Simon’s Journal
Volume IV
Thirteen
Summer Days
A New Beginning
Written by Danny
Chapter – 4
Monday
There in
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Sleeping Beauty he wasn’t, ‘cause that kiss
didn’t wake him. Or maybe I am not his dashingly Prince? Well, at any rate, he
didn’t wake up; he didn’t even move. I rested my head back on his arm and with
my right hand I stroked his hair, his neck, his shoulder, his blade, down his
back bone to the band of his plastic pants and would have kept going, but I
felt something odd. It was cold and hard like metal. It had scrapped my forearm
near my wrist. My fingers found and fondled the foreign object, but were unable
to figure out what it might be. Eventually curiosity got the better of me and I
rose up on one elbow to see what it could possibly be.
“A lock?” I mumbled, forgetting to whisper.
“Huh?”
So as not to risk waking him, I laid myself
back allowing him to roll right over until he was almost on top of me. His face
was resting on my left shoulder; his hot breath heating my neck, causing a
tingle to run all the way down my spine and out the ends of my toes. The front
of his diaper was slightly to the left of center over my diapered pelvis. Our
two plastic pants squeaked a little as they rubbed together.
With both of my hands now free I wrapped them
around him, traced the contours of his spine and I must have unintentionally
tickled him ‘cause he giggled in his sleep and ground his hips into me. Once
more I found the waistband of his plastic pants and the fingers of my right
hand soon located the cold metal item only now it felt loose; as though it hung
freely. I continued to explore using only my sense of touch, but to no
advantage because right at that moment his mother walked into the room.
I pretended to be asleep as she leaned over
the side rail, rolled
I should pause here to explain again that
Much
to my surprise she lowered the side rail, lifted the covers from our feet to
expose our diapers and began to change us both. I wish I was able to stay awake
this time; at least I might have been able to see what that lock thing was on
With
a soft kiss to my forehead she whispered, “Go back to sleep.”
Wow,
she hadn’t been fooled by my act. I have said it before and I will say it again!
Mom’s have some awesome super powers!
Without
opening my eyes again, I gave the bottle a few sucks and before I knew it I was
back in the land of dreams.
As
I began to dream I found myself standing shoulder to shoulder with several of
my
And
though I don’t remember taking my eyes off the door in front of me, I do recall
noticing that we were all completely without clothes save for gleaming white,
overly thick, clothe diapers. We were not wearing plastic or rubber pants,
which is just how we would have been on the ship back before Madam-M arrived.
Granted we were never so well padded, but we for sure never had any sort of
water proof pants to wear over our diapers.
I
don’t know which of us it was that stepped away from our ranks to try one of
the doors. Oddly, when he stepped away from us we all suddenly became
completely naked. Our diapers had somehow vanished, but in my dream no one
seemed to notice except for me.
We
all watched without breathing as his fingers encircled the knob and tried to
turn it.
“It’s
locked.” The boy said.
Suddenly
from every door horrible sounds could be heard like a horde of ghastly beasts
were working themselves into a frenzy. Panicked, we all broke ranks; everyone
trying their own door, but only mine opened. Inside it was black, but most
importantly, it was quiet and void of beasts.
“This
way!” I shouted and ran into the darkness.
The
moment we are all in the room the door slammed shut behind us and the entire
ceiling became illuminated, but when we look up there was no ceiling. It’s like
the opposite of a bottomless pit, it was a topless pit. The walls were lined
with empty bookshelves and without thinking we all started to climb with
panicked haste. I don’t know how, but somehow only Lowell and I had escaped and
we are in my room, my old bedroom I might add, lying side by side on my bed. We
were not concerned about the others or whether they got out or not. We were
just happy to be lying there naked and happy in each others arms.
After
that the dream ended another started, but I can only remember fragments of that
dream; rubber super-balls, orange and green chickens that were running on a
treadmill or something weird like that.
Not long after the sun came up Lowell and I were
laying together in his bed laughing back and forth about what the other had to
say. Reminiscing about this and that and having such a good time. Never ever
thinking there was danger outside his bedroom door; we never would have dreamt
that there was a wild bear scheming and watching for the best time to jump into
the room and attack us.
All at once in jumped
While the bear was busy trying to eat
“Simon Help!”
“Help yourself!” I shouted back.
And that is just what he did.
“Ouch! No biting!” I heard Reverend Vandoan
growl right before
We ran down the stairs, jumping steps and
dodging furniture trying to get away. Our only contemplation was to escape and we
finally made it when we reached the basement where we realized that the big
growling bear hadn’t followed us down.
