This is the continued story of Simon’s Journal.
Before you begin this third volume in this series,

I would highly recommend that you read the first and second volumes

as each picks up were the previous left off.

 

Simon’s Journal - Volume I 
Thirteen Days – The First Crusade

 

Simon’s Journal - Volume II

Thirteen Nights – After the Crusade

 

ADMONITION:

The following narrative is nearly a complete work of fiction. Some events and characters were pulled from real life but have been changed, enhanced and twisted to comply with my will. Any other similarity to actual individuals living or dead is completely unintentional, but it would be incredible!


WARNING:

The following story contains diaper use, violence, adult language and strong sexual content. If reading a coming of age story about boys wearing diapers and exploring their awakening sexuality doesn’t tickle your pickle, or if pickle tickling is illegal in your area, then I suggest you select something else to read.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Simon's Journal

Volume III

 

Thirteen Sails
Adventures Abound

 

Written by Danny

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter - 21

And so life goes

 

Before long everyone was tired however unlike before when we’d all come down together each of us seemed to sort of stagger away until there was only Micky, Lowell and myself left. The three of us continued to talk until well into the early morning hours. Our conversions jumped from the serious to the humorous back to serious and so on. However, eventually even the three of us knew that we had best get to bed; morning would be coming before we knew it. And so went each night for a while; though most nights we didn’t dare stay up so late.

The days were a different story. Though several boys, who’s names I didn’t know, were sent off to the plastic factory each day none of my bunkmates were sent out of the Banachelli again; at least not while the Wriggles were in charge.

 

Something just popped into my head, a question someone asked me and I think I am finally ready to answer it. When I had been back home for a while my head-shrink doctor asked me, “Why didn’t you try to escape again?”

At the time I didn’t have an answer for her; well I had one but I wasn’t willing to share it with her. The answer in its simplest form can be offered with a single word, FEAR! I don’t mean fear like being scared of the Wriggles or Madam-M; but don’t get me wrong, I was plenty scared of them however my biggest fear—the fear that kept me on the boat for so long was a fear planted in my head by none other than Lowell. One afternoon as the two of us were washing dirty—smelly—poop encrusted diapers, actually he was washing and I was hanging them to dry, he popped out a simple question. “Do you think you’ll get in trouble with the police when you get home for what happened with Harpo?”

I didn’t answer him then but unbeknown to him, he had planted a seed of fear in my mind and it grew into an uncontrollable weed of doubt and fear with roots growing down and getting tangled around my heart. A while back I wrote about how Fyre was hiding out from his past on the Banachelli; well he’s not the only one, ‘cause I was too.

I had plenty of chances to leave, to get away, to escape but every time I thought about it panic would envelop me. Heck, there was one time after the Wriggles were dead and Madam-M was in charge; she had sent me along with Runt and one of the other boys to meet a truck that was bringing more supplies to the Banachelli. I had been left alone in the van with it running for nearly ten minutes. And yes, the thought crossed my mind to put into action the driving skills Bull had taught. I had my right hand on the gear shift knob, my left clutching the steering wheel and kept repeating over and over, “Do it! Do it! Just do it!” But I couldn’t do it.

 

As I was saying before... the days and nights passed; before long Lowell and I had fallen into the Banachelli routine. I’d even managed to learn how to stay out of the Wriggles crosshairs—mostly. At least I didn’t have to go back to that loathsome pit again but a few times I got kicked, slapped and knocked around. I might add that only happened when Sister Sarafina wasn’t around which was usually at meal times.

Having Sister Sarafina come to the Banachelli was by far the best thing that could have happened to us boys. Aside from Lowell and Vera, Sister Sarafina was the only other one I knew without hesitation that I could trust.

If I remember right, it was two days after Lowell and I had returned to the Banachelli when I really saw her for the first time. We were heading to dinner when from behind we both heard, “You’re not going to go eat looking like that are you?”

