TITANIC Chapter 1: The Great News I stood in awe starring at the massive boat named Titanic. My parents had told me it was large, "It's the largest ship in the world" my dad had stated. Still, I was not prepared for it to be as large as it was. It was just a week ago when my dad had come home with his great news. "Josh," called my dad. "Call your sister and mother here, for I have great news to tell all of you," my dad said excitedly. When we all had gathered into the front room dad explained the great news to all of us. "We are going to America," he said excitedly. Dad had explained it like this. - As we knew already, he was born in America in a small town in the state of Ohio. His parents who came to the States from England in 1874 were looking for a new life in the land of the plenty. They settled in Ohio and started a farm which was a whole new life than what they had in England. Two years later my dad was the first born of six children. 1889 came the year of a bad drought and also the year his dad died. His mother knew there was no way that she was going to be able to raise 6 children and run a failing farm. So she did the only thing she could think of. She sold the farm and used what money was left after the sale for passage for herself and her 6 children back to England. Even though my dad stayed in England and eventually married and had me and my 10 year old sister Jane, he never forgot how he loved America. In fact I was named after his best friend in America. Ever since I can remember dad has been talking about taking us all to America to start a new and better life. I asked dad one time after hearing him promise us once again about taking us all to America. Why he hasn't taken us yet? Dad sighed and said that unfortunately it would take a lot of money to go to America and then start a new life. So now after all this time I asked dad what had changed? It turned out that his old buddy Josh Rivers (my namesake) never forgot dad and the good times they had together as teenagers. After dad had come back to England they had kept in touch by mail but over the last 5 or 6 years lost track of each other. Mr. Rivers had come to London on business and decided to look up my dad and enlist his help here. He telegrammed dad a couple of days ago and asked him if he could meet him in London. Well, dad had decided to go today and met him early this morning. At this point in the story he even got mom's attention "You went to London to see a friend and you didn't even tell me anything about all this until now?" my mom asked. He said he was sorry but he didn't want to say anything until he had a chance to speak with his friend Mr. Rivers. What Mr. Rivers said surprised dad totally. It turns out that Mr. Rivers owns a small exporting company and was looking at expanding it to London. If he did this he was going to need someone he could trust over here to run things and wanted to know if dad would be interested in this position. Dad stated that he thought about the job offer for a couple of minutes and decided to turn it down. He said that he explained to Mr. Rivers that if he took the job that he would have to quit the job as soon as he earned enough money to take his family to America, and that he just couldn't do that to a friend. With this said he thought Mr. Rivers would be disappointed, but was shocked to see a happy glint in his eyes. He then gave a new offer to dad. he told him that he happened to be looking for a manager for his Boston store and if dad would be interested in taking it. He also told dad that the job would also come with a decent salary, living quarters, and passage for him and his family to America. Dad said he couldn't believe it all these years he wanted to take us to America and now was his chance. He had accepted the offer on the spot. If we thought this was big news we were in for a shock to find out that we would be leaving in only a week aboard the Titanic. The week went flying by real fast. I wasn't sure at first if I liked the idea of leaving all my friends behind, but dad had assured me that I would meet and make more friends in America. I may have had my doubts in the beginning but in the end I was really looking forward to traveling on what was being called The Unsinkable Ship, and also known for being the largest cruise liner at its time. My sister, on the other hand, hated the fact of leaving all of her friends behind and became very stubborn about not going. Of course in the end it was not her choice and dad made it very clear she was going. Now, standing in front of the Titanic I took a second look at this magnificent ship. I turned and asked dad when we would be boarding her? "As soon as your namesake and his son Tim get here," dad said. I now looked at dad and wondered why he hadn't mentioned that Mr. Rivers (who later on that morning asked me and Jane to call him Uncle Josh.) had a son before now? It turned out with all the confusion dad had just forgotten that point until now. Now with the knowledge of Tim's existence I of course wanted to know more about him. So I asked dad if he met him yet, and it turned out that he had last week when he came to London to see uncle Josh. According to dad Tim was a year older then me and at 13 he was no bigger then me, he had sandy brown hair, and had blue eyes. This was about all he knew of Tim. Dad was no sooner done telling me about Tim when I heard a voice behind me say "Hey, I'm Tim, you must be Josh." We shook hands and I think both of us knew that we would be great friends from that moment on. Uncle Josh was standing directly behind Tim and dad introduced him