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
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
Where
we will, we’ll roam
Friday was finally here and God help me every
stinking tick of the minute hands on the school clocks seemed to stretch on
forever. When lunch finally arrived, only one of my friends was anywhere around
and that was Wambleeska.
“Where’s everyone else?” I asked him, as I
sat my tray down in front of his.
With a mouth full of potato chips he said,
“No idea.”
“What? I thought it was your day to watch
them.” I joked.
Wambleeska washed his chips down with a swig
of milk before replying, “No, that was yesterday. I believe, today you were
supposed to watch them. But, apparently you dropped the ball.”
He smiled amusingly.
Having the lunch period to ourselves, I mean
not having BJ, Mary or Jasper sitting with us, meant that Wambleeska and I were
able to talk. I’m not sure how we got on the subject, or why I allowed the
conversation to drift in the direction it had, but before too long I was
telling Wambleeska about some of the brighter moments aboard the Banachelli.
There is something about Wambleeska, that makes me feel completely comfortable
around him. More then once during the pervious days I’d caught myself nearly
telling him about our plans to return to the ship.
Earlier that same day, I had run into Wambleeska
in the nurse’s office again. He had sprung a leak and had t, not only change
his DryNite but also his pants, socks and shoes. I think, I had said something
to him about getting a defective DryNite or something, but I’m not sure now.
Anyway, he’d been feeling pretty low and not just because of the accident.
Apparently, his aunt was giving him a really hard time at home. He confessed to
me that, aside from school, he hates living in
I hadn’t realized it at the time, but Wambleeska’s
words had planted a thought in my brain, that my subconscious continued to mull
over, right up to the point where the two of us were sitting at the lunch table
eating and talking.
“You ever wish you could leave here and go
back?” he asked me.
“Back where?” I said, while trying to fain
ignorance.
He sat his milk carton down a little too hard,
causing a few drops to splash out. “Back to that boat, I mean ship.” He said.
“Oh, well,” I said, trying to stall while I
thought up what I was going to say to him.
“If I was you, and I had the chance to go
back...” He started to say, but then he stopped, stuffed another chip in his
mouth and chomped it like he was trying to kill it.
“What?” I said, trying to get him to finish
his thought.
“Well,” he rubbed his mouth on his sleeve, “I
just was going to say that I’d go back, if I was you.”
“Why? Wouldn’t you miss your aunt and
parents?” I asked.
I couldn’t help but to notice that a gray
cloud had formed above Wambleeska’s head. He really seemed to be bummed out.
He looked up into my eyes. I don’t think he’d
ever looked at me like that before.
“Promise you won’t tell anyone this?” he
asked.
I crossed my heart with my finger and said,
“I promise.”
“I think, my mom and dad were glad to get
pass me off on my aunt. And I don’t think she wants me around anymore then they
did.”
He had stopped eating and was looking
forlornly at his half eaten meatloaf sandwich.
Inside my own head, I was wrestling with a
question. The question was, “Do I tell him about our plan to go back to the
ship and invite him to go with us?”
When neither of us said anything, he finally
looked up at me again, “Do you think I am a bad person for saying that?”
“No!” I said almost too quickly.
I sighed heavily before saying, what I said
next. “The answer is Yes! If I have the chance to go back, I would and for a
lot of different reasons.”
His eyes were locked on me and even if the
entire school blew up around , I don’t think he would have looked away.
“Let’s just say for a second here, that I was
going to go back.” I could tell by the look in his eyes, that he was getting
worked up, so I quickly added, “Now, I’m only imagining this, but lets just say,
that I was and that I were to invite you to come with me. Would you come?”
I don’t think I even had the question out of
my mouth before he answered with a loud, “YES!”
Many of the kids sitting around us stopped
talking and looked at the two of us. I think we both blushed.
“Are you done eating?” he asked me.
“Yeah, more or less.” I answered.
He started to stand up, “Let’s go somewhere
else to talk, ok?”
I picked up my tray as I said, “Yeah, good
idea.”
