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

Chapter 26 OVERNIGHTER AT ROGER'S BOYS' HOME

As we walked to the S.U.V., I kept looking back at my mommy waving from 
our front door. I was scared. I didn't know what to expect when I got 
to Roger's boys home. It wasn't like I was having a sleepover at Matt's 
or Kyle's home, I knew them, and the only people I knew at Roger's boys 
home was Chris, Mrs. Cutter, and maybe Marcos. I really didn't know 
anyone else. I got used to having Ricky sleep with me, but now there 
were going to be three other guys in the same room.

"Scotty, are you going to get in or just stare at the ground?"

I looked up at Chris, and he looked me in the eyes and said, "Don't 
worry Scotty. I'm bigger then anyone in my house. If they give you any 
trouble I'll take care of it."

I tossed my diaper filled backpack onto the back seat and climbed into 
my car seat. Chris closed the sliding door, and then pulled my car seat 
harness over my head and buckled it between my legs. Chris sat down 
between Ricky and me and fastened his seat belt.

We drove down the alley next to our apartment and as we past by the 
kitchen window, my mommy was there waving goodbye.

On the way to Roger's boys home Chris told us what to expect, and when 
I found out wake up was at six thirty, I almost died. All Ricky wanted 
to know was what time breakfast, lunch, and dinner was supposed to be 
ready.

"When we pulled into the parking lot at Roger's, it was almost seven. 
Chris unfastened Ricky's and my car seat harness, and then he ran to 
his house as he said, "I'll tell Mrs. Cutter you're here."

Ricky jumped out and ran after Chris while I got my backpack.

"Looks like Ricky wants something to eat." Bill said as he locked up 
the S.U.V.

"Yeah, when Chris mention snack time, I saw Ricky drooling again."

"Here Scotty, let me wipe that drool off your face."

I swung for Bill's stomach but missed.

"Scotty we got to teach you how to fight."

"Bill, you don't hit girls do you?"

"No you're never ever to hit a girl Scotty."

"Good, then I'm going to get Cathy to take care of my fights with you."

Bill grabbed me and sat me up on his shoulders and we headed to Chris's 
house. As we got there, Chris opened the door saying, "Hurry up Scotty. 
Mrs. Cutter just called for all you guys to line up."

"But I don't need a change yet."

"Mrs. Cutter wants to check anyway Scotty. Even Marcos has to line up."

Bill took me off his shoulders and as soon as my feet hit the ground, I 
ran and stood at the end of the line behind Ricky. Chris stood behind 
me and he took off his shirt and shoes. I nudged Ricky and then I took 
my shoes off. We walked down the hallway to the laundry room in single 
file. Mrs. Cutter carried Marcos all the way to the room. When we got 
to the laundry room, Mrs. Cutter sat Marcos down on the table that she 
uses for folding clothes on. There was a pad on it now and Chris called 
it the changing table. Mrs cutter took Marcos leg braces off, and then 
his shorts and shirt. She pulled his plastic pants down and he was 
wearing a Jordan cloth diaper. Mrs. Cutter unsnapped it and pulled it 
out from under him, then she slipped another Jordan diaper under him. 
She cleaned up his front and rear, then she powered him and snapped the 
diaper closed and pulled the plastic pant up over the diaper.

"Chris, will you finish Marcos for me please?" Mrs. Cutter asked as 
Marcos pushed his way, on his rear, down the table to the other end.

Chris picked up Marcos's braces and started putting them on him. The 
next boy pulled his Spider Man underwear down then got up on the 
changing table. Mrs. Cutter put another Jordan diaper under him, 
powered his rear and front, then fastened the Velcro together. She 
handed him a pair of plastic pants and he put them on over his diaper, 
hopped off the table and went to watch TV. The next kid climbed up onto 
the changing table, and he was wearing a Jordan diaper already. Mrs. 
Cutter pull his plastic pants down and checked his diaper before she 
helped him pull his plastic pants back up. He climbed down off the 
table and left the room. The next two boys took off their underwear 
before they got up on the table to get diapered. I pulled Ricky's 
zipper down and helped him get out of his shortalls as Chris helped 
Marcos down off the table. Chris walked over to me and took my shortall 
off me, and then he took his pants off

"It looks like our guests are next." Mrs. Cutter said as she tapped the 
top of the changing pad.