to us. Uncle Josh informed my dad that everything was ready and all of our luggage had been taken aboard. He told us that we all had 2nd class tickets, but because of the cost we would have to share one cabin together. I didn't know for sure but I felt all of a sudden that I was going to hate these arrangements, but looking again at the ship as we boarded the thought was quickly put out of my head. Chapter 2: Dinner and The Meeting of The Greens By the time we got through customs check it was almost dinner time and in order to be to dinner on time mom wanted us to hurry and find our cabin and drop our stuff off there and get ready to eat. My mom said that once we found our cabin that we needed to hurry up and look our best, because tonight the second-class passengers were invited to have dinner at the first class dining room. "Come, let's hurry," she again said, "and remember, we are on a schedule." That was one thing about my mom, she always had a schedule. After the dinner she had scheduled us for an informative tour of the ship. After that it was bed time then tomorrow was another day of schedules, including another tour of the ship and the bon voyage party in which I was looking forward to. Another thing I was looking forward tomorrow to was that we would finally be off to sea and I couldn't wait to see the wonders of the ocean. We finally made it to our cabin, but because we were in such a hurry I didn't have enough time to really notice our cabin. Everyone quickly had their turn at the wash basin in our cabin and then we all put on our best church outfits for dinner, then we were off. On the way to the dinning hall my sister announced that she had to use the bathroom. Everyone else quickly agreed that they too, needed to use the bathroom. After we men were finished and were waiting on the women I asked Uncle Josh if there was a bathroom in our room because I didn't notice one. I was shocked when he said no there wasn't. Before I could say anything else he said that all 2nd class passengers had to share certain assigned bathrooms which were located in each section of a deck. "You mean, we have to go all the way down here to use the bathroom?" "What happens if it is an emergency?" I asked. "Well," he said "each room has a chamber pot just in case of emergencies." I knew from dad's stories what a chamber pot was. I was just glad that our home that I grew up in had indoor plumbing some of the people I knew have outhouses, even my school does. Mom told us right away the Dining Hall was just the way she had envisioned it. I had to admit it was spectacular. The glasses we were told were real crystal, and the China was the best that money could buy. The Dining Hall was already starting to crowd with people. Even though this was a special dinner for the 2nd class passengers, and that there would be a late dinner for the first class passengers a few of the 1st class passengers decided to show up for the earlier dinner. It was very easy to tell which were the 1st class passengers by their manners and dress. The ladies all wore elegant dresses made in such places as France and Italy. They wore gleaming jewels worth more than I would ever make in my lifetime. Besides all the clothes and jewels, the ladies that were present had a natural beauty that was worth a million bucks. They also wore proud looks on their faces which stated without words that "I am a rich and higher class woman than the common women". The 1st class men, on the other hand, were dressed in expensive tailored suits, some of them even wore expensive tuxes and cummerbunds. They also liked to show off their pocket watches, which were indeed very expensive. Unlike the ladies who did all of their talking with their beauty, the men had no problem at all with bragging and showing off to each other about their personal wealth. Mom finally found our seats and directed us to them where we sat down and waited for the dinner to start. No sooner had we sat down that another family joined us at our table. It was another 2nd class family of six who would be our dinner mates this evening. It turned out that Uncle Josh knew the man and his family that just sat down with us. The man's name I learned was Jonathan Green. Jonathan's wife's name was Lucilla, and their 4 children were 16 year old Brittany, 13 year old Tasha, 10 year old Gwen, and 8 year old Jeremy. My sister and Gwen instantly became friends as soon as they found out that they were the same age, and that they were only a couple of cabins down from us. So while waiting for dinner all of us kids started talking to each other while the men and women started talking in their own groups. It was while I was talking to Tim I heard the remark "Have you seen those dreadful beds yet? They are so small only one adult can fit in them." This comment was made by Mrs. Green. My mom just shook her head and said no that she hadn't had time to really notice them yet. "We will have to put the children in two's and me and Mr. Green will have to sleep in separate beds," said Mrs. Green. At that point in their conversation Tim got my attention and I quickly forgot what mom and Mrs. Green were talking about. While Tim told me what it was like traveling on a ship, mom and Mrs. green continued their conversation about the cabins and their bed space. This conversation I would learn later had her making bed plans for that evening. The dinner that evening turned out to be one that I would never forget. It was served in what was called courses where each time they bring something to your table that was a course. The first course was a light salad and wine (water for the younger children). The second course was a small sampler plate that had about six different cuisines on it. The third course was the entr‚e, which turned out to be baked salmon smothered in a bourbon sauce. The Salmon was the best that I have ever tasted at that time, and to this date I have never tasted baked salmon as good as that. Along with the entr‚e was French styled green beans, and seasoned pearl potatoes. The fourth and final course was a dessert that to this day I cant remember the name of, but it was the best damned desert I ever had. It was some sort of rich cake that had layers of chocolate mousse and it was covered with a thick sweet sauce and topped with cinnamon apples. Like I said it was delicious. Through the meal we were given refills of the creamiest milk I had ever tasted. It had a very sweet taste not normally found in milk. After my 3rd glass though my mom made me stop and told me she thought I had enough to drink. At first I argued with my mom about it, but she just looked at me and said that I knew why I should stop and that the same rules that applied at home also applied here on the ship and where they would eventually end up at. I tried to remind her that I haven't had a problem now for about 9 months except for that time that I was real sick a month ago but stopped before I had said it. I had realized at that moment that all the talking had stopped at our table and everyone was looking at me including Tim. Great embarrassment overwhelmed me at that moment and I just quietly told mom okay. Noticing my embarrassment mom tried to save me by telling my sister the same thing. My sister I could tell was about to remind mom that the rules in question never applied to her before because she didn't have a problem, but one look at mom made her just stop and say yes ma'am. After that the rest of the adults agreed that all the children had enough milk, using the excuse that the sweetness in the milk would keep them up and that they would not be able to sleep tonight. The ship discussion came up after the dinner and was very informative. After the discussion the men went to smoke cigars and drink Brandy. While the men were doing their thing Mom and Mrs. Green took us kids out to the deck where they talked while we played and goofed off. Using the lights from the ship and London we played night tag with each other. I never thought I would like the idea of playing with girls, but they weren't too bad when it came to playing tag. The only one that didn't join us was Brittany, who said she was way too old to play little kids games and just stood at the edge of the deck and leaned on the deck railing looking out at the harbor. I found out later that it turned out that she was upset that her mother was making her sleep with her younger brother. It was about an hour before dad, uncle Josh, and Mr. Green came out and joined us. Dad then came over and told us it was time to go back to the cabin and go to bed. I was happy because I had a fun day and was tired after an hour of playing tag. So off to the cabin we went where we then started getting ready for bed. Chapter 3: The Cabin and A Night of Dreams The cabin beds we realized were very small like Mrs. Green had said. Mom took one look at them and then looked at all of us. Mom then took a deep breath and then asked Uncle Josh if it was okay if she made the bedding arrangements. Uncle Josh said it was okay with him. So with her new delegated power mom then told everyone the bedding arrangements. She put me and Tim in a bottom bunk and put dad and Uncle Josh in the two top bunks. She then claimed the last bottom bunk for Jane and herself. "This way all the children would be on the bottom bunk and it would be easier for them to get up and use the chamber pot if need to," mom said. Dad and Uncle Josh both agreed to the arrangements so it was settled. With all the talk at dinner I started worrying, but then I reminded myself that mom was just being cautious, besides it has been months since I had any real problems. Of course then I thought about the time I was sick, but then dismissed it because I felt it didn't count because I was sick. Mom then made me and my sister get ready for bed. While we were getting ready Uncle Josh asked Tim also get ready for bed. With that said dad and Uncle Josh went down the hall to the bathroom to clean up and change for bed. As soon as they got back mom went to the bathroom herself to clean up and change herself into a night gown for bed. When mom came back she sent all of us kids down to the bathroom. She pulled me aside while the other two left ahead of me and reminded me that I had a long day and several glasses of milk, and that I should make sure that I actually use the bathroom real good. I promised her that I would and that there was no reason to worry about that. She then let me go. True to my word I drained myself of every drop of urine that I could squeeze out of my bladder. Even though I was sure I wouldn't have a problem I still didn't want to take any chances. Once we were all back in our room and tucked in bed mom told a bedtime story with Jane's persistence. Even though I knew I was too old for such a thing I enjoyed the story, too. I looked over at Tim and realized that he enjoyed the story, too. After the story mom started singing which always worked at putting my sister and myself to sleep and I realized was still effective as I realized that I was falling asleep. I looked over at Tim and noticed he, too, had fallen under the spell of my mom's wonderful singing voice and was already fast asleep. The last thing I remember