“It’s ok!” I panted, “I think we lost him.”
“You know something Simon,”
“Close? You must be joking! That was just a
little bit of a caper.” I said.
“A caper? Who talks like that?”
“I dunno,” I shrugged, “guess I do.”
Still laughing
“I need changed too.” I commented as I looked
down and saw that my diaper was hanging so low that I was surprised it was
still staying on me.
“Yeah, I guess I do too.”
“Think we should go ask Pappa Bear for some
help?” I asked.
“Pappa Bear?”
“Well he is your Pappa and he is a big scary
bear.” I said.
“He ain’t my Pappa, he’s my daddy, but you
are right he is a big scary bear!”
Puffing out my chest I said, “That old bear
don’t scare me none.”
“I’m scared of that big old bear! He sure
looked hungry.”
“Yeah, I think I am hungry too.” I said.
“Know something?”
“What’s that?” I asked back.
“You look better today then you did
yesterday.” he observed.
“What? You saying I was ugly yesterday?” I
asked amusingly.
“Noooo!”
“I ain’t pink! Pink is for girls and sissies!”
I said.
“Pepto-Bismol is pink and that’s not just for
girls.”
Exasperated I balked, “Pepto-Bismol? That stuff
is nasty and besides it has nothing do with nothing!”
“Yeah huh! It is for when you are sickly and
yesterday you looked sickly.”
Shaking my head, “I did not!”
“Yeah huh! And now you are pink!” he giggled.
“I ain’t pink!”
“OK then how about rosy?” he offered with a
toothy grin.
I countered with, “How about red?”
“Yeah I guess so.” I said having lost
interest in the whole color subject.
“Oh ok then. You can be a savage, red, Indian
and I will be General Custard and I will hunt you down and kill you!”
“Um, the Indians are the ones that kills
Custard you bone head!” I said.
“They did?” he asked.
“Yep!”
“Gee-whiz then I want to be the Indians and
you can be um... What do you want to be?” he asked.
“We can both be Indians and we can go hunt
that big old bear and use his hide to make shoes and pants!” I suggested.
Then I seen something on the side of his
clear plastic pants and remembered it from earlier.
“What is that?” I asked and pointed to it.
Twisting and turning he tried to see what I
was pointing at, “What’s what?”
“That! What’s that?!” I said again.
“That what?” he asked; not understanding what
I was pointing at.
I moved closer, “Right there! What’s that
right there?”
“Oooh, that! That is just the lock.”
“I know it is a lock! I mean why's it on your
plastic pants?”
I went down on one knee to examine it
closely. Sure enough it was a small brass colored padlock which required an
equally small key to open it.
“Why do you have a lock there?” I asked
again.
“Where?” he teased.
“
He giggled, “Same reason you got one.”
“Huh?” I grunted and it was my turn to twist
around like a dog chasing its tail.
I did three full revolutions while still on
my knee before I found it. Indeed I too had a lock attached to my plastic pants.
However mine wasn’t on the side like
“Boy’s time to come up to eat and then get
your morning bathes!”
“Are you still going to eat us?”
“No I’m making something that will actually
taste good. Now come on.” he sent back down.
I looked at
I reached out right as he started to race up
the steps and caught him by the waistband of his plastic pants. With one firm
tug he flew backward and landed on his padded, butt. I didn’t even hesitate
before racing up the stairs.
“Hey that’s cheating!”
Before we reached the kitchen something
occurred to me from before. I stopped and turned to face
“Take it easy!” I chuckled, “I was only going
to ask you something.”
“Did you meet my probation officer?”
“Oh I didn’t care for him at all.” He said, “He’s
got no sense of humor!”
“Yeah tell me about it.” I agreed.
“You two can play later, come eat please.”
Still laughing
I had to laugh too as I said, “You’re a
goofball you know that?”
“Yeah well better a goofball than a goofcube.”
I shook my head in confusion and challenged
him with, “That didn’t make no sense!” which only served to make him laugh all
the more.
Breakfast consisted of Apple Jacks cereal
with little apple slices and a large glass of orange juice.
“Daddy?”
“Whaty?” he sang back from inside the pantry
cabinet.
In the same sing-songy sort of way
“She’s in her office. She has things to get
done this morning.” The Reverend said.
“Oh.”
“So what are you boys going to do today?” he
asked us as he joined us at the table.
“I-du-na.”
