DAVEY'S STORY

Chapter 1 "How my parents met"

	Hi my name is Davey and this is my story. My story 
begins 20 years ago, the year was 1978 and was the year my 
parents met. My mom, Debbie Long, and my dad, Jeff Brown, 
met in their senior year of high school. They believed their 
love was stronger than anything and felt they belonged 
together. If you asked any of their friends, they would all 
say the same thing that: "Those two are inseparable". They 
were even voted Best Couple and the Most Likely to Stay 
Together. But I guess this was never meant to be.
	Their plan was that after graduation they would find a 
place to live and get married. My dad's parents did not 
approve of this idea, though, and stated that if they were 
to follow through with this plan that they would not support 
my dad through college. Well, as you can guess when given 
the ultimatum, he chose my Mom. Again, they thought their 
love was strong and was all they needed to survive.
	Luckily, my dad had a job down at the local supermarket 
as a bag boy, so they did have some cash. Even though he had 
a job, it still wasn't enough and their lifestyle was very 
poor. They lived in a small run-down apartment downtown that 
was still way too expensive for them. And, true to their 
word, my grandparents would not help them with one penny.
	In November of 1979 my mom became pregnant. By this 
time my parents were not getting along that well. They hoped 
with a baby coming that it would make them close again, boy 
were they wrong. On January 22nd 1980 my parents decided to 
tie the not and got married. For awhile things would get 
better for them.
	On August 21st 1980, Ashley Marie Brown was born. It 
was also the month my dad got a promotion at his job. With 
more money and a bundle of joy they had a new outlook on 
life. They ended up moving to a larger apartment in a nicer 
part of town and even got a car, and for the first time 
since their marriage they went on a vacation. They thought 
that things could only get better.
	On August 8th 1981, shortly before her first birthday 
my sister died of SIDS. I guess you can say that this threw 
the final nail into the coffin. My parents ended up blaming 
each other and fighting all the time. My Mom went into a 
deep depression and got involved with drugs. By the end of 
August they knew the marriage was over. The divorce 
finalized on October 10th, 1981. My Mom left town and moved 
across the country, partially to start a new life and also 
to hide a secret from my dad, me.
	My parents lost touch and started to live their lives 
apart from each other. On March 16th, 1982, I was born as 
Davey Long. My mom informed the hospital and later myself 
that my father died before I was born. Later I would find 
this out to be a lie. Six years later my dad won the state 
lottery and became 23 million dollars richer.

Chapter 2 "The Search" 

	My father never knew I even existed, that is, until 
June 1990. He was vacationing in Florida and happened to 
bump into an Justin Hawk, an old friend of both my mother 
and himself. Both of them couldn't believe the fact that 
they even bumped into each other, though Justin was even 
more surprised. "I thought you were killed in a car crash," 
said Justin. "What?" said my father.
	 Justin then explained how he also happened to run into 
Debbie out in Nevada. He had asked her how my father was 
doing if I hadn't been there at the time my Mom would have 
just told him that she left my dad, But instead I, who at 
the time was seven years old, informed the gentleman that my 
Dad was killed in a car wreck. So that is how he came to 
believe my Dad was dead. This is how my dad found out about 
me. He asked Justin if my mom and I were still out there or 
not, but Justin didn't know for sure.
	Later that afternoon after trying to find the best 
private eye, he sat down with Jim Franklin. My father told 
him everything from high school to the run-in with Justin 
Hawk. Well, Jim was pretty straightforward and told him that 
there might be a chance that she does not still live in 
Nevada, but was a good starting point. So Jim and my dad 
both went to Nevada to a small town named Red Creek. To my 
dads misfortune, Mom and I moved three weeks after our run-
in with Mr. Hawk. My father and Jim asked about my mom and 
me and there were several who knew her, but none of them 
knew where she went. The people who seemed to know her best 
said that she was on the run from the law and that she was 
heavily into drugs. She and myself had come to Red Creek on 
January 23rd, 1989, and left on May 9th, 1989. So she wasn't 
there long before she moved on. Jim did manage to find where 
they came from before their stay at Red Creek, Las Vegas.
	In Las Vegas they came across the hospital where I was 
born at and also got a copy of my birth certificate. They 
also found out that she was wanted by the local police for 
drug and prostitution charges. Well, the lead turned cold 
and Jim told my dad that he would try and find new leads and 
when he did that he would call him immediately. So my Dad 
went back home to Michigan.

