 
two year old Bill?"

"Last week I saw a three foot tall three year old." Bill said as we 
walked into the apartment.

As we entered the apartment, Bill said "I take it Mrs. McCormick, the 
coffee table goes in front of the sofa."

"You shouldn't have carried the heavy table all by yourself 
Bill...Scotty, why didn't you give him a hand?"

Before I could answer my mom, Bill said "He's the supervisor. You can't 
ask the supervisor to give you a hand Mrs. McCormick."

I really liked Bill now I thought to myself, he had a sense of humor 
and a great imagination.

'Let's go and finish off that trailer so your mom can get it back to 
the rental yard sport." Bill said.

As we headed back out the door I told Bill "I'll see you out back in a 
minute. I need to do something first."

"Okay see you out back Scotty."

As Bill was heading to the carport, I went to my bedroom. When I looked 
in, I was glad my mom didn't make me take the sheet off the mattress 
this morning so she could wash it. The last thing I wanted Bill to find 
out was that I wet my bed.

"Mom, don't take the sheet off my bed. I'll wash it later."

I was glad that it was dark last night when we moved my bed and dresser 
over here from our old apartment. No one saw us move it in. We kind of 
snuck it in last night so they would not see the stains on my mattress.

I had a great time my last night at our old apartment, sleeping in a 
sleeping bag with my best friends Matt and Kyle. It was kind of a going 
away party last night for my mom and me at our old apartment. I was 
going to miss Matt and Kyle, but my mom said there were some kids 
living in our new apartment building that were about the same age as 
me.

If Bill looked into my room, all he would see is a mattress with a 
sheet on it that needed a blanket, and bedspread.

"Bill, are there any kids in this apartment building about my age?" I 
asked as I caught up to him.

"Kevin lives next door to me. He's about eight years old."

"I was thinking about someone about eleven to twelve years old."

"Well, there is a boy, his name is Samone. He lives upstairs in the 
rear about here." Bill said as he pointed to the ceiling over his head.

"How old is he?"

"He's about your age Scotty, eleven or twelve, but I need to tell you 
something about him first."

"What?"

Bill turned so he was facing me.

"Samone is what they call mentally challenged. Do you know what that 
means Scotty?"

"Sure, it means his brain is not working like it normally should."

"I couldn't have said it better myself Scotty."

"I had to work with some kids like that when we were filming a 
commercial for a PBS station one time." I told Bill

"You're in commercials Scotty?"

"Yeah, my mom tries to get me modeling jobs and some commercials every 
now and then to make ends meet as she says."

"What kind of commercials have you done?" Bill asked as we walked back 
to the apartment.

"Did you ever see a commercial about life insurance, almost five years 
ago. The husband and wife were talking about getting more life 
insurance as they stood over a crib looking at the kid sleeping."

"Can't really say I did."

"Oh, the camera was on me all the time and you could only hear the 
parent's voices in the back ground. They never showed the parents at 
all."

"And the boy turns over onto his side and puts his thumb in his mouth?" 
Bill said.

"Right, my thumb and mouth."

Bill stopped in the hallway, and as I stood there for a second, he 
studied me.

"That was you in the commercial Scotty. I remember those eyes."

"Yeah, I did that one when I was six years old"

"How did you land the job?"

"My mom needed some money to make the rent, and they couldn't get any 
of the other kids to turn onto their side on cue. I was in the same 
studio auditioning for a shoe commercial when the life insurance 
sponsor saw me."

"Did you get the shoe commercial too?"

"No, my feet were too small, but with the insurance commercial we made 
the rent for about six months."

"What about the PBS commercial, what was that about?"

"That was a freebee my mom says. She wanted to get me more exposure on 
TV, so I was in a commercial about autism. It was entitled 'I have 
feelings too'

"Sounds like you have had an interesting life so far Scotty."

"What do you do for a living Bill?"

"I'm into advertising, drawing up advertisements for a wine company, 
and I do advertising for some beer companies, too."

"Need an almost eleven year old beer pusher?"

"No, but we are expanding into some different fields this fall. How are 
you mechanically?"