After disposing of our trays, we went into
the gymnasium, where we climbed to the top of the bleachers to talk alone.
When I sat down, I felt the diaper I was
wearing squish beneath me and I groaned.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said, “just need to go see the
nurse before next period is all.”
The two of us watched the other kids down
below playing basketball, talking and just standing around for the remainder of
the lunch period.
“Listen, I know we’ve only been friends for a
few days, but to me it feels like we’ve been friends all our lives.” Wambleeska
said to me without looking at me.
“Really?” I said, “Me too.”
“And I know you said that you were only
imagining it. But, if it was real, I mean, if you were really, really, really
going to leave here again, then I would really, really, really like to go with
you.”
I was playing with the zipper on my jacket
and thought about that for several minutes before I said, “You know, not
everything was as good as I said. There was some bad stuff that happened too.”
He drew an imaginary line on his face were my
own scar was as he asked me, “Like when you got that scar?”
I tried to hide the fact that my eyes were
tearing up. “Yeah, that and more.”
“And your back?” he asked and I was honestly
taken aback by that comment, because I had not told him about my back.
He looked up at me shyly. “I saw some of it
the first day we met, when you were getting changed, but I didn’t think I
should say anything about it.”
He locked his fingers together and squeezed
them tightly as he said, “And don’t be mad, but I asked your friend BJ about
it.”
I wasn’t mad. Actually, I wasn’t feeling much
of anything right then.
“What did he say?” I asked him.
“He told me that I shouldn’t say anything
about it to anyone; especially you.” Wambleeska said and I could tell by the
quiver in his voice that he was scared, that he might have strayed into
dangerous grounds with me.
He sighed audibly when I said, “It’s no
biggy. I don’t mind you knowing, but don’t spread it around, ok?”
“No way! I’d never!” He said resolutely.
A couple more minutes passed without either
of us saying anything, but then I asked him, “Can I trust you?”
“What do you mean?” He asked back.
“I mean can I trust you?” I said with strong
emphasis on each word. “If I tell you something super mega top secret, can I
trust you not to tell a single person?”
“Of course you can.” He said.
I turned my body toward him, “No, I mean it!
You can’t even tell your best friend about it.”
He looked me in the eyes as he said, “I don’t
betray my friends.”
“Ok then.” I said and I took a deep breath
before I asked him ‘THE’ question.
“I’m about to tell you something.” I started
to say, but the first bell rang, telling us that we had 5 minutes to get to our
next class, but neither of us moved.
“I don’t want you to say anything at first.
Just hear me out, think about it and tell me your answer after school today.
OK?” I said.
Wambleeska nodded.
“I am going back and it’s happening tonight.”
I said.
His eyes exploded with excitement, but he
didn’t make a sound.
“If you are serious, if you really want to go
with me, then I’d love to have you join my crew.” I said and then paused before
adding, “Just think about it. I mean, really think about it.”
Wambleeska nodded again.
“OK, now let’s get to class.” I said while
standing up.
“Don’t you have to go to the nurse’s office
first?” He asked me.
“Oh yeah.” I said.
However, Wambleeska didn’t stand up.
“You coming?” I asked.
“Uh, you go ahead. I just need to sit here
another second or two.” He said, so I left him sitting on the bleachers.
I didn’t see him in Home Ec. Class either,
but as soon as I reached my locker at the end of the day, he appeared.
“Where you been?” I asked him.
“Nurses office,” He said with an odd
expression.
Right then BJ jumped in between us, “Hiyo
guys!” he put his arms around each of us and said, “So, how are my two favorite
dorks doing this fine, fine Friday?”
Wambleeska looked irritated by the intrusion,
but BJ didn’t seem to notice or if he had, he didn’t seem to care.
“What are you so happy about?” I asked.
“Because a certain someone has just asked a
certain Wendy Sprite to go steady with him.” BJ said with a grin so wide, I
could have counted every tooth in his glowing head.
“I take it that she said yes?” I asked.
“More than that!” He said rocking up onto his
tiptoes.