before I fell asleep was her singing an English song her mother taught her. It was a beautiful song that really showed mom's true singing talent. And with her singing that song I slipped into a deep peaceful sleep. That first night for me was a night of mixed dreams. First I dreamt of my life in England. I was playing with all of my friends and having a lot of fun. We were playing tag and later a great game of capture the flag. I then dreamt of a party that I went to a couple of months ago. It was my best friend Justin's birthday party. It had been his 12th birthday and his very first big birthday party. I remember that I had teased him at that party because I was 3 months older then him and that he would never be able to catch up. I also remembered that Justin had been the only person outside the family who knew about my problem. You see, our mothers had been friends since they were children so it was only time before his mom had found out about my problem. This had actually relieved Justin's mom who had thought that Justin was the only one at his age that had that type of problem. At that time we were 7 when mom finally divulged my secret to her best friend. Our mom's had gotten us together and explained that we both had the same problem, so therefore we now didn't have to worry about the other finding out our secret no-more and we could actually sleep over at each others houses without worrying no longer about having an accident while sleeping. At first I was angry with my mom for telling Justin's mom and Justin himself about my bedwetting. Justin was my best friend and I didn't want to take a chance of him laughing at me for wetting the bed. Justin had told me later when I confronted him about how upset I was that he had felt the same way at first but then realized that now things could be even better for us now that we don't have to hide it from each other now. So because of the secret that we shared about each other we became even better friends then ever before. Shortly before Justin turned 10 he stopped wetting the bed. Boy was he happy and his happiness made me feel miserable. Justin finally realized my misery and promised me that he would still keep the secret and would also help me stop wetting the bed, too. After that Justin tried to coach me and help me stop wetting the bed. It was about this time my sister stopped wetting the bed which made me feel even worse. I started to hide my accidents hoping that everyone would start to think I, too, was stopping my bedwetting like my best friend and my little sister did. Boy was everyone happy for me, especially Justin. He would praise me ever day when he asked me if I had wet that night and answered him no. A month went by with me hiding the evidence of my wetting I of course wasn't always fast enough so mom did catch me asleep in a wet bed a couple of times but she still looked at it as a major improvement over what I used to do. Those mornings when she did catch me before I could hide the evidence she told me not to worry that sometimes accidents do happen and that they are even expected. In the end though mom found out the truth and I was exposed. She had come in my room one night while I was asleep because she thought she heard me cry out. It turned out that I had been talking in my sleep during a dream. Well she noticed I was wet and was going to wake me like she usually did but decided not to because it had been a long day and she was tired and she didn't want to have to wake me when I seemed so peaceful. The next morning when she came in to wake me she found me asleep in a dry bed. She asked me after she woke me about my bedding I who had awaken an hour an half before she got up had fallen back asleep after I cleaned up the mess and still waking up misunderstood her question and told her I had another dry night. At that point she told me that the game was up and that I needed to tell her the truth. I then broke down and told her that I had been hiding my bedwetting and making them all think that I was drying up. For part of my punishment I had to tell everyone that I lied to about my bedwetting that I lied to them and that I was really still wetting the bed after all. I was upset at first but with encouragement from Justin I made a renewed effort. I kept up that effort and in the end it finally paid off and 4 months from my 12th birthday the effort paid off and I finally became dry at night. It had disappointed me that I had wet the bed that one time while sick last month, but once Justin confided in me that he, too, had wet the bed just a few weeks before when he was sick made me feel better. Matter of fact it turned out when I went to tell Justin good-bye and that I was going to America Justin had then confided in me that he was wetting the bed again. He told me it started a couple of weeks ago and since then has not had a dry night. He told me he was sorry that he kept it from me but that he was embarrassed that he had started wetting again. I knew that Justin was secretly hoping that I too had started wetting the bed again. Of course I wasn't and I was breathing a sign a relief that I wasn't Justin right at this moment in time. All of this stuff about my past and Justin resurfaced in my dream. Also in my dream I could see myself wondering if my mom had found out about Justin's backsliding and that was why maybe lately the last couple of days she had been stricter than in a long while about certain things like drinks after 6pm and the evening bathroom trip right before I go to bed. She had even done something that she hadn't done in months the night before, she got me