"I like to take things apart to see how they work, why?"

"We just branched out into mechanical field last week. Think you could 
hold up the golden gate bridge in your hands Scotty?"

"In one hand with my other tied behind my back." I said jokingly.

"Where would you like me to put these lamps Mrs., I mean Jeanne?"

"Those two go on either side of the couch, and that one goes in 
Scotty's bedroom." my mom answered.

"I'll take that to my room Bill." I said as I put the last box down on 
the couch, and then Bill handed me the lamp.

I took the lamp to my room and put it down on the nightstand. As I 
looked around the room, I saw the sliding closet door was open. When I 
looked down at the cardboard box, it was clearly marked: Diapers and 
plastic pants. I closed the closet door quickly slamming it against the 
doorstop.

"Scotty, are you okay in there?"

"Yeah, these closet doors close so easy, not like the ones at our old 
apartment."

As I walked back into the living room, Bill was at the front door 
waiting for me.

As we headed out back one last time, I asked Bill about swimming in the 
pool. He told me it was for the tenants and their guests use only, and 
the pool was heated year round.

I ask him about the blond girl I saw swimming in the pool last weekend 
when my mom and I came over to sign the rental agreement. Bill told me 
her name was Cathy, and she was going to start collage this fall. When 
Bill saw the interest I was showing in learning more about her, he said 
that maybe he could get her to baby sit me sometime. I told Bill that I 
was almost eleven, but in my mind, I wouldn't mind her babysitting me 
anytime no matter how old I was.

It was almost noon before Bill and I finished unloading the trailer and 
car. Everything was now in our new apartment. My mom thanked Bill and 
told him she was going to take him out to dinner as soon as we were 
settled for all his help.

"I guess I'd better hit the road so you and Scotty can get settled in 
Jeanne." Bill said.

"Bill. I'll walk out with you. I need to move my car." my mom said.

As they left, I looked around the apartment. It was a big mess, but we 
were finally moved in.

I went to my room and lay down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I 
was so tired from being up early this morning.

"Hey kid, crashing on me?"

"No, I'm just tired from all this moving."

"I need to get the trailer back, and I thought we could do lunch at 
McDonalds after." my mom said.

"Naw, I thought I would take a nap for awhile. I guess the hot weather 
got to me."

"Hey, are you coming down with something Scotty? My mom asked as she 
felt my forehead.

"I don't think so."

"You do have a little temp. Maybe you had better take a nap."

I turned over on my side when my mom said "You forgetting something 
Scotty?"

'Mom, do I have to?"

"Yes, we can't afford to buy you a new mattress yet, and besides, you 
don't have the mattress protector on your bed yet."

I turned over onto my back and just lay there.

"You're going to make me do all the work ,you little stinker?"

"Do you like Bill?" I asked her

"He's nice and pleasant�Where are your diapers, baby?"

"In the closet on the left��What did you talk to Bill about when you 
went to move the car?"

"Oh, a bunch of everything."

"Like what?"

"I told him I was looking for a sitter for you Scotty."

"But mom, I'm almost eleven years old, I don't need a sitter."

"Remember what we talked about last week?"

"Yeah, I know you're working more hours but�."

"No buts. Some nights I'll be getting home late, and I don't want 
anything bad to happen to my bright, good looking, honest, hard working 
sweet, precious, baby."

"Aw mom."

"What, you aren't my sweet precious baby?' she said as she took out two 
cloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants from the box in the closet.

"If Matt and Kyle ever heard that sweet precious thing, I would be dead 
meat at school�..or would have been, for an entire year."

"Aw my poor little boy." she said as she pulled my pants down as I lay 
there on the bed.

After she took my pull-ups off, she slipped the double cloth diaper 
under me and pinned it, then pulled the plastic pants over my feet, up 
and over my diapers.

"You have a good nap, and I'll take the trailer back. Be back in a 
while Scotty and do not answer the door."

I turned over onto my stomach and went to sleep.