“If I can get my schedule freed up would you
boys like to go to the skate park later?” he asked us.
“YEAH!” Lowell and I shouted.
I had unintentionally sprayed the table with
milk when I had shouted.
With his hands he motioned for us to lower
our voices. He then looked at
“That would be so very cool!” I said.
“No it wouldn’t!”
“What? Don’t you want to go?” I asked.
“Oh!”
The Reverend and I laughed too.
“If you two are about finished how about a
bath?” the Reverend asked us.
“Can we just run through the sprinkler
instead?”
Remembering how aggressive
“Nooo!” I said, answering for the Reverend.
“You two made a mess of the lawn yesterday. I
think it is going to need a few days to recover.” The Reverend said, but it was
what he didn’t say that kind of surprised me.
He didn’t comment on the idea of the two of
us running around naked in the back yard. Instead his concern was for the
grass.
“Alright you two! Let’s get you upstairs and
hosed down!”
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
But as quickly as the expression had come it
dissolved away.
“Did you just poop?” I asked.
With pride he answered, “Yep!”
“Oh great, an extra present for me.” His
daddy chuckled.
The Reverend grabbed his son by the hair
again and used it as a leash.
“Wait Daddy!”
“Oh yeah!”
I was quite shocked when a small plastic cup
was handed to me containing my own medications. I looked up from the pills,
trying my best to figure out how they had arrived at
“No of course not.” He said and then addressing
me directly he said, “Your daddy was here yesterday evening while the two of
you were down stairs. He brought over your things and we had a short visit. Now
swallow those down so we can get some of the stink washed off you too.
I normally just take all the pills in one big
gulp, but when I seen
Boy was my belly full when I was done. Doing
it that way took two full glasses of juice to get all the pills down. When I
was down to just one pill I stopped ‘cause I didn’t recognize it. It was a big,
brownish-green, oval shaped pill.
I plucked it out of the plastic cup and
fingered it.
“That’s not one of my pills.” I objected.
“That one is so your doodies don’t smell bad.”
“Ooooh!” I exclaimed, “Your mom told me about
these.” I said as I recalled her telling me at church yesterday. “Do they taste
bad?”
“You don’t chew it up!” The Reverend said
sarcastically.
I popped it in and guzzled the remaining juice
in my glass.
“My belly, button feels like it is going to
explode.” I commented.
Taking our glasses from us the Reverend asked
his son politely, “Now can we go upstairs and get you two washed or is there
something else you’d like to do first?”
However, before he could come up with
anything the Reverend did this cool trick with his hands which made it look and
sound like he had just slapped
“Get moving wisecracker!” he said as he gave
I followed the two of them dutifully all the
way up to the bathroom, but stopped short of going in ‘cause
“Moveth thy soggyeth butteth, Dorketh!” I
joked as I brought my knee up into his backside to get him moving.
He giggled and jumped forward so that I could
join them inside.
While standing in the bathroom, watching as
Reverend Vandoan was unlocking
With a playful poke at my belly, button he
began by saying, “You’re Daddy warned me last night about how you have been
taking off your diapers in the middle of the night.”
He paused briefly ‘cause he was struggling
with
“Naughty pants?” I asked as though the words
were bitter against my tongue.
“I’ll let
Once I had joined
“So what’s up with the Naughty Pants?” I
asked.
He shrugged as though he didn’t want to tell
me.
I extended my left foot and didn’t actually
kick him in the nuts, but I did come close enough that his whole body had
reacted in anticipation of the pain that didn’t come.
“Simon, don’t!”
I tucked my chin and looked at him from under
my furrowed brow, “Like you kept trying to do to me all afternoon?”
He stuck his tongue out and said, “Yeah, but it
still hurts down there a little.”
“Good ‘cause I meant for it too.”
“Big fat meany head!” he mumbled almost to
low for me to hear.
“So tell me the deal with the Naughty Pants!”
“I don’t wanna!” he objected, however when I
pressed him more he relented.
“If I get caught touching myself down there I
got to wear the naughty pants for a whole day.” He finally confessed.
It took me two or three minutes to process
that before I was able to respond.
“OK, I guess I understand by why were you
wearing them last night?” I asked.
While playing with a small plastic boat and
not looking at me he answered, “I have been wearing them every night for almost
a month.”
“Huh?” I grunted.
“It’s hard to explain really...” he paused
and turned himself so that he wasn’t facing me anymore. It took me another
minute before the coin fell into the slot.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOH!” I exclaimed, “You mean you
been? I mean...well, you really did? Uh, who with?”