Ricky climbed up onto the changing pad and laid back while Chris put 
our clothes and my backpack down at the end of the table.

Mrs. Cutter peeled back the tapes of Ricky's diaper, and after looking 
for a second, she refastened the tapes to the front of the diaper.

"Okay Ricky, you can go and watch TV until eight."

"What about snack time?"

I knew he was going to ask!

"It's at seven thirty sweetie. I'll let you know."

I climbed up onto the changing table and laid back, then Mrs. Cutter 
said, "I've never changed a celebrities diaper before."

"It goes on the same way as a regular kids diaper only with more TLC."

"Chris, everything you told me about Scotty must be true."

"Yeah, he almost got me outside of the trailer shagging balls wearing 
only a diaper when Bill was filming the commercial." Chris said.

"Taping the commercial." I said.

"Is Scotty done yet?"

I looked over at the door, and Marcos was standing there holding onto 
the door jam.

"I'll be right there Marcos."

Marcos hobbled into the room again and Chris guarded him as he walked 
to the table, but Chris never helped him.

"I'll be done in a minute Marcos. All Mrs. Cutter has to do is�"

"Change your diaper." Mrs. Cutter said as she took the diaper out from 
under me.

Chris opened up my backpack and took out one of the printed school 
diapers and handed it to Mrs. Cutter. I looked at Chris as he said, 
"Sorry Scotty. Their all the same."

"Those are neat!" Marcos said as he felt the diaper.

I looked back at Chris, and he was taking out another printed diaper 
and he said, "Boy Cathy put about a dozen diapers in here for you and 
Ricky."

Mrs. Cutter slipped the printed school diaper under me and then cleaned 
me with a baby wipe. She pulled the diaper up between my legs and 
fastened the rear to the front.

"You're done Scotty, and you're right, diapering a celeb is just like 
diapering any other boy."

"I think Marcos wants to change." I said as I climbed down off the 
table.

"Okay Marcos this is the only time I will allow it." Mrs. Cutter said.

Chris helped Marcos up onto the table, then he took his braces off his 
legs again. Mrs. Cutter took the plastic pants and diaper off Marcos, 
and then put the printed school diaper on him.

"Scotty, its your turn to put the braces back on Marcos's legs." Chris 
said as he held the braces out to me.

"I can't do it. I don't want to hurt him."

"Only way you can hurt him is to toss him out of the upstairs window 
Scotty."

I looked at Marcos, and he had a big smile and was shaking his head 
yes.

"Chris don't say things like that." Mrs. Cutter said.

I looked at Chris again, then took the braces from him almost dropping 
them.

"These braces are heavy! How can he wear them?"

"He got used to them Scotty by wearing them all the time like a good 
boy." Mrs. Cutter said as Chris got up onto the changing table.

"Bet you he's going to be a place kicker in football when he grows up."

"I wanna play soccer when I grow up." Marcos said.

I placed the braces down next to Marcos legs, and as I helped him raise 
his legs, I slid them underneath him so the waist strap was at his 
waist. I lifted one leg and helped him put it into the shoe that was 
attached to the brace, then I did the other foot. I fastened the belt 
around Marcos's waist, and then I fastened the four Velcro straps 
around each of his legs then pulled the Velcro straps on the shoes 
tight and fastened them.

Mrs Cutter refastened Chris's all in one diaper, and he got off the 
table, and checked the Velcro straps on Marcos's braces.

"Marcos, did Scotty hurt you?"

"No."

"See Scotty, it takes a lot to hurt him." Chris said as he helped 
Marcos off the table.

Marcos steadied himself on his feet, and then took my hand and we 
walked to the TV room.

"Hey Scotty, did you push the Jordan products while you were in there?" 
Bill asked.

"No Bill, I was too busy telling Mrs. Cutter about her bad color scheme 
on the walls. She should have chartreuse and red polka dots on the 
walls instead."

"You and your wit Scotty." Mrs. Cutter said as she mussed my hair.

The other boys looked at Marcos and me, and I knew they were looking at 
the car printed diapers we were wearing.

"Mr. Stiles, if you want to stay here tonight, I'm sure I can find a 
diaper your size." Mrs. Cutter said as she got out the cookies and 
milk.

The guys that were watching TV stared at Bill wondering what he would 
say.

"No thanks, I think I will stay at the guest hose tonight if someone 
will show me where it is."