I woke up when I heard the sound of a pan hit the floor in the kitchen. 
I looked over at the window to make sure it was still open. It seemed 
awful hot in my bedroom, and it was weird that no one was in the 
swimming pool outside my bedroom window on this hot Sunday. When I 
reached down to my crotch, I felt the wetness. It was a good idea to 
diaper me before my nap, otherwise it would mean me sleeping on the 
couch again tonight while my mattress dried out. I got up off the bed 
and went into the kitchen to see what was up.

"About time you woke up Scotty. I thought I was going to have to wake 
you up to tell you it was bedtime."

"I guess I was more tired then I thought."

"How do you feel?"

"Okay I guess."

My mom felt my forehead "Your temperature is up."

"Aw, I feel okay."

"You go over to the couch and lay down. I'll go get the thermometer and 
a blanket for you. Now move."

I went over to the TV to get the remote, then to the couch and lay down 
as my mom returned.

"Let's put this in your mouth, or would you like it in the other end?" 
she teased me as she put the thermometer in my mouth.

She put the blanket over me as I fidgeted.

"Need to have your diaper changed?"

"Naw, it's okay."

"You're telling me the truth Scotty?"

"I need a change." I replied.

"Cloth diapers or pull-on diapers?"

"Cloth diapers." I answered.

I kind of figured that my mom knew that I didn't mind wearing diapers 
since I had so many wetting accidents,

As long as I can remember, my mom had tried to get me into diaper 
commercials. The last one I tried out for was a holiday print 
disposable diaper after I had turned seven years old. I felt so 
embarrassed until I saw the other kids trying out. Compared to them I 
was one of the smaller ones.

When I had a sleep over at my house with Matt and Kyle last year, I 
didn't know how I was going to get my diaper on without them knowing. 
When my mom said it was bedtime, Matt asked me if my mom diapered me or 
if I did it myself. I was shocked that he knew, then he told me he 
could smell the pee, and the baby powder just like in his baby 
brother's room. Then Matt told me that Kyle still wet his bed, and that 
he liked to wear diapers too. After Kyle and I were diapered by my mom, 
Matt walked back into my bedroom from the bathroom, naked, and asked if 
he could join the diaper party. My mom put a double diaper on him, but 
Matt never admitted he liked to wear diapers like Kyle and I do. When I 
saw Matt's erection, I knew he liked wearing diapers.

"All done" my mom said.

I felt more comfortable now with a dry diaper on.

My mom took the thermometer out of my mouth "You do have a temperature, 
kid. Looks like your going to have to take it easy tomorrow."

"I wanted to help unpack mom."

"If your temp gets any higher, I'll have to take you to the doctor. 
Now, how about some dinner."

"Like what?"

"Since you didn't want McDonalds this afternoon, I got us some fish and 
chips."

"When do we eat?" I said as I sat up quickly.

Fish and chips were my favorite, even over hamburgers.

"It's almost five o'clock now, how about in ten minutes?"

When I smiled at her, she knew my answer.

As we sat on the couch eating dinner and watching TV, my mom said 
"About your sitter, I talked to the apartment manager and he suggested 
that I hire Cathy Heather to look after you until school starts this 
fall. How do you feel about that Scotty?"

I still thought that I was too old for a baby sitter, but when she 
mentioned Cathy, I was for that.

"I guess its okay." I said.

It was nine o'clock when I went to bed. Mom changed my damp diaper, and 
put clean sheets on my bed. She tucked me in, then kissed me on the 
forehead. I laid there after the light went out thinking about Matt and 
Kyle. They were probably sitting in front of the TV playing with Matt's 
game boy

"Hey baby, going to sleep all morning?" my mommy asked as she sat down 
on my bed

"Huh?' I said as I turned onto my back.

"Need to take your temp, and by the way, Cathy is here to meet you."

"Mom, I'm still in my�."

"Hi Scotty. I'm Cathy Heather. I'll�"

I pulled the covers over my head as fast as I could.

"Looks like you have a shy son Mrs. McCormick."

"Not really, we just caught him at a bad time."

"Come on Scotty, let's see those pretty hazel eyes your mom told me 
about." Cathy said.

"No."