His lips parted into a toothy grin and I knew
I’d guessed right.
“And they caught you?” I asked.
He nodded.
“That is why Jasper isn’t allowed over no
more.” He said.
“You mean Bull’s brother? That Jasper?”
“JASPER?” I asked again ‘cause I was having
trouble believing it.
“Yep.”
“So your mom and dad caught you guys doing
stuff? I mean sex stuff?” I asked.
“YOU GOT CAUGHT THREE TIMES?” I said too
loud.
“Ssshh!” He hushed and pointed with his eyes
at the half open door.
“You are not very smart are you?” He asked
me.
“ME? Uh, I ain’t the one that is dumb enough
to get caught three times.”
He also has this yellow submarine that he
says he got from saving up cereal box tops and sending away for it. That didn’t
run on soap, but on Baking Soda. It would go up and down over and over again.
That is all it did, well until I figured out you had to put the Baking Soda in
two different places.
“Watch this!” I told
I was going to hold my breath for a really
long time, but I was sabotaged by
I came up out of the water fast and was
coughing from having inhaled water.
While coughing I asked, “You dork! (Cough) Are you trying (Cough) to drown me?”
“Let go!” I laughed and coughed.
“What’ll you give me if I do?” he asked.
“I’ll tell you what I’ll give you if you don’t!”
I warned with the shake of my fist.
He gave my poor little guy a hard tug.
“Ouch! Dang
“Oh so you rather I did it like this?” he
said and then he began to stroke back and forth kind of slow like.
Using my ninja skills I managed to get my
foot planted in his stomach and pushed off. It worked, he released me, but not
because I had pushed him away, but because I had forced all the air out of him.
“Simon that hurt!”
“Oh boohoo?” I said amusingly.
That ended our horse playing and we spent the
reminder of our time playing war with the toy boats and submarine. Shortly
before his dad returned I asked
“If I asked you to do something for me would
you do it?”
Hesitant to ask, I looked at the water
shimmering around us, took in a soft breath and then let the words slide out.
“I want you to sing something like you did yesterday
at church.”
“No!” he said with a laughable scoff.
“Please?” I begged in the sweetest tone I
could.
“I don’t wanna!”
And so I let it drop. We went back to
battling with our boats when out of no where he started to sing.
With a snort he asked, “Can I sing anything I
want?”
I should have taken that snort as a clue.
“Sure!” I said with a shrug.
I
was a little too stuffed
Had
to lose a few pounds
Pants
too tight, seams busting out
Just
had a big burrito with beans and rice
With
salsa on top, and some extra spice
Lots
of extra spice...
Just then
Out
there in the bathroom where the air gets heavy
Sat
on a cold seat, thought I was ready...
Working
up a cold sweat and reading the news
Workin’
on a bowel move...
Out
there in the bathroom where the air gets heavy
Sat
on a cold seat, thought I was ready...
Working
up a cold sweat and reading the news
Workin’
on a bowel move...
Trying’
to move some backed up, drive-thru food
Workin’
on a bowel move
And
it was takin’ time.
I
was up last night trying to make some thunder
How
long would it take, I sat and wondered?
Started
reading a magazine from 1962
And
I’m waiting for a bowel move
‘Cause
I’m all bound up by cheese that’s turned to glue...
waiting
on a bowel move...
I’m
out of paper too.
Bowel
move...
Ain’t
it funny how it takes so much time
For
a bowel move?
I
wanna remember, I wanna remember, I wanna remember...
I
should’ve brought my camera.
Yeah,
yeah, yeah.....
His father was laughing along with me through
the whole song and I hadn’t noticed until after
When
“Well it is now my favorite song of all time!”
I gushed.
“I can do it better when there is music
playing.”
I shook my head, “No I don’t think you could
have done that better!”
That made
I was the first one out of the tub and stood
dripping while the Reverend first dried
“So who sang that?” I asked.
“I did! Weren’t you listening just now?”
I let go a snort of laughter, “No you doofus,
I mean who sang it originally.”
I’ve
heard it before, but you did it loads better than he ever did.”
Fed, bathed, diapered and then back to the
bathroom for a quick brushing of the pearlies and then Lowell was kind enough
to allow me to have some alone time in the basement where I did some
calisthenics, prayed a while and read from his bible which he had loaned to me.
However, after about twenty minutes or so he became impatient and snuck down. I
had been sitting on the floor with my back to the stairs and was so engrossed
in praying that I hadn’t heard him creeping up on me.