That is when I noticed the hint of lip-gloss
on his lips.
“BJ Otteranski! Did a girl actually kiss
you?” I teased.
BJ wiggled his eyebrows and, if it was
possible, I think he even smiled wider.
Wambleeska shoved BJ’s arm off his shoulders
and poked BJ in the chest, “And who you calling a dork anyhow?”
I really thought Wambleeska was upset, but he
was just pulling BJ’s leg.
“What?” BJ said shrugging and backing down.
Wambleeska poked him in the chest again, “In
the future, if you wish to address me, please do so properly! It is King Dork!”
The look on BJ’s face was so hilarious, when
it finally dawned on him, that Wambleeska had been messing with him.
“Dang man! You really had me going there!” BJ
said, slapping his heart to make it start beating again.
Wambleeska smiled proudly.
BJ started opening his locker while I asked,
“So, how did you manage to land the second more beautiful girl in this school?”
“Are you kidding me?” he said.
“Well, it sure wasn’t because of your good
looks!” I said and then ducked as BJ swung a blind backhand my way. He missed
me by a mile, but he clocked some other guy.
“Hey, watch it!” the kid said and the instant
that I heard his voice I knew who he was.
“FRANK!” I shouted, “It’s me, Simon!”
Frank Smite was on the Varsity Squad Track Team
with me last year and though I didn’t get to know him too well, he seemed like
a really cool guy.
“Simon? Jeezeow, I didn’t recognize you!” he
said.
I then said, “Man, you’re one to talk! I
hardly recognized you too.”
Frank must have grown six inches since I saw
him last and he was even sporting the traces of a mustache.
“Hey, you’re going to try out again this year,
right?” he asked me and I knew he meant the track team.
“Uh, I’ve not decided yet.” I said, trying to
skirt the situation.
“Oh Simon! Man you have to!” Frank said,
giving me a shove.
Thankfully, the flood of students wanting to
get to their lockers forced Frank away. As he moved down the row of lockers, he
called back, “Monday! I’m going to drag you to tryouts myself!”
I smiled and waved him off.
When I turned back around, BJ was gone, but Wambleeska
was still there and boy was he beaming. He was so filled up with excitement
that, if I had poked him with a pin, he would have popped like a balloon.
“I’m gathering from your expression, that the
answer is yes?” I said with half a smile.
With wide eyes he nodded vigorously.
I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled
out a folded up piece of notebook paper, which I had prepared earlier. On the
paper were instructions on where to meet me and when.
Under the roar of other students I instructed
him thus, “Read this when you are home and alone. Don’t let anyone else see it
and destroy it after you’ve read it. Got it?”
He nodded again, “Got it.”
As I was walking out of the school, someone
snuck up behind me and covered my eyes.
“Guess who?” I heard Mary say.
“Um,
She uncovered my eyes, slipped around in
front of me and kissed me, like she had never kissed me before. I think, my
toes even curled up inside my shoes; that’s how good of a kiss it was.
“Wow!” I exclaimed and then I stammered,
“W-w-what was that for?”
She smiled coyly, “Do I have to have a
reason?”
I smiled back as she took hold of my hand.
“So, do you have plans this weekend?” she
asked.
I honestly didn’t want to lie to Mary, so I
told her the truth, “I am going to sleep over at
Mary’s ears perked up, just the way a rabbits
does.
“Sooooo,” she really drew out that ‘so’ as
she pulled me close and whispered into my ear, “are you going to need a
babysitter again?”
I felt the heat radiating from my face at the
thought of her coming over and changing my diaper again.
“Oh my gosh, I made you blush!” she cooed and
pinched both of my cheeks.
“Actually, I don’t think his folks are going
out.” I said and for the first time I noticed, that my heart was beating like a
set of drums at a rock concert.
Mary puckered out her bottom lip. “Awe
shucks!” she said.
“Next time we’ll have to plan better.” I said
and I felt my face go hot again.
She kissed me again and said, “Well, don’t
you boys get into too much trouble or else!”