"I think he's embarrassed because he slept in his bare necessity's last 
night Cathy."

"So we have a little Moglie here, you know, the boy from the Jungle 
book story." Cathy said

"I think your right Cathy."

"Scotty, I've been baby sitting most of my life, and I've seen 
everything."

"Wanna bet." I said under my breath.

"Come on Scotty, I need to take your temperature now, OR WE COULD DO IT 
THE OTHER WAY." my mom threatened.

I pulled the sheet and blanket down to my neck, and there she stood. 
That beautiful blond haired girl that, some how I had fallen madly in 
love with even thought I'd only seen her once in her yellow bikini. 
Those blue eyes looking down at me and the perfect smile on that 
goddess sent tingles through my body. Her breasts were just the perfect 
size to match her fantastic body.

"Are you done checking her out Scotty?' my mom asked.

"Yeaaaah,�I mean no�..I mean I wasn't checking her out."

"Sure, now if you could roll that tongue back into your mouth, I could 
put the thermometer under it." my mom remarked

I felt my face getting red as Cathy was giggling while she looked 
around my room.

"I will see you Wednesday morning Scotty�� Mrs. McCormick, I need to 
take off to sign up for my collage classes now. We can talk later, if 
we need too." Cathy said.

"Thanks for stopping by Cathy, and please call me Jeanne."

"Adios Scotty." Cathy said as she left.

When I heard the front door close behind her, I said "Mom, why did you 
invite Cathy over so early. I'm still in my diaper, and the last thing 
I want her to find out�..Mom, did you already tell her that I wear 
diapers?"

"No baby, I was going to leave that up to you."

"How am I going to get ready for bed Wednesday night without her 
finding out?"

"You can always say goodnight, come to your room, and put them on 
yourself sweetheart."

"Yeah, I guess I wasn't thinking. How's my temperature mom?"

"It's down, but not enough for you to mess around today. I want you on 
that couch watching TV, understand."

"Yeah."

"Let's get you changed. What do you want to wear today?"

"Pull-ups."

"Which ones?" she asked as she went thru my dresser.

"Surprise me."

I had my plastic pants down, and my diaper off when she came back to my 
bed with the pull-ups "Pretty soon you won't be able to wear these 
anymore, but you will always be my little baby."

"Aw mom."

"Ready for some breakfast?"

"Steak and eggs?"

"In your dreams kid, cereal and milk."

After I had breakfast, I lay down on the couch and watched TV. My mom 
was busy putting things away in our new apartment. I felt so guilty 
just laying there.

"Mom, I'm bored. Can I help?"

"No, I want you in tip top condition Wednesday when Cathy is here. Oh, 
I forgot to tell you, Cathy was a swim instructor at a school. Maybe 
she can teach you how to swim better."

"I swim okay now that Mrs. Santos taught me last summer."

"You could still us some improvement Scotty. Dog paddling is not what 
you call swimming."

When it was lunchtime, my mommy made soup and sandwiches for us.

After dinner, my mom surprised me with a warm bath then we watched the 
movie Daddy Day Care.

My mom exchanged my pull-ups for a double diaper. Mom said my temp was 
near normal that night.

When I woke up on Tuesday morning, I felt weird. I didn't know what it 
was until I rolled over onto my back and felt it squish up into my butt 
crack. When my mom came in, she knew what had happened by the smell. I 
was so embarrassed, but she led me to the bathroom and cleaned me up. 
She didn't ask me what I wanted to wear that day, she just put one of 
my bed wetter diapers on me and then a pair of plastic pants.

I was confined to the couch most of the day watching cartoons while I 
still had a slight temp.

By the time dinner rolled around, all the cardboard boxes were in the 
trash, and we were in our new apartment.

As we sat done on the couch for dinner that night, my mom gave me the 
rules when Cathy was there.

"When Cathy is here tomorrow, I want you to behave, and do everything 
she tells you to do. Don't argue with her. Try and be helpful because 
she is baby-sitting you for a lot less pay then I paid Mrs. Santos. 
Cathy also mentioned that she might be baby-sitting another child while 
she watches you Scotty. You can go to her apartment as long as she is 
there. Her apartment and Bill's are safe houses, remember what I told 
you about safe houses?"