When he touched my right shoulder with a
single finger and shouted at the top of his voice, “GOTCHAAAA!” I screamed and blasted
from the floor like a rocket. I had gone one way, while
“Dang-it
He giggled, “That was the idea.”
“You do realize this means war!” I said
trying to sound like Daffy Duck.
I sat up and just as quickly as he came,
I was about to close the Bible when a passage
leapt off the page... “To me belongeth
vengeance and recompense; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of
their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.”
“UGH!” I grunted and then prayed allowed, “I
get the message Lord. I shouldn’t try to get back at
I took a deep breath, let it out and then as
I was closing
Sufficiently rebuked by God I walked up the
stairs in search of
“Why are you in here?” I asked with a chuckle.
He was laughing nervously and waving a badminton
racket at me.
“Keep away or I will give you such a whack!”
he warned.
“I ain’t a fighter anymore.” I said, “I
promise I won’t lay a hand on you.”
And I meant it; however
“Yeah right and you really expect me to
believe a pirate?” he said while continuing to swing the racket to ward me off.
“Would you believe me if I told you that God
told me not to get you back for scaring the crap out of me?” I said and again I
cracked a smile.
“Well he did. Right before I came up here he
told me that he was going to get you back for me.”
“He did not!”
I put my right hand over my heart and said, “I
swear I will not get you back for scaring me.”
Again
“WATCH YOUR HEAD!” I shouted, but I was too
late.
‘CRACK!’
I rushed into the closet to make sure he hadn’t
been really hurt. He wasn’t crying, but I could tell he was right on the verge
of doing so.
Unable to hold in my laugher I chuckled as I asked,
“Are you alright?”
He was holding both hands over his forehead
and making this odd sort of sound. It sounded exactly the way an old pickup
sounds when you turn the steering wheel too far.
“Say something so I know your brains didn’t
fall out.”
He let go a low grotesque moan.
“Does that mean you are ok?” I asked with
mounting concern.
While still clutching his head he tried to
nod.
“That looked like it really hurt.”
“Well it sure didn’t tickle!” he finally
spoke.
“Wanna get up?” I asked.
“No.” he grunted without moving his head.
“OK, you just want to sit there a minute or
two until your head stops hurting?”
“No.”
Again I chuckled as I asked, “Want me to
leave you alone so you can cry in private?”
“No!” he said forcefully.
Mildly frustrated I asked, “What do you want
then?”
With no notion that he was going to do it,
“Stop.” I said
“Shhhhh.” He hushed and kissed me again.
I pulled partially away, “Please!”
Amazingly, after the shock wore off I felt
myself give in to him and began to kiss him back.
It all happened remarkably fast. I hadn’t had
a chance to throw up all my defenses so is it any wonder that I so easily
became lost to the passion of the kiss without struggling to get away?
Powerless to break our lip lock it was easy for him control me. With only a
suggestive push I rolled backward with him clinging to me and continuing to
press his lips to mine. We didn’t stop rolling until I was flat on my back and
he was on top of my. As soon as we stopped moving he doubled his efforts to
suck my tongue out of my mouth.
His fingers worked their way under my shirt
to stroke my belly. The softness to his touch seemed to run like a lightning
bolt to my brain. I was aware of the whites of his eyes, the way the color was
eclipsed by his enormous pupils, the downy peach fuzz hair on his sun kissed
cheeks and the sweat that collected on his brow and at his temples.
He pulled his head out of my shirt and using
a single finger trace the scar on my face.
“You really are beautiful.” He said.
“Guy’s are beautiful.”
“You are.”
“No I’m not. I’m one step away from Frankenstein’s
Monster.”
“Don’t say that.”
He kissed me every so lightly on the lips.
“You are not a monster. You are beautiful.”
I grimaced at the use of that b-word again.
“Guys can be beautiful. How about if I use
the word handsome?” he asked.
I gave him a soft smile.
His fingers danced across my scalp.
“You’re hair is so short.”
“Yeah, but it has grown back a little.”
“Will you let it grow long like before?”
I tried to shrug, but the weight of his body
on my own hampered that effort.
“At least let it grow out some.” He
suggested.
With that he allowed his body to slide to my
right so that he was lying beside me, his head propped up on his left arm while
his right hand went back to exploring my face, my lips, my chin and down over
my Adams Apple.