Chapter 3 "My Life With Mom" 

	It now was July of 1993, and I was eleven years old. 
Living with mom all these years hadn't been the best for me. 
My mom never did the stuff that other mothers did with their 
kids. Instead, she drank and did a lot of drugs. I begged 
her many times to please quit, but she didn't listen to me, 
and instead she backhanded me. I had problems at school. I 
was eleven years old and was in the third grade. You see, 
with all the moving around that we did, I just never got a 
real chance to learn anything. I was having trouble with 
basic math (the pluses and minuses), I couldn't read, and I 
was slow in everything else. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't 
stupid, I just didn't have the chance that I needed to 
learn, and I didn't have any help at home, either. Another 
thing that didn't help was that most of the other kids were 
cruel to me and picked on me quite often. The day that they 
found out about my other problem, they got even worse.
	You see, no one was around when I took my first step. I 
was eleven months old and had been locked into my room while 
my Mom was out getting high. When she finally did see me she 
didn't even think twice about it. I also learned everything 
else without any help from my Mom. But one problem I had 
seemed beyond my control and didn't even become a big issue 
until I was five and a half. That problem was toilet 
training. My mom just kept me in diapers, but the problem 
was over the period of time the diapers were getting too 
small for me. So finally, my Mom did something with me. At 
that age I craved attention but never got it, so when my Mom 
gave it to me I was happy. I realized that my Mom wanted me 
to learn to potty in the toilet, but I also knew that if I 
did this that she would no longer have a reason to pay any 
attention to me, so I fought it.
	By the time I was six I finally did learn to pee in the 
toilet but could not hold my poop, and because of it, pooped 
in my pants. So now at the age of eleven I still can't 
control my bowels, and by the time school is over I have 
pooped in my pants. I also still tended to wet my pants at 
times when I am not paying attention to my bladder. So the 
kids at school made fun of me. And when I got home I would 
get my daily beating for having an accident. The only time I 
didn't receive a beating was when my mom was out getting 
high or boozed up or when she was passed out.
	At night I had to sleep on a bed that I had peed on 
numerous times.  Before that, it never had a rubber sheet 
placed on it. So the mattress was saturated with piss and 
stank really bad. Also, all my underwear were pissed-stained 
and had shit stains in the seat. My mom hated laundry, so I 
was only allowed to change my sheets and pajamas every 
Saturday. On that day I also had to drag my mattress out 
side to be hosed down and dried.
	 So, the day the man walked on the porch of our house 
and asked me if I was Davey Long, and I nodded and told him 
I was, I about jumped into his arms when he told me he was 
here to take me away from all this.

Chapter 4 "On the Run"