I was one with the wind, as I ran all the way
home and frankly, it felt great to run like that again. I don’t think I was home
ten minutes before the phone rang. I was walking back into the kitchen after
having changed out of my school clothes, so I was the one to answer the phone.
“Hello?” I said.
My eardrum was blasted with
“Oh, hi
“Oh, hi
“Well yeah, sure I am. I mean, it’s Friday
and that means it’s the weekend! I can finally kick back, relax, watch some TV
and maybe even play some video games.” I said teasingly.
Sounding annoyed,
“Yep, and proud of it!” I retorted.
“So, are we still on for the sleepover
tonight?”
“Well, actually I’ve changed my mind again.”
I said.
“WHAT?!?!”
“Dang it
“So you’re only kidding, right?”
“Yes, I am kidding!” I laughed.
“Oh good, ‘cause I really don’t want to have
to kill you.”
“So, we are still on?” He asked again.
“Yeah, as far as I know.” I said, “Hang on,
will ya?”
For half a second I thought about shouting to
mom with the receiver up to my mouth, but I decided to be nice. I put the phone
down by my stomach before I shouted.
“MOOOOOM!” my voice reverberated throughout
the house.
“Yes dear?” she called back.
“Can I please go sleep over at
“I didn’t even know you were home!” She said.
“Oh sorry, yeah I am home. So can I go sleep
over at
“Simon, I don’t know.” She said and then
hesitated long enough for panic to grip my heart. She then added, “Why don’t
you stay home this weekend?”
“Mooooooooooom!” I whined most excellently,
if I do say so myself. “Pleeeeeease! Jamie’s already going!”
It wasn’t a lie, not entirely. The plan was
for Jamie to come over, but I hadn’t talked to him yet to make sure, he had
permission.
“Oh alright, but only for one night and don’t
call here tomorrow, begging to stay another night either!” she said.
I put the phone back to my ear, “She said
yes.” I said.
“Oh ok, cool! So, I’ll see if I can get my
mom to bring me over.” I said.
“You don’t have to. Jamie and his mom are
stopping there first to pick you up.”
“Dang,
“Nah, I’m better then that.” He giggled.
“Well, then I guess, I will see you, when I
see you.” I said.
“Don’t forget to bring all of your stuff.”
“Yes mother dearest!” I joked.
I barely had time to get my stuff together
before the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it!” I shouted, but when I ran down
the hallway to the living room, I found that dad was already opening the door.
“Dad, you’re home!” I said with surprise.
When he saw that it was Jamie, dad exclaimed,
“Oh goody! I get both of my boys for the weekend!”
However, I had to burst his bubble, “No, we
are going over to
“Oh you are, are you?” dad said.
Jamie stepped in, “Yeah and you can’t say no
‘cause we already got her,” mom had come into the room and Jamie had pointed to
her, “permission and she out ranks you.” And for added effect, Jamie gave dad’s
tie a flip.
He then poked dad in the gut with his finger.
“How do you like them apples?” he said and tried to jump toward me to get out
of dad’s reach, but being the loving brother that I am... I pushed him back.
“SIMON, YOU TRAITOR!!!!” Jamie screeched as
Dad scooped him up and began tickling the life out of him.
“Ok Jamie, you keep dad busy while I make a
break for it.” I laughed and ran back to my room.
“Simon, no running in the house please!” Mom
called after me, but it was too late, I was already in my room.
Even from my room I could hear the screams
and pleading coming from Jamie. He tried every magic escape word; “Please!”,
“Uncle!”, “Mercy!”, “You’re hurting me!” but none seemed to work.
As I was coming back out with my stuff, mom
was saying to dad, “Honey, you are going to make the boy wet himself.”
Jamie crowed, “Tooooo laaaaaaate!”
“Well, you better not make him poop too!” I
said.
“Too late for that too!” Jamie laughed.
“Oh honey, let him up so I can change him,
before he goes over to his little friend’s.” Mom said.
“Little friend?” I laughed.