He put his hand on my knee. I put both arms over
my eyes and spread my legs wider on the carpeted closet floor pushing shoes or
was it toys away with my feet. He stroked upwards over my trembling thigh
towards the hem of my shorts. Even with the air-conditioning running it didn’t
seem to cool the heat we were producing between us. The only sound was the thump-thump-thump
of my heart.
He appeared to me in a trance while watching
his fingers as they explored my flesh. He watched as his finger tips disappear
under the hem of my plastic pants. I felt them nudge, explore, search for an
opening in the leg opening of my diaper and then I felt them slip under, inside.
It tickled as his finger tips, soft, advanced millimeter by millimeter closer
and closer to the intender target.
“Any moment now.” I though to myself.
Every millimeter a victory for
A single finger tip caressed the warm, moist
walnut skin of my jewel sack.
A fraction higher and he found the velvety
skin of my small, skinny, sleeping soldier.
Finger pursued finger and then thumb to encircle
nimbly. To explore the contents of my diaper. He rolled me between finger and
thumb. My legs were inflexible. Toes coiled. Eyes clamped shut.
His mother was close, but so far away away. Her
son was attempting to masturbate me there in his closet with looming witnesses
in the form of empty clothing hanging like haunting specters over us. Her son's
hand was sliding my penis between fingers and thumb. I was sweating now with
the tension of giving myself to the loving touch of a younger boy.
My toes were scrunch, my jewel sack tight
around my immature gems. I wondered what his mother was doing, what she was
thinking while her son, apparently up in his room playing with a friend.
A shiver raced though me as his fingers
withdrew. My arms fell away from my face as flurry of shirts, shorts and socks
our clothing flew off of us, landing all around the closet.
“Wait!” I tried to mumble, but couldn’t say
anything else because he had slipped his tongue into my mouth.
When he finally came up for air any traces of
inhibitions I might have had at any point in this exchange were long dead.
He smiled.
I smiled back.
He took that as permission to keep going.
His diaper sagged and I could tell he was
wet. I knew I was too. When his diaper fell away it hit the floor with a
squish. He didn’t even try to hide his arousal and the sight of his small
ridged penis caused me to worry that I might be unable to do the same.
“Don’t move!” he ordered as he bounded out of
the closet only to return a moment later.
While he had been gone I heard him close his
bedroom door, then there had been a rummaging sound right before he reappeared
carrying the box of diaper wipes.
He dropped the box beside me, pulled the
closet doors closed and fell on me again, kissing me passionately for longer
than ever before. I hadn’t even felt him pull the tapes off my diaper. I only
realized he had done it when the front of my diaper came away and felt a slight
coolness down there.
Without saying a word
My lack of an erection didn’t seem to deter
“I was the same way at first. No stiffy and
not even wanting to do stuff, but the more medicine I took the better I got.”
He said so softly and affectionately.
He dove for my neck and kissed me there, then
that little spot right below the Adams Apple causing my toes to curl again. He
was working his way down, stopping to suck on each of my nipples before
continuing to kiss further and further down. When he reached my belly button, I
felt his tongue go in and explore the inner parts of it.
I had the fleeting thought, “I hope there
wasn’t any lint in there.”
His tongue tickled while at the same time my
entire body felt like it was going to explode at any moment.
And then
“Aaaahh!” I cried as he sucked not just my
penis, but also my berries into his hot mouth.
I might have been soft before, but once
inside his mouth my penis began to fill with blood much like it had the day
before when his mother was changing my diaper.
I covered my eyes with both arms as
It all happened so fast, from the moment
When I thought I could take no more I felt a
tingling that started in my stomach, but soon moved to my berries which were
still inside
My hands had moved from covering my mouth to
gripping the back of
I would like to say that when that incredible
orgasm happened that I ejaculated, but sadly that never happened. I’ve read
enough stuff on the Internet and I was also told about it by Rico that first
night together, so I knew what just happened was called a dry orgasm and
frankly it was better than any ejaculation I’d ever had before taking so much
of Madam-M’s drug.
When I finally let go of
Thankfully
I imagine that, had we not heard someone
coming upstairs, we probably would have stayed right there in the closet
holding on to each others nude bodies for the rest of the day.
In a panic I started to scramble for our
clothes, but
When his bedroom door opened his mother saw us
innocently sitting on the floor completely nude and apparently happily playing
together.
“Why are you boys naked again? And where are
your diapers?” She asked, but it was the way she asked; as though we were about
two seconds away from feeling a belt on our backsides.