	As Jim Franklin was helping me gather some things, my 
mom and her current boyfriend Tony came home. My mom about 
freaked when she saw a stranger in the house and of course 
yelled at me for letting him in. Jim quickly explained the 
situation to my Mom and emphasized that he had authority by 
my Dad and the court to take me back to my father.
	"Do you have that order with you?" asked Tony.
	Jim then realized that he made a big mistake. He forgot 
the court order papers. "No, I don't have it, but the local 
police have been notified and have a warrant for your 
arrest, Mrs. Long."
	"Well, until they show up on our porch, you get the 
hell out of here!" yelled Tony, who looked like he was going 
to take a swing at Mr. Franklin.
	Well, the next few moments were spent throwing stuff 
into suitcases and then into the car. My mom and Tony knew 
that Mr. Franklin was going to call the police and that they 
didn't have much time. Everything was happening so fast my 
head was spinning. I didn't know what to do. All I knew was 
that I was to do as my mom told me, so I packed my things. 
Because of the experience of fast moving and not having very 
much, it didn't take long to get everything we needed 
packed. We then all got in the car and drove away from the 
rapidly growing sirens.
	I don't know if it was a streak of courage or just 
stupidity, but I started screaming and throwing a tantrum. 
All I knew was that my mom had lied to me and was trying to 
take me away from my dad.
	"Can't you quiet that brat of yours, Debbie?" asked 
Tony, who finally made it to the interstate. My mom didn't 
even give me any warning, she just smacked me right straight 
in the face. That stunned me for just a second, but my Mom 
was prepared. The next thing I knew I was being injected by 
a needle. I knew from experience that it was a powerful 
tranquilizer she had used one on me numerous times before 
whenever she wanted me out of her hair so that she could do 
the things she liked.
	When I came out of it, it was dark. I had slept, 
according to my watch, about five hours. I noticed two 
things right away. The first thing was that I was very 
thirsty and needed a drink. The next thing I noticed was 
that I had peed my pants in Tony's car. I knew the last time 
I did that he threatened to kill me if it ever happened 
again. That is why I decided that I would waited for a drink 
at the next stop, which I was hoping soon. Luckily they had 
the windows down or they might have been able to smell the 
pee.
	A half an hour later we finally stopped to get gas. I 
quickly ran into the bathroom before either one of them had 
a chance to even notice that I was awake. It wasn't until I 
got my drink and attempting to dry my jeans that I realized 
that maybe this was my chance to escape. Luckily the 
bathroom, which someone happened to be coming out of, door 
locked behind me so Tony wasn't able to come in after me. I 
had also locked the dead bolt. While thinking of my escape 
plan, Tony pounded on the door and yelled to get my fucking 
ass back in the car. That was when I realized, running as 
fast as I could out the door, was not going to help me. I 
looked around the bathroom and noticed a small window above 
the sink and decided that this was my only means of escape.
	I got up on the sink and opened the small window I then 
squeezed my small body through the opening and started 
getting up. Too late, my mom was waiting by the window for 
me just in case I decided to pull that stunt. I knew that my 
only choice was to start screaming, and scream I did.
	It didn't take long for people to come to my aid. One 
gentleman asked my Mom what she was doing to me.
	"I am sorry, my son is mildly handicapped and tends to 
get into fits sometimes," said my Mom. My Mom that took back 
out the hypodermic needle and gave me another shot which 
started its magic immediately.
	"See, he's fine now that he has gotten his medication," 
my mom said. She then put me back in the car and back on the 
road we were.
	Before the tranquilizer had its chance to take full 
effect of my body, My mom yelled at and hit me continuously. 
I kept apologizing but she just wasn't listening. She 
finally stopped when Tony yelled that he was about to just 
dump both of us off alongside the road. As darkness started 
clouding my mind, I started wondering where exactly we were 
going. The last thing I thought I heard before I fell asleep 
was my mom mentioning to Tony two words: "his Grandma".

Chapter 5 " Grandma" 

