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!!!