He turned toward his mom and whined, “Mooooommy,
it is sooooo hooooot!”
His mommy adopted a dismayed expression.
“The air conditioner has been running all day
and it is not that hot in here. If you wanted to be cooler you should have been
playing in the basement!”
She sighed and then said, “You can’t go
around without diapers and you know it. Both of you know better.”
“How about cloth diapers then?” she offered.
“Those are even hoooooootter!”
Finally realizing what he was doing I joined
in the subterfuge.
“Got any thinner disposable diapers like
GoodNites or something?” I asked.
She thought for a moment and then appeared to
have an idea. I was also glad to see that the impending doom of leather on our
butts had vanished from her now softening gaze.
“Alright you too, assume the position!” she commanded
as she went to get the diaper supplies for us.
Trying to be funny I snapped a sharp salute,
but
This time we were not taped into the thick
Bambino diapers, but we were still kept in disposables. These were yellow, thin
and not much thicker than Goodnights; they were rubber ducky yellow with a light
double blue line wetness indicator running down the front and the outer
covering was kind of cloth-like. However, without any rebuking for having
apparently stripped out of our diapers we were both put back into Lowell’s
Naughty Pants; the ones with the locks. I guess she figured this way she was
sure that we wouldn’t take our diapers off again.
Those diapers didn’t hold a lot of pee
either. The remainder of the day we had nine diaper changes between us. Two of
which had occurred at the skate park. At each changing we were put back into
the yellow diapers ‘cause it was just too dang hot for anything else on.
Yesterday had been hot, today was worse.
Neither Lowell nor myself every brought up
what had happened in the closet. I have no doubt it was as prevalent in his
mind, as it was in mine, but we kept our thoughts to ourselves.
True to his word Reverend Vandoan took Lowell
and I to the skate park. I can remember a time when Lowell’s parents wouldn’t
let him near a skateboard let alone a skate park where people get hurt on a daily
bases. They have always been overly protective of him and I suppose in some
ways they still are, but not as much as they used too be. I guess that all
changed when he was kidnapped.
That being said,
“Daddy is going to sneak us there so that
mommy don’t get mad.”
“OK.” I said as I thought to myself, “Guess
maybe his mommy isn’t quite as ready as his daddy at letting him grow up and
live a little.
The Reverend had me take his cell phone to the
basement to make my call to let the Probation Department know where I was going
and how long I’d be gone. For safe measure I also called mom and dad to let
them know we were going to the skate park. They weren’t home so I left a
message for them for when they got home.
I was kind of bummed out that I didn’t have
my own skateboard, but it was cool ‘cause
Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised when
the Reverend stayed and watched us skate for the full two hours.
“Is your dad just going to stand there the
whole time?”
“Yep!” he replied rather snappily.
The park was busier then I had expected, but then
again, the more the merrier as they say.
“Dude that rocked!” some kid shouted when
“You’ve got moves little man!” this older
teen boy said to
I tried the same move and wiped out.
“Smooth move Exlax!” someone said.
“You alright?”
“Yep!” I said as I jumped up and tried again
only to wipe out yet again only harder.
“How do you do that?” I asked with amazement.
“I been practicing!”
“I see that!”
We skated for about a half hour before his
father called us to refresh ourselves with ice cold bottles of water. Normally
we never buy bottled water from the snack bar at the park ‘cause they charge
$3.50 for a dang bottle. Instead, we always drink from the FREE water fountain.
Still, since
“Oh yeah!” I exclaimed, “That’s the stuff!”
“Having fun?” Reverend Vandoan asked me.
“Yeah man!”
“The best!”
The Reverend picked up
“How about a quick change?”
Lowell and I both nodded and followed behind
his daddy to the bathroom. I kept looking over my shoulder as we made our way
through the crowds to be sure no one was paying us any undue attention. We
reached the bathroom and I was so relieved when he found it vacated. The
Reverend pushed us in and then closed and locked the door in to prevent someone
from walking in on us in the middle of being changed. Minutes later we were
back on our boards and having more much fun.
We took another brake about an hour later for
more water, but forwent the diaper change. We had been sweating so much that
neither one of us felt we needed to be changed again. However right before we
left we did go back into the bathroom for another change not really ‘cause we
had peed, but because we had sweated so much that our diaper’s were more than a
little damp and frankly ‘cause mine was itchy. This time we weren’t as lucky
and had to wait in line to get in and even though I was feeling a bit paranoid
that the other kids around us might be getting a clue, no one really seemed to
be paying attention to us.