	I only met Grandma (Mom's mother) once a long time ago, 
I believe I was seven at the time. We had nowhere else to go 
and no money, so Mom decided that we would stay with Grandma 
until she had enough money to get back on her feet. The 
problem was that she hadn't talked to Grandma in years, so 
my Grandma never even knew that I existed. At that time, 
Grandma had lived in a small house in New Mexico and was 
living on my Grandpa's pension and social security. When we 
showed up at her door that night long ago, she took one look 
at me and went berserk. I don't know much about what 
happened next because my Mom had been prepared for such a 
reaction and had given me a tranquilizer before we got 
there. All I remember before I fell asleep was that there 
was a lot of yelling going between my Grandma and my mother. 
The next morning when I awoke we packed up what little 
belongings we had and left. I never did get to speak to her.
	While out, I dreamt about that first meeting with 
Grandma. I wondered if that was really where we were going 
or if I misheard. I really didn't know what to think about 
the whole situation. Somewhere in the middle of this dream 
the images changed and instead of seeing Grandma, I saw the 
man who had come to take me back to my Dad. I also dreamt 
what my real dad looked like and how my life would be if I 
were to live with him. I dreamt of playing catch, camping, 
going fishing, and swimming which I didn't even know how to 
do. I don't know if it was because of all the water or if it 
was because of timing but the next thing in my dream became 
clear. I was peeing into a nice blue lake and watching the 
pee arch in the air but realizing at that moment that warmth 
wetness was spreading around my crotch, that's when I woke 
up.
	I realized as soon as I woke up it was too late, the 
bed I was lying in was soaked, and I also could tell by the 
strong odor that I also pooped in my pants. I knew 
immediately that I was going to be in big trouble. I had 
been doing pretty good lately about pooping in my pants. I 
hadn't had a bowel accident now for three weeks, and as far 
as anyone knew, I hadn't had one for two months. I had 
managed to hide the evidence of my last four pooping 
accidents, but I knew I would never be able to hide this 
one.
	As I became more aware I finally realized that I was in 
a bed and not in the car. I also realized that I was gagged 
and strapped to the bed. Scared, I tried to look around but 
the room was dark and with no windows. What I had thought 
was a completely dry bladder all of a sudden let loose 
another stream off piss all over myself.
	 I lied there for what seemed like hours until boredom 
finally overcame me and I fell back to sleep. As soon as I 
was asleep, the dream of Grandma came back to me. In my 
dream I saw Grandma's face again, a face that time took its 
toll on. The thing that I saw was not the wrinkles or the 
old, grumpy and mean person before me, but the face of a 
once beautiful lady. I remembered how on the next morning I 
wanted to talk to my newfound Grandma, but she was nowhere 
in sight. Later, my Mom told me that grandma had left early 
that morning and had asked Mom to not be there when she got 
back. I also remembered looking at my Mom and asking her why 
grandma was so mean.
	"Grandma wasn't always this way. Before my dad, your 
Grandpa, died she was the sweetest person you ever met. But 
after your Grandpa died she started hating the world and 
everyone on it," my Mom said. I continued to dream about 
Grandma that was until I was dumped out of bed.
	I didn't know that it was coming when a fist socked me 
in the face. I woke up fast and realized that Tony had 
unstrapped me and was beating on me with his fist. He was 
obviously angry about something and I didn't know what it 
was. All I could do was cry and ask why he was mad.
	"You know goddam why I am mad at you! You pissed all 
over my back seat!" Tony screamed at me. "Remember what I 
told you I was going to do to you?!" He asked. I just nodded 
and said yes. Tony probably would have kept his promise and 
killed me if my Mom hadn't come in the room and rescued me 
from his temper.
	"Tony please don't hit him anymore, he is just a little 
boy who was on a powerful drug. Even you would have pissed 
on yourself if you were in his shoes. Please don't take it 
out on him," My mom pleaded. Tony finally decided that he 
did enough to me and stormed out of the room. My mom then 
helped me out my smelly cloths and then led me naked to the 
bathroom across from the room I was in. she told to get in 
the tub and take a bath.
	Later I found out that we were in some old cabin that 
Tony knew about. It belonged to a friend of a friend who 
also set them up with a different car, just in case. That 
night, we again were on the road. This time Mom didn't drug 
me and gave me a book to read. It felt good not to be tied 
up or drugged and I decided to just read the book and do 
whatever I am told.
	The next afternoon we had made it to Tulley, a small 
town in Utah. Tony drove us to a small, dumpy neighborhood 
where several run-down apartments were at. It was one of 
these apartment buildings that we finally stopped in front 
of. Tony then helped us unload our stuff and set it on the 
sidewalk in front of the building. He then looked at Mom and 
said goodbye, and if she changed her mind, she knew where to 
find him. It wasn't until later that I found out that Tony 
and my Mom had gotten into an argument over me, and my Mom 
decided it was through with them. Well, we picked up our 
things and headed inside. At apartment 6, mom stopped and 
knocked on the door. The woman that opened the door was old 
and had a stubborn look on her face. Even though she looked 
much older and meaner, he knew it was her. His Grandma.

 Davey's Story Part 3 

Chapter 6 "Life at Grandma's" 