up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. At this point the dream started to become unpleasant to me so subconsciously I was able to change my dream. I was no longer in England now I was aboard the Titanic. But now instead of being in the port in England we were now out in the middle of the ocean. At first the setting was beautiful. The sun was setting in the west and the waves were gently lapping against the ship. It was the perfect picture of the sea calm and beautiful. People were walking about the deck chatting to each other and in the background you could hear the beautiful music coming from the ballroom. Then as quickly as that beautiful image came it then went. The next picture in my mind's eye was that of a dark sky and a cold, angry ocean. The calm and peace that I found on the ship earlier was no longer people were now running and screaming. At first I couldn't figure out why people seemed so afraid, but it didn't take long to find out why. The ship! The great unsinkable ship was sinking? This dream, too, was turning awful. I tried to again change my dream but this time I couldn't shake it at all. I tried to wake up but soon realized that it to was not going to work. I realized now that maybe it wasn't a dream at all maybe this was actually happening it was so realistic. I looked around me to find someone I recognized, but no one looked familiar at all. I then started shouting for my mom and dad but realized because of my fear that my shouts were barely audible whispers. It was then I decided it had to be real and that it was no dream. I was scared and horrified. I was no longer sure what I should do and started crying and wishing to be in my mommies arms. It was now that I did something out of horror that I hadn't done since I was 7 years old I wet my pants while awake. I could feel the wetness fill my crotch and soak it with my pee and I realized I couldn't stop it at all. I started running to the back end of the ship since it was the general direction that everyone else was headed. Once I got there I again scanned the crowd looking for my parents. All of a sudden someone picked me up and told me there was not much time. I thought I had recognized the voice but because of all the screaming I had a hard time placing it. I tried looking to see who it was but with the way I was being held I could not tell who it was. Then I heard the person yell hang on and the next thing I realized is that we had jumped off the ship and were now submerged in cold angry ocean water. That was when I finally awoke from this horrible dream screaming. Chapter 4: Tim's Desire Sunlight was pouring through the porthole in our cabin. I noticed it was cold because my pajamas were soaked with a cold, clammy sweat. It was because of this sweat that I didn't notice another soaked wetness not caused by the sweat, at least not at first. Mom was the first who came rushing over to me as I sat there shivering and trying to shake the dream that seemed so real in the end that I thought I was going to die. I had stopped screaming but my mind was still doing so and it took mom's comfort to help ease me back into reality. "What's wrong honey?" she asked gently in my ear as she was shushing at me. That's when I finally calmed down enough to notice the other more severe and soaking dampness surrounding me on the bed. Tim had also woke up from my screaming and seemed disturbed by it. I was not sure weather it was because I woke him or if it was because he was concerned and I never asked so I will never know. It was then when he asked me and my mom why was the bed wet? That is when mom saw that my pajamas were soaked from a heavy sweat that was still pouring off of me. I was shocked when my mom told Tim not to worry that I had obviously had a bad dream and ended up sweating up a storm like I usually did during a bad dream. I could feel the warm dampness on my pajama bottoms and the unmistakable wet spot underneath my body that was warmer and stickier then the cold sweat pouring off of it. I knew I needed to figure out a way to keep from getting caught, but with Tim saying what he did and the unmistakable smell of urine as it gets stale would give mom the telltale sign soon enough. Right now she was worried about me so she didn't notice the smell of the urine which in time will only get stronger. Mom told me and Tim that dad and Uncle Josh had taken Jane down to breakfast already because they woke up earlier and she decided to allow us boys to sleep in a little. Since we were awake she wanted us to hurry and get ready to meet them down at the dining hall. Mom told me once breakfast was over I could tell her about my nightmare I was having. I just nodded and said okay. Mom then told me and Tim that she was going down to the bathroom real quick and that she wanted us dressed and ready by the time she got back. As soon as she was gone I jumped up and surveyed the damage done to the bed. Tim, who still hadn't gotten up at that moment, didn't like the blankets being pulled off of him. He just wrapped himself up in the blanket on his side of the bed. With the blankets at least off half of the bed I could now see the large round wet spot that even found its way under Tim. I also noticed the faint unmistakable scent of urine. I couldn't believe myself I ended up doing what I had hoped and prayed that I would never do again. All of a sudden I thought what would Tim say once he found out? Would he make fun of me and not like me anymore? Or would he sympathize and understand? It didn't take long to find out because at that moment Tim finally got out of bed. "I tell you