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.