	The first couple of weeks at Grandma's was really 
stressful on Mom, but I could see she was going to try and 
make it through this ordeal. She promised me that as soon as 
she got a job and a little money saved she would find us a 
small apartment of our own. Mom got a job as a waitress at 
the local Denny's and had to work third shift, so she was 
gone all evening. After she got off she went straight to her 
second job at local motel where she cleaned the rooms that 
people slept in. It was one of those one-hour motels, that's 
all my Mom would let me know. By the time she got home it 
would be 3:30 PM and she would be exhausted. She usually 
went right straight to bed.
	While mom was at work I spent as much time away from 
Grandma as I could. It seemed all she ever wanted to do was 
yell at me. It seemed that the minute my mom got home she 
would repeat the same eight words everyday: "Do you know 
what your son did today?" my Grandma would say angrily. She 
would have some complaint about me even if I hadn't been in 
her sight all day. If you thought that was bad, you wouldn't 
be able to imagine what she had to say about my bedwetting 
problem. I actually made it to the third night at my 
Grandmas, and also my Mom's first night at Denny's without 
wetting the bed. But that lasting would be too good to be 
true. And sure enough when my mom got home that afternoon, 
"Do you know what your son did today?" yelled my Grandma. 
	"He pissed all over my guest bed!" continued grandma. 
"And when he got up he didn't even bother to clean himself 
or the bed up, just ran off," Grandma yelled again.
	That night when I went to bed I noticed that Grandma 
had put a rubber sheet on the bed. Since I never slept on a 
bed with a rubber sheet before it felt different. Over the 
next week that rubber sheet was put to full use. It seems 
that first accident triggered my bedwetting really bad 
again. I started wetting the bed every night after that. 
Pretty soon Grandma started complaining about the constant 
wet sheets. She told me that she was not going to wash my 
sheets everyday, but that I would have to sleep on them for 
two weeks. She told me that the sheets in her house get 
laundered only twice a month. She told me when I wet the bed 
I was to pull back the blankets and let the sheets dry 
during the day. This didn't bother me because I was used to 
it.
	While at grandma's I started to think about my Dad 
again. I wished I knew where he was so I could call him and 
maybe even see him. Even though I thought about calling the 
police and letting them know what had happened, I knew right 
away I couldn't. Even though Mom had put me through a lot, I 
still loved and cared for her and in her own way I knew she 
did, too. It was the drugs and booze that made her mean, but 
when she stayed away from it she was a halfway decent 
person. I just hoped that this time would be different and 
she would stay away from the drug scene.
	I actually started liking my life with Mom. Even though 
I didn't see her much, she spent as much time as she could 
with me. On her days off we would go to the park or even 
sometimes to a movie. The few times I did have daytime 
accidents she even helped me keep it a secret from Grandma 
and didn't even spank me. Every night she would get up at my 
bedtime and tuck me in and sometimes read me a story. I 
guess she was trying to make up for a lot of lost time. 
Before she went to work she would come back to the room and 
wake me up and take me to the bathroom to try and prevent 
any accidents. Even though it didn't help she still 
continued to do it. She would then put me back to bed and 
kiss me goodbye.
	During the day I would get up at about 7 AM get 
dressed, eat, and leave before my Grandma got out of bed. 
Sometimes she would get up before I was able to get out and 
put me to work for the day, but most of the time I was out 
the door before she was up. Since it was summer a lot of the 
kids in the area got up early. And they would play around 
until it was time to go back home for lunch, or in most 
cases, till dinner time. Since most of the kids came from 
poor families they didn't have much to brag about and 
generally were easy to get along with. Even though I played 
with them I wouldn't say any of them were friends, but more 
like acquaintances. We roamed the area streets playing tag 
and war and a bunch of other kids' stuff. Also another nice 
thing was if I peed my pants by accident, no one seemed to 
notice. But if I pooped them I would usually leave the group 
and find a spot to dump the poop out of them, and then would 
go back to the group and play. Later, by the time I got 
home, my pants were usually dried out and my Mom would later 
take care of them, especially if they were poopy.
	I guess it was sometime during the second month of our 
stay at Grandma's that she found out about my daytime 
accidents. I was out playing with the other guys when I 
realized that I pooped in my pants and that I needed to pee 
also very badly. So like usual I left the group and started 
looking for somewhere private to do my business and dump out 
my poop. I started walking around the corner of the block I 
was on when I ran smack dab into grandma.
	"I have been looking all over for you, young man!" She 
yelled while grabbing my arm. She dragged me all the way 
back to the apartment. I tried to plead with her to let me 
go, but she wouldn't. I couldn't help it by the time we got 
back to the apartment my bladder was bursting and I peed all 
over myself. My grandma was shocked "Boy, you cant even 
control yourself in the day, what are you, a baby?" She 
asked. She never waited to hear my answer but dragged me 
into the bathroom and started to strip me. Boy, I thought 
she was mad and shocked when she had seen me pee myself she 
went berserk when she noticed that I also pooped my pants. 
	"Can't you control your bodily function?" asked my 
grandmother.
	"I am sorry I couldn't help it, I was playing and the 
next thing I new was that I pooped in my pants!" I 
exclaimed. It didn't matter what I said, she was mad and was 
going to stay that way. She cleaned me up as if I was 
toddler. It turned out that she was taking me to see a 
doctor about my bedwetting. It turned out to be a really 
embarrassing day for me. The doctor stated that there was 
nothing wrong with me that he could find except that my 
bladder was small for my age and that my bowel sphincter 
muscle was pretty weak. He told my Grandma that, given time, 
I should grow out of it, that it was most likely a phase. Of 
course that night when my mom got home those eight famous 
words came screaming again from my Grandma's lips.
	The next day I was surprised to see Grandma up and 
dressed when I got out of bed. When I came out into the 
kitchen to get breakfast the first thing she asked me was if 
I peed the bed, in which I nodded yes.
	"Did you clean yourself up?" She continued. I, of 
course, hadn't cleaned myself, so I said no. She then 
ordered me to the bathroom where she stripped me naked and 
gave me a bath.
	"You want to pee and poop yourself like a baby, then 
for now on I will treat you like a baby," she said while 
giving me my bath. She went on to tell me that the rules 
were going to change, and until I could learn to control 
myself I would have to follow the new rules.