"Chris, you know where it is. Why don't you show Bill." I said.

Chris quickly got up off the couch and headed towards the front door 
before he stopped dead in his tracks. He turned and looked at me and 
said, "Scotty, your sleeping in my room tonight aren't you?"

"I think I'll be in your room tonight but I don't think I'll be 
sleeping at all." I said as I walked behind Marcos and tried to hide.

Chris walked Bill to the front door and explained how to get to the 
guesthouse near the recreation hall.

"Line up boys. It's snack time." Mrs. Cutter said as she poured the 
milk into small cups.

All the boys lined up and picked up their snacks and milk. I walked up 
to the counter and picked up my two cookies and milk then I went to the 
chair Marcos was in and sat on the arm rest.

"Scotty, you and Ricky will be sleeping in Chris's room tonight. I 
moved Eric into another room for tonight, and I hope you two don't mind 
sleeping in the same bed."

"No I got used to Ricky sleeping with me." I said.

Chris finished his snack and took his cup back to the counter and I 
took mine and Marcos's cup to the counter. We watched TV until eight 
then Mrs. Cutter said it was bedtime for the younger boys. Ricky, 
Marcos, Jerome and I headed upstairs to Chris's room and Chris followed 
us.

"You guys can use Eric's bed over there." Chris said as he pulled the 
blankets down on Marcos's bed.

I watched as Chris helped Marcos get his legs and braces into bed and 
then Chris covered him up.

"Does Marcos have to wear those braces all the time even to bed?"

"The only time he doesn't wear them is when he gets a bath, goes 
swimming, or gets dressed otherwise he wears them twenty four hours a 
day."

Ricky and I climbed into bed and when I felt the plastic sheet under 
the bed sheet, I felt relived. Chris checked to make sure everyone was 
in bed before he turned off the light, then he got into bed.

"You boys may talk for a little while but I don't want to hear any loud 
talking." Mrs. Cutter said as she went around handing out bottles.

As soon as Mrs. Cutter closed the door I said, "Chris, during snack 
time Mrs. Cutter didn't pour that much milk into the cups and those 
were small cookies. Is that all she had?"

"Yeah Scotty. The home has to cut back on expenses so they try to save 
on milk and snacks."

I laid there thinking about how poor me and my mom used to be, but I 
always had all the milk I could drink. I also thought about Chris, and 
how he helped out a lot around here and I now knew why he didn't want 
to live with Bill.

"Good night Scotty, good night Ricky, good night Chris, good night 
Jerome."

"Good night Marcos." all of us said to him.

I looked at Ricky and he had the bottle in his mouth and his eyes were 
starting to close and I knew he would be asleep soon.

"Chris what do you do for fun around here?"

"We go swimming, and we have the rec hall."

"Do you ever take trips like to the beach?"

"Once in a while. They have a trip planned to go to the observatory 
next month."

I put the nipple into my mouth and started sucking. It was juice, not 
the milk like I had gotten use to.

Chris and I talked a little while longer before we went to sleep.

"Boys, it's time to wake up." Mrs. Cutter said as she turned on the 
light.

I started to raise my arm only to find out Ricky was sleeping on it.

"Ricky, wake up."

"I'm awake."

"You guys better hurry if you want to take a quick shower." Chris said 
as he helped Marcos out of the bed.

I shook Ricky again.

"I'm awake. What time is it?"

"It's after six thirty and we eat at seven."

Ricky was wide-awake now as he got up and out of bed. We followed Chris 
and Marcos to the bathroom where Mrs. Cutter was waiting. Chris helped 
Marcos sit down on a chair beside the tub as Mrs. Cutter took Ricky's 
diaper off and then removed my diaper.

"Chris, I can take care of Marcos. Why don't you boys go take a 
shower."

Chris took his diaper off and tossed it into the pail, then he took us 
to the shower stalls. Chris turned on the shower, and as soon as it was 
warm, he put Ricky in and started washing him with the washcloth. As 
soon as Ricky was soaped up, Chris rinsed him off, then handed him a 
towel.

"Your turn little dude." Chris said as he pushed me under the 
showerhead.

He soaped up the washcloth and washed me from my neck down to my feet, 
then he rinsed me off. Chris handed me a towel then he took a shower.

"Chris, I'm done with Marcos. Are you finished yet?"