I am having trouble sleeping in this wet spot," said Tim. He then started to ask me how I could sweat so much when he noticed the wet pattern and the smell of the urine on the bed. "That's not sweat, that's urine." "You mean I have been sleeping in urine?" Tim asked. I just stood there and nodded my head in shame there was nothing else I could do but nod my head yes. I looked at Tim and said I was sorry, that I had a real bad nightmare that scared me so bad that it made me wet the bed. As we got out of our wet peed pajamas and got cleaned up I went ahead and told Tim about my nightmare. When I was finished telling him about the dream and how real it felt he looked shocked. He told me that if he had a dream like that he too would have probably wet the bed. At this point I asked Tim if he hated me because I wet the bed like some little kid? And what shocked me the most was when he answered no. He then explained why his answer was no and how he could understand the whole thing. He too, had, been a bedwetter until after his 8th birthday. That broke the ice I then told Tim about my previous problems as a bedwetter and even told him about Justin too. Tim listened to all of this with much attention. Noticing this I couldn't help but say what I said next to him. I said "Tim, I can't help but notice that you seem happy that I wet the bed". Tim then just looked at me and explained why this was true in every aspect. Tim's Story When he was 8 years old he started to become dry at night and was happy like anyone would be that had that kind of problem, but something was also bugging him about becoming dry. It wasn't until he almost turned 10 that he realized what had been bugging him ever since he stopped wetting his bed. He realized that he enjoyed wetting the bed and liked the warm wetness underneath him every night. The idea of wetting his bed on purpose came stronger and stronger and he realized that he would also like more then just that. So one night the urges won out over his potty training and he decided to try wetting his bed that night. He went to bed with a full bladder hoping that after he fell asleep that he would end up peeing the bed while he was asleep. By doing it this way he could therefore claim it as an accident instead of knowing he did it on purpose. It was hard to do with a full bladder but sleep did finally take over his body. Sometime around 3 am he woke up with a screaming bladder and without thinking started to get up and use the bathroom like he normally would do. Just before he got out of bed he remembered what he had intended on doing and decided to try and go back to sleep. The problem was that sleep was no longer an big issue with his body and his bladder was so full he couldn't get back to sleep after all. He was at the point where he needed to make a real quick decision which was to go ahead and bite the dust and wet the bed awake or get up and use the bathroom. While trying to make this decision his bladder finally lost the battle and made the choice for him. At this point he gave in since he no longer had control of his bladder and just laid back and let his urine flow into his pajamas and onto his bed. After his indiscretion of wetting his bed was over he then turned over and went back to sleep. The next morning when his mom came in to wake him up she was surprised that he had wet the bed. She told him not to worry and that it was just an accident and that these things happen sometimes. Tim had then decided since it went so well that he would try it again in a couple of days. He continued doing this for 2 weeks wetting the bed every couple of nights or so even a couple in the row the last 2 days of the second week. Each time his mom found a wet bed she tried to be supportive, but as it went on he could tell her patients were wearing thin. Even though he knew his mom was getting upset and that it could bring him trouble in the end he continued wetting the bed and now even more frequently then before. He also started noticing that when he planed his wetting out and drank the extra fluids and tired himself out that he sometimes did sleep through the night and end wetting himself in his sleep. This though was not very frequent most nights he woke up with a screaming bladder and just laid in bed until he could no longer hold it anymore and wet himself. Even though he liked the feeling of wetting the bed it wasn't enough. His goal was to consistently have real bed wetting accidents without waking up all the time. There was also the wanting of having daytime wetting accidents too. He wanted to wet himself in the daytime but it took him awhile to build up the nerve to do it. Then one day while shopping with his mom he needed to pee real bad. He was just about to go ask his mom if he could go and find a bathroom when he again remembered how he wanted to try wetting his pants. He then decided to run through the pros and cons of what he wanted to do and of the action it would bring from his mom. He finally decided if he didn't do it now that he would never get up the courage to try it. The plan was then put into action and decided on. He would hold his bladder until on the way home and at that he would then start showing tell tale signs of needing to pee real bad. He would then get his mom's attention and let her know he had too pee real bad. At this point he would allow himself to pee his pants letting his mom think it was an accident. Well everything was going as planned. At first he thought his mom would never get her shopping done and was afraid that he would have to scrap the plan to keep himself from wetting his pants