While mom took Jamie’s hand and walked him
back to my room to have his diaper changed, dad helped me carry my stuff out to
the car.
“How long are you planning on sleeping over
at
Mom is a diapering pro, so Jamie was coming
back out within a minute. I tried not to be too emotional, but I couldn’t help
but feel, like I was never going to see my mom and dad again.
I hugged them both and I guess I was over
doing it, because Jamie finally grabbed my arm and dragged me into the back
seat of the car.
When we got to
The three of us ended up blowing through most
of the evening by watching a movie in
None of us spoke a word about our plans all
evening. The subject was completely absent from anything we did, until after
We had managed to talk
None of us slept, and we didn’t make a sound,
which in hindsight probably wasn’t a good idea. Three boys in the basement and
they aren’t making noise? Yeah, that should have been a clear indicator that we
were up to something.
The second the clock struck midnight, Jamie
whispered, “You guys ready to go?”
“I thought midnight would never come!”
“OK Lowell, go make sure your mom and dad are
out cold.” I said, “And Jamie, go look out of the windows to see if you can see
anyone watching the house.”
“What are you going to do?” Jamie asked.
“I need to change out of this diaper. I am
soaked.” I said with half a smile. “That milkshake went right through me.”
The three of us met up in the front fore of
“Yep, my dad is snoring like a bear.”
“OK here, you two need to change into these.”
I said, handing them each a GoodNite.
“Why?” Jamie objected.
“Because you can’t run as well in those thick
diapers.” I said.
“Who said anything about running?”
“Well, what if Tom or someone else sees us
and comes after us?” I said.
“That ain’t going to happen!” Jamie said.
“Guys, come on, just do it.” I argued.
“No I like my diaper and besides, it isn’t
wet and it is the last one my mom will put on me for a long time.”
“Fine have it your way then!” I said,
stuffing the two GoodNites back into my backpack.
“OK, let’s go.” I said.
Jamie quickly jumped in with, “Wait!”
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t have my shoes.” Jamie said, tearing
off, down the basement steps.
“Can you make anymore noise?”
As soon as Jamie had his shoes on, we clicked
off the front porch light and waited a minute to be sure all was still clear.
We then opened the door and with me leading the way, we began our journey back
to the Banachelli.
Once we were about two blocks from
I couldn’t help but think about, how things
would be the next morning for those that were supposed to be watching
It felt, like it was taking us longer to get
to the
When I actually voiced that thought, Jamie
said, “Actually, we’re making better time then before, ‘cause we’re not
stopping at the old mans house, or going through that soccer field.”
“How long do you think till we get there?”
Then, all at the same time, we spotted the
secret marker that told us we were close. Wrapped around a tree was a piece of
clear cellophane tape. During the day, no one would see it, but during the
night, when a flashlight shined on it, it would glimmer like a mirror.
The three of us broke into a heavy trot,
spurred on by adrenaline at the excitement of being back aboard the Banachelli.
“Stop, stop a minute!” Jamie said.
“Why?” I asked, as
“I heard something.” Jamie said, shining his
flashlight in the direction we had just come from.
“Wambleeska, that you?” I called out in a
loud whisper.
“Simon?” Wambleeska called back sounding
scared and anxious in the dark.
“Who’s Wambl-whatever?”
“Never mind. I’ll tell you later. He’s coming
with us.” I said.
“Over here!” I called back to Wambleeska.
When my flashlight found his face, he looked
like he had been crying.
“I didn’t think you were coming.” He said.
“Well, we’re here now.” I said, “And we need
to get going.”
But just then, all four of us heard something
from the direction that Wambleeska had just come. Honestly, I didn’t expect to
see anything. It was so dang dark that I figured we were just feeling spooked. However,
what the beam of Jamie’s flashlight fell on made all of the blood in our bodies
wash right out of us, along with our pee and poop. Good thing all four of us
were properly attired for just such an emergency.
Standing less then ten yards from us was none
other than Madam-M.
“RUUUUN!” I screamed.