"Almost." Chris said as he turned the shower off and then quickly dried 
himself off.

Chris tossed his towel into the hamper as he went over to Marcos and 
helped him up onto his feet.

"Scotty will you take his braces back to the room. I'll be there in a 
minute." Chris asked.

Chris supported Marcos as he walked back to the bedroom, and as he 
walked his feet and legs looked liked they wanted to go everywhere but 
straight ahead. It was like he was walking on two legs made of Jell-o.

"Where is mom?" a kid asked as he ran into the bedroom behind us.

"She'll be up in a second Randy."

"If she doesn't get here soon, we'll be late for breakfast."

"We'll make breakfast Randy so slow down." Mrs. Cutter said as she 
entered the bedroom.

As soon as Mrs. Cutter put the changing pad down on Marcos's bed, Randy 
was laying on it. Mrs. Cutter powered his rear and then diapered him.

"You can go get dressed now Randy."

Randy was out of the room in a flash, and then Chris helped Marcos lay 
down on the pad. I went over and got my backpack and took out a printed 
school diaper, and handed it to Mrs. Cutter.

"Scotty, didn't you hear what I said last night?" Mrs. Cutter asked.

"Yes but Jordan Enterprises would like you to except this trial diaper 
and see if you prefer the Jordan disposable diaper over the Jordan 
cloth diaper." I said then I smiled.

"Okay Scotty, this ONE last time." Mrs. Cutter said as she took the 
diaper.

I looked at Marcos, and he was smiling.

Chris went over to his dresser and started getting dressed while Mrs. 
Cutter diapered Marcos.

"Chris, are you almost ready?"

"Let me get my shirt on." Chris said as he walked over to Marcos.

Chris walked Marcos over to his bed and laid him down on it. I watched 
Chris as Ricky lay down on the changing pad. Chris slipped the shorts 
up Marcos's legs and over his diaper and then he put the braces on 
Marcos's legs. Chris pulled the shirt over Marcos's head and pulled it 
down to his waist and straightened it out.

"Scotty, I'm waiting."

I looked over at Mrs. Cutter then I climbed up on the changing pad. 
Mrs. Cutter put the printed school diaper under me then she powered my 
rear and front.

"I'm glad someone finally put two tapes on each side of a disposable 
diaper. It makes it easier to get a snug fit." Mrs. Cutter said as she 
finished diapering me.

Chris was putting the shortall on Ricky when I looked over at him as I 
got up off the bed.

"Okay little dude you're next."

I walked over to Chris as he held my shortall down so I could step into 
it.

"Chris, I bet you Marcos plays Soccer and is a place kicker in football 
when he grows up."

"I bet your right Scotty. He'll probably make a lot more money then you 
and me put together."

"You boys hurry up and I'll take Marcos and Ricky downstairs and start 
the boys towards the dining hall." Mrs. Cutter said as she helped 
Marcos up onto his feet and walked out of the bedroom with him. Ricky 
was leading the way and I knew he was hungry.

"Chris, I was wondering if Marcos is related to you. You treat him like 
he was your little brother and he looks like you only smaller."

"No he isn't, Scotty."

"Why do you take care of him like you do?"

"He reminds me of a little kid I knew when I was younger."

I looked into Chris's eyes and I knew he didn't want to talk about it.

Chris gathered up the baby bottles before we went down stairs.

"Chris, what do you guys eat for breakfast around here."

"Oatmeal and eggs, and sometimes waffles."

"Don't you eat cereal?"

"Once in awhile."

We heard the door at the rear of the house close and then we started 
running to catch up with the guys. As we got closer to the dining hall 
the other boys from the other houses where going into the dining hall.

"How many boys live here Chris?"

"I think they said about eighty six�that's not counting the house where 
the babies live."

When we got inside, the boys were lining up at a door that led to the 
kitchen. I turned and saw all the long tables that some of the guys 
with their breakfast were sitting down at.

"Do we get our food and sit anywhere Chris?"

"No our table is the one over near the rear door." Chris said as he 
pointed over towards Marcos who was sitting at a table.

We got our food and went over to the table and Mrs. Cutter was 
following us with tray with Marcos's plate on it and a pitcher of milk. 
Chris sat on one side of Marcos, and I sat on the other. I looked 
around the dining hall for Bill but couldn't see him.