"Yeah, if I need help immediately I go to a safe house." I said.

"Bill usually works nights, so he might be home during the daytime, and 
if you can't get to a safe house when you need one, what do you do?"

"Yell fire as loud as I can, over and over." I replied.

"You learn well."

"I know, I was taught by the best teacher I know." I said as I looked 
into my mom's eyes.

My mom started blushing until I said "Miss. Sweeney, my first grade 
teacher."

My mom hit me upside my head with the pillow that I was using on the 
couch.

"Get your butt in on your bed so I can get you ready for bed." my mom 
said then smiled.

I grabbed my pillow and went to my room.

"Baby, get one of the extra large towels and spread it on your bed."

"Are you going to give me a massage tonight?" I yelled back.

"Yes, I thought you might like one after all this moving we did."

"I will." I said as I took out a towel out of the hall closet and 
spread it on my bed, then I took out two cloth diapers out of my 
dresser drawer then laid them on the bed. My mommy helped me get 
undressed and then she put all my clothes in the clothes hamper, except 
the plastic pants.

I lay down on my bed on my stomach as she sat down on the bed beside 
me.

"Warm baby lotion?" I asked her.

"Of course, nothing but the best for my kid. Got to take your temp 
again, too."

I laid my head down on my pillow and opened my mouth, then I felt the 
thermometer being inserted into my rear end.

"MOM!"

"Miss. Sweeney the best teacher you ever had huh?"

"I was just pulling your leg mom!"

"I know, but I just wanted to talk to you."

"About what?" I asked as she started massaging the warm baby lotion 
into my shoulders.

"Wanted to thank you for all your help this last week. I know that you 
didn't want to move and leave all your friends behind, but you never 
complained once."

"Think Mrs. Santa Clause might be able to get me a game boy this 
Christmas? I don't even care if it is used."

"I'll talk to her personally about that baby."

Mom worked her way down my back to my rear, then down my legs with the 
warm lotion. When she was done, she took the thermometer out and read 
the temp.

"Ninety-nine point eight degrees, you should be back to normal by 
morning."

I turned onto my back as she slipped the diapers under my rear.

"I sure hope that Cathy baby sitting you works out sweetheart." she 
said as she massaged warm baby lotion on my chest.

"Do you think I might get any modeling jobs or commercials before 
school starts, I really don't care what they are."

"I still have you listed with the Freedman agency, and you know where 
your portfolios are,."

'Yeah, in the right hand drawer of the desk."

Mom was working on my front diaper area when she said "Looks like 
someone is anxious to get his diaper on."

She finished my massage when I asked "What time do you leave in the 
morning mom?"

"Early. Why?"

"I just wanted to say goodbye tomorrow morning before you left, that's 
all."

"Tell you what. I'll stick my head in and see if you are awake, okay?" 
She asked as she finished pulling the plastic pants up over my diaper.

She tucked me into bed, gave me a kiss, and then gathered up the lotion 
and the towels as she headed towards the door.

I'll see you tomorrow baby." she said as she turned off the light.

"MOM"

"Yes Scotty?"

"I love you."

"I love you too baby. Sweet dreams."

I turned onto my stomach and laid there. I got to thinking about Matt, 
Kyle, and Mrs Santos and started crying softly. It had been such a 
scary and sometimes good week.

My old friends were miles and miles away from me now.

I wondered what was Cathy like? Was she strict, or did she like to have 
fun?

I could no longer ride my bike down to my mom's work anymore like I use 
to, especially when I needed to talk to her. Her work was a lot further 
away from our new apartment now.

And now that Matt and Kyle lived so far away, who was going to restrain 
me from tearing up the world like Matt use to do when I lost my temper. 
Who was going to sit and listen to me when I felt like talking like 
Kyle use to do? And Mrs. Santos, she was like a grandmother to me. I 
missed all of them so much now, and I was so scared. I buried my face 
in my pillow and cried some more.

END OF CHAPTER 1