All four of us took off running in the
direction of the ship. We knew that the tape was supposed to be exactly one
hundred yards east of the ship and we must have already covered half that
distance before we realized, that we were being followed, not by the FBI or
Thomas Segal, but by Madam-M. How she had survived I will never know and there
was no way I was about to stop to ask her.
I was running so hard and so fast, that I lost
track of Jamie and Lowell for only a second, but it only took a second. Thankfully,
Wambleeska was holding onto my arm with a python like grip. I looked over my
shoulder and shined my flashlight behind me. I could see them both running kind
of funny and then it hit me why.
“I TOLD YOU TO PUT ON THE GOODNITES!” I
screamed at them.
While I was looking behind me, I wasn’t
looking ahead of me, so I didn’t see the tree or wall or whatever it was, that
I ran into. I crashed to the ground so hard, that my brains were scrambled for
a moment and I lost my flashlight and Wambleeska. A second later, I heard
someone splashing into the water and hoped it was Wambleeska. Then, to my
horror, someone leaned down, picked up my flashlight and shined it on himself.
I had to blink several times, because I
couldn’t believe what I was seeing... or rather, who I was seeing. It wasn’t
until he spoke, that I think, that I honestly started to believe, that it could
possible be Runt.
“But how?” I cried, “You are dead! I shot
you! YOU ARE DEAD!”
Somewhere in the dark, I heard
“
From somewhere in the dark I heard Tomas
Segal call my name, “SIMON!”
I then heard Jamie scream out in pain.
“Jamie?” I called out again.
There was suddenly a brilliant flash of
light, so bright that it blinded me. The world had exploded with light and
noise.
With my eyes closed tightly, I flipped over
onto all fours and continued to scamper as fast as I could, away from the last known
direction I knew, Runt had been coming from. And then, the ground beneath me
disappeared and I found myself tumbling head over heals down a steep
embankment. I stopped tumbling and rolling only when I splashed into the waters
of the
Finally, I tried to open my eyes and beheld
the wooden hull of the Banachelli.
“There’s Simon! Quick someone help him into
the ship!” I heard someone say and when I looked around, I saw that it was
Fier.
“Fier, Jamie and Lowell need help!” I anxiously
said.
“Quiet boy or you’ll give us all away to the
police out there!” Fier said, clapping his hand over my mouth.
I saw two other boys from the ship helping Wambleeska
into the ship, while three other boys forcefully dragged me against my will
into the ship.
What happened to Jamie and Lowell? Well, once
we had reached the Ohio River, I left the ship, in opposition to Fier and the
Sister’s advice, accompanied by Micky, Peter and
Jamie and Lowell were both caught and
returned to their families.
Oh, and this part kind of gave me the chills
to read. According to the article in the paper, the authorities were dragging
the river to try to find my body.
Oddly, there was no mention of Wambleeska’s
disappearance in the paper. Fier said, that he believes, it is because Wambleeska’s
aunt probably hasn’t reported him missing yet.
Now, I had done one thing before leaving that
I hadn’t told Lowell or Jamie about. I’m not sure why I didn’t confide in them,
but there you have it. Anyway, I had wrote letters on my computer to Dad, Mom,
Marsha, my real mom and dad, Mr. Freeman, Mr. Peterson, BJ, BJ’s parents and
finally one addressed to Thomas Segal. Once I had them printed out, I put them
into the one place I knew no one was likely to find them; the same place I had
hid that stolen money for so long.
Knowing that, I couldn’t just leave everyone
thinking I was dead, even though I knew that Lowell, Jamie and Tom probably
know I had made it to the ship. So, I made a phone call to none other then the
FBI. You know, it is surprisingly easy to call the FBI. I just dialed the
operator and asked to speak to someone at the FBI.
I was able to leave a simple message for
Thomas Segal, that I knew only he would understand, or at the very least be
able to follow up on. In that message I said, “Tom, ask
So now, I am going to save this Journal entry
and head up on deck. It’s a great night for sailing and with any luck, we’ll be
sailing out into the
~ The End ~
** I hope you have enjoyed this series. I
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