Mrs. Cutter filled our glasses three quarters full with milk before she 
sat down and started eating breakfast. I looked at most of the other 
boys eating at different tables and noticed that most of them were my 
age and older.

"Chris I wonder who is going to finish eating first, Ricky or Marcos?"

"I bet you Marcos out eats Ricky." Chris said.

"I bet you Ricky wins by a mile."

Ricky and Marcos heard our conversation and started gulping there food. 
Chris and I watched as the food on their plates disappeared quickly and 
it looked like they finished at the same time and Chris and me agreed 
that it was a tie.

"Who is wearing more food Ricky or Marcos?" I asked Chris.

Chris looked at Ricky then at Marcos and Chris said, "Ricky is the 
winner at wearing more food then Marcos."

"He always wins that." I said as I picked some oatmeal up off Ricky's 
shirt.

"No I don't. You win it most of the time Scotty."

"Don't."

"Do."

"You boys finished eating?" Mrs. Cutter asked.

We all said yes and then Mrs. Cutter excused us from the table. Chris 
helped Marcos up and we left the Dining hall. I looked for Bill but 
never saw him in the dining hall.

"I wonder where Bill is?"

"He probably saw what we were going to have for breakfast and decided 
to eat out."

When we got outside, I ran over to the corner of the dining hall and 
looked towards the parking lot and the S.U.V. was still there.

"Who are you looking for kid?" Bill asked.

I turned around and Bill was coming out of a building next door to the 
dining hall.

"You big foot." I said as I ran over to him and jumped up into his 
arms.

"How did you sleep last night Scotty?"

"Good except when Chris was snoring."

"What do you mean snoring? You were asleep when I checked on you and 
Ricky at nine." Chris said as he walked over to us with Marcos and 
Ricky.

"This must be Marcos. Scotty talks about you all of the time." Bill 
said as he held his hand out.

"Marcos, this is big foot, I mean Bill. He's my boss." I said as Marcos 
shook Bill's hand.

"Marcos is going to be a soccer player when he grows up Bill." I said 
as Bill hung me over his shoulder.

"Nice to meet you Marcos. I loved to play soccer too when I was your 
age."

"Did you play soccer with a regular ball or did you use boulders like 
the Flintstones Bill?" I asked.

"We used boulders Scotty. Rubber balls weren't invented until I was 
eleven years old." Bill said as he pushed me further over his shoulder.

"Did you have electricity or were you using fire to light your house 
Bill?"

"Fire Scotty. One of my chores when I got home from school was to rub 
two sticks together so my mom could make dinner."

"What kind of meat did you like Bill, mastodon or ground sloth?"

"Ground sloth had too much fat on it and the mastodons tasted like fish 
so we usually ate a tyrannosaurus rex. They are very filling." Bill 
said as he hung me upside down by my ankles.

"I wonder if it looks like this to the Chinese?" I said as I looked up 
at Bill.

"What are you boys going to do this morning?"

"I wanna go swimming." Ricky said.

"Is it okay Bill? The pool opens at nine this morning." Chris said.

"You boys better talk to Mrs. Cutter." Bill said as he let me down 
softly onto the grass.

"What are you going to be doing Bill?"

"Ron wants to show me around the grounds some more Scotty, so I'll see 
you guys later� And remember Scotty, I have to take you to the hospital 
after lunch"

Marcos looked down at me laying on the grass and said, "You have to go 
to the hospital Scotty? You sick?"

"No Marcos. I had to take an allergy test yesterday and the doctor 
wants to see my arm and check the results today." I said as I showed 
Marcos my arm.

"We better get back to the house and clean up our room. Mom will get 
mad if there is anything on the floor or our beds aren't made." Chris 
said.

Marcos turned around slowly with Chris guarding him and then we walked 
back to the house. When we got upstairs, Marcos sat down while Chris, 
Ricky, and me cleaned up the bedroom. Chris heard a noise downstairs 
and then yelled, "Mom, can we go swimming?"

"Who is we Chris?"

"Me, Marcos, Ricky, and Scotty."

"Make sure your beds are made and the room is clean and see me first 
before you go."

Chris checked the floor again before he sat on the bed beside Marcos. 
We talked for awhile about the school we would be going to this year, 
and Marcos was going to start kindergarten, his first year at school, a 
special school.

"You boys can go swimming now." Mrs. Cutter said as she peaked into the 
bedroom. I reached over and picked up my backpack, opened it up and 
poured the contents out onto the bed.