Since Lowell and I had thought we were alone in the hallway we were understandably shocked to hear someone else’s voice. At first I hadn’t connected the accent; I had to wait until my heart started pumping blood to my brain again before that would happen. Lowell and I jumped, spun around and gasped in unison. When I realized that Lowell and I were holding each others hand like a couple of frightened school girls I blushed and jerked my hand away.

What we saw, and she would box my ears if she heard me say this, was an approximately five foot tall penguin. That dork Lowell was so stupid, or maybe it because he was raised with a preacher for a dad, anyway he actually opened his stupid-stupid mouth and said it. “Hey, it’s one of those holy penguins.”

In Lowell’s defense, he did apologize almost immediately. But to this day, whenever I see a nun I can’t help but giggle and remember how Lowell sounded when he tried to apologize to Sister Sarafina for that crack.

I don’t think at the time that either of us actually heard her question. We were so startled that even if he had heard her, it didn’t register. With Lowell and I standing there with dripping shirts and soggy diapers sagging down nearly to our knees from being worn and used all day she smile, folded her hands, sighed and repeated her question. “Surely the two of you weren’t planning on sitting down to eat looking like that were you?”

I didn’t get it and grunted, “Uhhh?”

The corner of her mouth twitched.

“Hey, you’re the one aren’t you?” I asked realizing who I was seeing for the first time.

Her smile disappeared as she answered, “I am what I am, no more, no less. Now,” she reached out and took hold our shoulders, “Lets get you tidied up first shall we?”

“But if we’re late we’ll be in trouble!” Lowell said.

She didn’t reply but instead lead us right back to where we’d just come from where she changed our diapers and made us wash our faces, ears and necks. She was just finishing my diaper when she paused to ask, “I haven’t seen the other boy that came here with you?”

“What other boy?” I asked puzzled who she might be referring too.

I’ve come to learn that Sister Sarafina doesn’t answer a lot of questions put to her. She gave me a look as though she were trying to decide something about me. Even when I asked her again she didn’t explain who she had meant. It wasn’t until I learned that my brother was on board that he had been the one she was meaning.

As I got to my feet she did say this, “Soon things will be changing around here. Mark my words!”

She ushered us back out and was taking us to where we knew everyone was already eating. Lowell finally asked, “What’s your name?”

She stopped, took a firm hold of Lowell’s chin and asked, “You mean beside Holy Penguin?”

Lowell turned so red!

“My name is Sister Sarafina and don’t you go forgetting it you hear me child?” I would have thought she was angry had she not been ginning as she said it.

When Lowell tried to tell her his name she squeezed his chin tighter, “I know who you both are Lowell Marvin Vandoan and Simon David Leonard.” When she said my name she looked right at me.

Lowell swatted her hand away from his chin. He looked upset, “Don’t call me that!” he said and at first I thought he was upset that she had used our real names but then I understood. He looked at me as if I had just slugged him and pointed his finger at me, “You ever tell anyone and I will never talk to you again!”

“Why you yelling at me? She’s the one that called you Marvin!” I said making sure I put extra oomph into his middle name. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head; boy he wasn’t happy at all. Of course you know I took every opportunity I could to tease him about it.

When we arrived everyone was already eating just as I expected. This was the only time I ever saw her in this room while we were eating as she never, not even once, ate with us. Heck, I never saw her eat anything ever. Normally being so late would have meant we would have got nothing to eat but Sister Sarafina directed us to our seats at the table while she walked over without saying a word, filled two bowls and then brought them to us. She also brought us each a drink, a lump of bread and stood in the room until we’d ate everything. That way the Wriggles couldn’t take it away from us before we could finish.

From across the table I whispered a single word to Lowell, “Marvin” and snickered behind my hand. He didn’t let his face give away his dislike but he got his message through loud and clear when he kicked my shin so hard I nearly choked on a mouthful of bread. It hurt so bad that my eyes were watering and I had to stuff my bread into my mouth to keep from crying out.

 

Chapter 22

 

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