Chapter 7 "Dad Hot on the Trail" 

	My dad, through all of this, never gave up looking for 
me. He and Mr. Hawk tried every lead they could find. As 
time went by my Dad started to feel that it was hopeless and 
that they would never find me. Jim Hawk told my dad how 
sorry he was to screw up as he did, but he didn't even think 
about the court order papers. He told my dad that because of 
it he would do the rest of the case pro-bono.
	The first lead they tried was the license plate, but it 
turned out the plate was stolen, so that didn't go anywhere. 
Next they tried to find people who might have known them, 
but that, too, didn't work. Either they didn't know, didn't 
care, or weren't telling.
	It wasn't until a week later that someone came forward 
with a good lead. The man who came forward was the guy from 
the gas station that we had stopped at on the way to 
Grandma's. He had noticed a picture of me that Jim was lucky 
in finding at my school in the school yearbook, and had made 
several hundred copies offering a reward for $5,000.00 for 
information leading to my rescue. He told Jim that we had 
headed east, and he noticed the plate which turned out not 
to be the same plate on the car when Jim saw it. So that 
meant that they stopped to switch plates. The biggest news 
was, according to the guy, the plate was expired.
	Later, when Jim told my dad of the good news my dad 
asked why this was good news. 
	"Well my guess is that the boyfriend stole the plate I 
saw on the car because his plate was expired and either 
didn't have the money to renew the tags or most likely had a 
reason not to try, like outstanding warrants," said Jim. 
	"When he took off from the house he knew that I must 
have gotten his plate number and decided to take a chance 
with the old plate instead of the stolen plate," continued 
Jim. "So when will we find out anything?" asked my dad. 
	"Soon, soon," Jim Replied.
	By the next day Jim had the information he was seeking. 
It turned out that it indeed was the boyfriend's old plate, 
whose name was Tony Bernelli, and currently was wanted on 
charges of check fraud and now kidnapping. With the 
information, he also got a picture which he also plastered 
up everywhere with a $1000.00 reward. It didn't take long 
for one of his so-called buddies to come forward and turned 
Tony in.
	Jim informed the police of Tony's whereabouts and later 
that day was picked up. At first Tony didn't want to talk 
about anything until he spoke with his lawyer. My Dad 
pleaded with the police to at least have a chance to speak 
with Tony. In the end they gave Dad that chance since they 
knew nothing else was going to work. My Dad, Jim, and the 
police sergeant in charge of the questioning, went into the 
room they were holding Tony. Tony and my Dad looked at each 
other face to face and finally, my Dad spoke.
	"It is my understanding that you have a warrant out for 
your arrest, is that true?" asked my dad. Tony nodded. 
	"Tell me, do you think you will be able to win your 
case?" continued my dad. Tony didn't say anything. 
	"I tell you what, besides dropping my charges against 
you for kidnapping, I will pay your bail and get you the 
best attorney money can buy to defend you against your 
pending charges," Said my dad. 
	Tony looked at my dad and finally spoke. "You throw in 
shampooing my inside of my car and you got yourself a deal," 
Said Tony. My dad looked confused and asked why such a 
strange request.
	"Because your son is a fucking idiot who can't control 
himself and peed all over my back seat of my car," Tony 
said. My dad agreed, and Tony gave them the address of my 
Grandma's apartment. With finally knowing where I was at, 
Jim and my dad were on the way.