"What did you do that for Scotty?" Chris asked.

"Just wanted to see if Cathy put your swim diaper in for you to wear 
Chris."

"You wear a diaper to swim in?" Marcos asked Chris.

"Sometimes Bill asks me to wear one so he can take pictures of it for 
the Jordan catalog."

"They look just like Speedo's Marcos." I said as I picked up my swim 
diaper and showed it to him.

Marcos felt the inner lining and said, "It's soft."

"Does Marcos wear a Little Swimmer Chris?"

"Most of the time."

"They always tease me when I do." Marcos said as he looked at the 
floor.

"Chris, where's Marcos's Little Swimmers?"

"In the dresser, I'll go get them."

Chris tossed me one of the Little Swimmers and then I handed my Jordan 
swim diaper to Marcos.

"You mean I can wear this?"

"Sure Marcos and after we are finished swimming, you have to hang it up 
to dry so you can wear it again."

"What, you giving this to me?"

"I think that is what Scotty is trying to say Marcos." Chris said.

"Thank you Scotty." Marcos said as he gave me a hug.

Chris took off Marcos's leg braces and then slipped the swim diaper up 
onto him while I put on the Little Swimmer, then I helped Ricky get 
dressed while Chris put on his shorts.

"Scotty, it's weird seeing an eleven year old wearing a Little Swimmer 
." Chris said as he picked up Marcos piggy back.

"I like the little fishes on the front and I'm only this many years 
old." I said as I held up four fingers.

"Mentally you're right Scotty."

I punched Chris in the arm for that remark.

They were opening the pool as we got there, and a few of the guys 
turned and looked at us.

"Hey Chris, baby sitting again?" one of the boys asked as we walked up 
to the pool gate.

I watched as Chris walked by the kid and didn't say a word. As I walked 
by the kid said, "You still need to wear diapers you little baby?"

"Yup."

The boy just stared at me as I stared at him. Ricky followed Chris into 
the pool area, then Chris sat Marcos down on the bench.

"Scotty, you need some water wings?"

"Yeah, I guess so. How deep is the pool?" I asked as I looked at the 
huge pool.

"It's only eight feet deep Scotty." Chris said then he went over to a 
lifeguard.

"You a good Swimmer Marcos?" I asked as I sat down beside him.

"No. Haven't learned how to swim yet."

"I'm a lousy swimmer too. I try to swim and I end up on the bottom of 
the pool. Ricky knows how to swim real good like Chris."

"You don't know how to swim and your eleven years old?" Marcos asked.

"No never had a swim teacher or coach until I met Cathy."

"Here you go Scotty." Chris said as he tossed me the water wings.

"When are you babies going to learn how to swim?"

"As soon as I learn how not to poo poo in the pool."

"That's disgusting you baby."

"Chris, I gotta make poo poo now." I said joking.

Chris had a startled look on him until I winked at him.

"Okay Scotty, you can make poo poo."

I pretended to poop in the Little Swimmer and the kid said, "I'm not 
going swimming now you baby." and he left.

"Come over here kid!"

I looked to see who was talking, and it was the lifeguard. I looked at 
Chris and he said, "Better go see what he wants Scotty, otherwise he 
can throw you out of the pool for a week if he wants to."

I walked over to the lifeguard as he said, "Did you crap in your 
swimsuit kid?"

I shook my head no.

"Turn around, I want to check to be sure."

I turned around and he checked the rear of my swimsuit as he said, "We 
have a bathroom over there. If you have to go, use the bathroom and not 
the pool."

I shook my head yes and went back over to Chris.

"What did he want Scotty?"

"I guess I'm a good actor. He thought I pooped in my swimsuit."

"Are you sure you didn't Scotty?"

"The lifeguard checked me but if you don't believe me Chris." I said as 
I turned around and showed Chris my crack.

"Scotty, cover your face up."

I was going to hit Chris in the arm but he had Marcos in his arms and 
was helping him into the pool.

"Cute swimsuit kid." a boy said as he passed by.

"Thanks" I said as I jumped into the shallow end the pool.

As soon as Marcos was in the pool, he was all over the place enjoying 
the cool water. Ricky headed for the diving board and did a cannon ball 
off the high dive.

"Chris, are you teaching Marcos how to swim?" I asked as I watched 
Marcos.