in the middle of the store. Just as he thought he could hold his bladder no longer his mom decided that she was done and that it was time to go home. All the way out to their buggy he walked directly behind his mom to hide the fact that he needed to pee. For a minute while walking toward the buggy he lost control of his bladder and wetness began to spread on the crotch of his under shorts. Luckily he managed to get control of his bladder back. Once in the buggy there was no turning back he had already sealed his fate. He waited until his mom had gotten them out of the downtown vicinity before he started to show his discomfort. He knew he had to act fast though before he wet himself which he could tell would be any second now. He then looked over at his mom and told her he needed to pee real bad. "Why didn't you tell me at the store" she asked? He just told her as innocently as he could that "I didn't realize I needed to go then" I said. She then had looked straight at Tim and told him that he would have to wait until they got home and that they would be home in about 10 minutes. He then looked at her and said as he finally lost control of his bladder and the wetness spread across his crotch and underneath him on the leather cushioned buggy seat "I don't think I will make it". His mom looked again at him and realized he indeed was wetting his pants and let out one of her sighs. When they got home he started to go to his room when his mom asked him where he was going. He told her that he was going to change his clothes. "No you are not the first thing you are going to do is go back out to that buggy and wash the seat off," she said angrily to him. "After you are done with that I want you to come straight back inside and stand in the corner until your dad gets home," she continued. He tried again to ask her about his wet clothes, but she cut him off saying that since he liked peeing in his pants and bed all the time that he would just stay in them. He told me that he would never forget that day. When his dad got home and was told what he did he became very angry. Tim told me that his dad was very angry and wanted to know why he he didn't get out of the buggy and go behind a tree? Of course Tim had no reason for this or an excuse and tried to apologize to his dad. That night his dad sent him to bed early and told him that if he ever wet himself like that again that he would get the whipping of his life. Tim told me right then he had decided to straighten up. That night, like clockwork he woke up with a full bladder. Now the problem was that he was getting so use to just letting his bladder go that it became habit. So when he woke up and partly because he was still half asleep he just wet the bed as usual. It wasn't until he was almost done peeing that he fully realized what he was doing. He stopped peeing and jumped out of bed, but he was to late the damage was already done. Well he decided that the only way to save his hide was to hide the evidence. So he pulled off the wet sheets and tried to dry up the bed as good as he could. He then went to the hall shelf where all the clean sheets were. While grabbing sheets his dad walked out of his parents room on his way to get a glass of water from the pump. His father at this point caught his son up and asked him why he was up this late. Tim seeing that his father was up just acted like he, too, was up to get a glass of water. His dad walked over to him and noticed the distinct smell of urine and knew what he did immediately. His father sighed and walked his son back to his room. Tim was surprised that his father didn't whip him like he said he would if he wet himself again. All his dad did was help him with his bed and then told him they would talk in the morning. Of course he was definitely worried about what would happen that morning. That morning after breakfast Tim did get his whipping but not because he had the accident but because he tried to cover it up. He told me it was the worse whipping his dad ever gave him, and he swears that he could still feel it even though it happened 3 years ago. From that date on he told me he made sure that he went to the bathroom before he went to bed. He did have another accident a few days after his spanking, but realized what he was doing and stopped his peeing before it got the bed too wet. Even though the accident was a small one and could possibly be easy to cover up he decided to tell his dad that morning. He informed me that his dad did whip him but went easier on him because Tim told him instead of hiding it. That he told me is the last time he wet the bed and until this morning hadn't even thought about it, but after waking up in the wet spot and finding out I had peed the bed brought back all his memories about it. All this time while listening to Tim's story we had been getting ready. We of course were a little behind when my mom came back because we had taken some of the time to clean our bodies off at the wash basin trying to wash off the pee off of our bodies. While mom was waiting for us it didn't take long for her to really see what happened in our bed last night. She looked at me and gave me a supportive smile and told me that she would talk to me later about it. While Tim and I finished dressing she left the room and told us that to hurry and be ready by the time she got back. 5 minutes later she was back and we were ready for the day. We then headed out of the room and down the hall towards the dining hall to eat breakfast. As we walked down the hall we passed a maid with a handful of what looked like sheets and saw her enter our room.