Chapter 8 "My Training" 

	It turned out the new rules were that I was to not 
leave the apartment grounds and I would immediately inform 
my Grandma if I had an accident. If I were to have an 
accident I would be put into a diaper and forced to wear it 
the rest of the day. At night I was to wear a cloth diaper 
and rubber pants, which was the same thing I wore during the 
daytime if I had an accident and that, and a T-shirt was all 
that I would wear. I knew right from the beginning I was 
going to hate the new rules. On top of that I had to come to 
the toilet every hour and sit on it until I did something.
	My Grandma claimed she would have me trained, no matter 
what. With the system she had in place, I did really good at 
not having accidents until about a week after the new rules 
started. She had decided that we needed groceries and made 
me go with her. While in the store I realized I needed to 
poop really bad and that I already had started and couldn't 
stop it. I knew right away what this meant for me and 
decided to try and hide the fact of what I had done. On the 
way home, though, the hot car made my smelly pants reek even 
more and it didn't take long for Grandma to notice. Boy was 
she mad. I pleaded with her not to diaper me, that I 
couldn't help it, but like usual it didn't work.
	So for the rest of the day I spent it in a diaper. 
Actually I noticed that even though I hated the shame that 
came with my diapers I was starting to like the feel of 
being wrapped in one. I guess in a way it gave me part of my 
babyhood that I missed back. My Grandma told me while the 
diaper was on me that I was to use it for the purpose it was 
intended for. She also informed me that since it was so late 
in the afternoon that I would remain in this diaper for the 
rest of day and would be changed before bedtime.
	Another thing I realized that I liked about my diapers 
is the fact that I no longer wake up in a cold wet spot 
every morning but instead wake up warm and dry except for my 
diaper. I also was amazed at how much pee it could hold. I 
knew that at night I peed a lot but never did it leak.
	As far as this diaper was concerned, though, it didn't 
take long for me to use it. It was the first time I had ever 
peed in a diaper while awake. At that time I couldn't 
explain the way it made me feel except that it gave me this 
weird sensation that felt wonderful. Later, in my mid-
teenage years I would learn more about this feeling.
	It didn't take long until the next time came for me to 
wear a diaper during the day. I was out playing on the 
playground in back of the apartment building when I noticed 
a kid, maybe two or three years younger then me. What I 
noticed about him was the fact that he had a big wet spot on 
his crotch. The kid, who I later learned was Tommy, had 
noticed me staring at his pants. He looked down at himself 
and then looked back at me and said "You're wet, too." I 
looked down at myself, and sure enough, there was a big wet 
spot on my crotch. In embarrassment, I tried to cover it, 
but it was too big to cover. Besides, the kid had already 
seen it.
	"You don't have to worry, I wont make fun of you. As 
you can see, I have wet myself, too. By the way, my name is 
Tommy, and you must be Davy," said Tommy.
	"How did you know who I was?" I asked. Tommy said the 
obvious "You're the only new kid around," And so it was. I 
later learned later that afternoon that Tommy was actually 
ten going on eleven, and was only about eight months younger 
than me. I also found out that Tommy was not only a 
pantswetter, but also a bedwetter. Even though his 
bedwetting was uncontrollable, he states that his so-called 
daytime accidents are mostly done on purpose. He told me 
that he doesn't like having to waste all that time going up 
the stairs a going to the bathroom so he just rather pee his 
pants then stop what he is doing. He told me he rarely ever 
uses the toilet and his parents don't seem to care about it, 
so it was no problem. I ended up playing with Tommy until 
lunch time.
	When I came in for lunch my pants had already dried, 
but today, Grandma decided to make sure by pulling a 
surprise underwear test, which of course were still damp and 
freshly stained with yellow pee. She could also smell it. So 
again I was in a diaper. Because of the diaper I voted to 
stay inside for the rest off the day. Later that afternoon 
Tommy came over and asked if I could play. I told my Grandma 
that I didn't want him to see me that way, but Grandma 
didn't care like usual. She made me go outside in just a 
diaper and long shirt that barely covered the diaper. Boy, 
was I embarrassed. I just looked for a good tucked-away spot 
out of everyone's view. Tommy followed me and we talked. 
That was when Tommy told me all about his life and how he 
wished his dad would give him enough attention to at least 
diaper him. We talked until my Mom got home, which was when 
I introduced Tommy to her. We all talked until Mom had to go 
to bed after that Tommy decided he needed to go home and 
promised that we would get together tomorrow.
	After Tommy left I just went to my room and stared out 
the window, about a half hour later a big fancy car pulled 
up to the apartment complex. I knew right away something was 
about to happen, because cars like that just didn't pull up 
to places like this unless for a reason. The first man to 
get out of the car was of course, a stranger to me, but I 
recognized the second man to exit the instantly. It was the 
man who promised to take me to my Father!!!