"Once in a while. He just likes coming to the pool so he doesn't have 
to wear his leg braces."

I kept my eye on Ricky as he swam in the deep end of the pool and doing 
cannonballs off the high dive while the other boys watched him.

"I'm surprised the other guys aren't teasing Ricky about the swim 
diaper he's wearing." I said.

"I think they are more interested in his cannon balls." Chris said.

We swam until it was almost lunchtime and then we went back to Chris's 
house to get dressed. Mrs. Cutter had Marcos, Ricky and me go the 
laundry room so she could diaper us. As she finished with us, Randy 
came in to have his diaper changed too.

"Want to try one of these Randy?" I asked as I held out a Jordan 
printed school diaper.

He looked at it for a moment before he took it from me and handed it to 
Mrs. Cutter. Randy climbed up onto the changing table and laid back. 
Mrs. Cutter pulled his shorts down, raised his legs and took off his 
wet diaper. She wiped him off with a baby wipe then she slipped the 
school diaper under him. She powered his rear and front then she pulled 
the diaper up between his legs and fastened the rear to the front. 
Randy got up off the changing table and looked at himself in the mirror 
and said, "These feel better then those old cloth diapers. Do they have 
any other prints other then these toy cars and trucks?"

"They have sport prints, ocean prints, and planets and stars."

"What kind of sport prints do they have?" Randy asked as he pulled up 
his shorts.

"Baseball, football, basketball, and soccer prints, why?"

"I'm thinking about going out for soccer this year after school starts 
and these would be neat to wear so no one could tell I have to wear 
diapers all the time like Marcos and you guys."

"That's why Mr. Jordan designed them like that. His son Shawn used to 
wet his pants all the time while he was playing T-ball." I said.

Randy looked at Mrs. Cutter and she said to him, "We'll see what we can 
do Randy."

"You boy's go upstairs and get dressed for lunch, and tell Chris to 
bring Marcos's braces down here so I can get him dressed."

Ricky ran out of the laundry room and headed upstairs and I knew he 
wanted to eat lunch now.

"How old are you Randy?" I asked as we headed towards the stairs.

"I'm almost ten."

"Chris said you were eight years old."

"I told him to say that if anyone ever asked him. I didn't want the 
guys to know that I have to wear diapers all the time like Marcos and 
that I am a fifth grader now."

"How old do you think I am?" I asked as we climbed the stairs.

"Your Ricky's brother, so I know you are eight years old like him."

"If I'm Ricky's brother, how come I have blond hair and he has brown 
hair?"

"I don't know Scotty, maybe you have been out in the sun more then he 
has."

"I'm not really Ricky's brother, and I'm eleven years old and I'm going 
to be in the sixth grade this year."

Randy stopped dead in his tracks as he said, "Your lying Scotty. You 
can't be eleven years old. Your way to small to be eleven."

"Ask Chris, he was at my birthday party."

"As we walked into the bedroom, Randy asked, "Chris, how old is 
Scotty?"

"Mentally Scotty is three years old, physically he's about eight, but 
he's really eleven."

"And you still wear diapers all the time?" Randy asked.

"Yeah. I just found out yesterday that I have a tumor on one of my 
nerves that makes me wet all the time, How come you have to wear a 
diaper Randy?"

"I was hurt in a car accident when I was eighteen months old."

"How long do you have to wear diapers Randy?"

"The doctor said I will have to wear diapers the rest of my life."

"Are you boys almost ready to go to lunch?" Mrs. Cutter asked from the 
bottom of the stairs.

"Almost mom." Chris said, then he handed Marcos's braces to Ricky.

Ricky took the leg braces down to Mrs. Cutter as Chris helped me get 
dressed for lunch.

"Scotty, why are you wearing a shortall like Ricky if your eleven years 
old? Those are little kids clothes?"

"Cathy bought them for us so Ricky and me could be like brothers, 
besides she said it makes it easier to find us in a crowd� besides 
everyone I meet thinks I am only eight years old."

"When I met you Scotty, I thought you were only three years old." Chris 
said as he put his shoes on.

"Oh yeah." I said as I jumped onto Chris and started wrestling with 
him.

"You boys get down here now!"

We stopped wrestling and ran downstairs to join the other guys that 
were lined up, and then we went to the dining hall.

END OF CHAPTER 26