Afterward I was sitting on the long wooden
bench taking off my knee pads when this teenager, he had to be at least
seventeen, plopped himself down beside me and started pulling off a pair of
rollerblades.
“You’re Simon Leonard aren’t you?” he asked.
His voice was high and didn’t match his near
adult body.
“Depends.” I said without looking at him.
“You don’t remember me do you?” he asked.
I stopped what I was doing to give him a
proper examination.
He read in my eyes that I didn’t have a clue
who he was.
“Not surprising.” He said.
“Man that was so fun!” he said partially out
of breath.
The older boy extended his hand for me to
shake.
“Name’s Hank.” He said right as the Reverend
had walked over.
The Reverend apparently recognized Hank
‘cause he started acting... well acting like
“Do you know who you are?” The Reverend asked
him, “You’re Hank ‘The Hammer’ Shaffer!”
I looked to Lowell who was rolling his eyes.
“Daddy, you are embarrassing us!”
He ignored his son and forcefully grabbed Hank’s
hand to shake.
Hank seemed unfazed by the enthusiasm with
which his arm was being pumped.
“Alright I give up!” I said loud enough to
reinsert myself, “Who is Hank ‘The Hammer’ Shaffer?”
As though Hank were not there
“I won’t go that far.” Hank said humbly.
“Are you kidding?” The Reverend squawked,
“Last year you broke four of the five long standing Panther records! You’re a
machine!”
Now I got it. Hank must have been named the
new Quarterback after the loss of John Ross Hawkins otherwise known as ‘The
Brahma Bull’ or just Bull for short.
And then the quarter, so to speak, fell into
the slot.
“OOOH I get it! You were one of the players
at my house that one day?” I said.
“Daddy, you can let go of his hand now!”
“Oh yeah! Sorry! I mean... WOW! I am your
biggest fan!” Reverend Vandoan told Hank.
Unlike Bull, who was built like a...well like
a bull, Hank was lean and on the short side. He also was missing Bull’s trademark
red hair. Hank had longish brown hair that was almost too long as his bangs
were almost covering his eyes. He also looked to be sporting a peach fuzz mustache
and a few curly hairs on his chin.
“Thanks!” Hank told
The Reverend couldn’t seem to help himself,
“Last year you almost took us all the way!”
“Uh, yeah well next year will be different.” Hank
said.
Thankfully
“So you were really at my house that day?” I
asked once we were alone again.
“Yeah, I was the guy that was holding your
backside in the air.” He chuckled and I felt myself go red at the thought that
he must have for sure known that I was padded at that time.
“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable
or anything. I mean I noticed you when you walked in and I’ve been working up
the nerve to talk to you ever since.” Hank said.
“Really? Why?” I asked.
“Well, you’re like famous now!” his voice
cracked when he said it.
I felt my face going red again, “No man. I am
just me.”
He turned toward me a bit. He had given up
trying to get his second rollerblade off.
“No really! I don’t know how you feel about
it, but.”
He looked around like he was expecting
someone to be listening in to our conversation.
“I was wondering if maybe you could do for my
little sister what you did for all those other kids.”
I was lost and it showed.
“When my parents split up last winter my mom
took my baby sister and we don’t know where they went. I was just thinking that
maybe you could...” his voice tried off there at the end.
Realizing what was going on and not having a
clue how to handle it I looked desperately back to where Lowell and his daddy
where standing with their backs to me. They were returning our equipment. Unfortunately
they were not looking my way.
Nervous and stammering I tried to speak, “I...
Uh, I... what happened before? That-that wasn’t me. I mean it was me, but... that
junk just happened. It wasn’t like I did anything special.”
“Sure you did! And I know you can help find
my sister!”
I looked back again only this time instead of
seeing the Reverend or Lowell I was looking up at...
“Coach Shaffer?” I asked with amazement.
The look on his face. The steam that were
shooting from his ears. The flames that burned above his head like a demonic
crown. His eyes... it was his eyes that scared me the most. They were filled
with a rage I’d seen before in the eyes of another and didn’t care to relive. His
large hand, claw like, machine like, rose from his side slowly, menacingly. I
closed my eyes and braced for anything.
I felt the air rushing to my left and opened
my eyes to see Hank now standing, Coach Shaffer’s hand tightly gripping the young
man’s shirt. Hank seemed to shrink from being a young man to a small boy.
Venom dripped from his lips as Coach Shaffer forced
four words from his mouth, “GET TO THE CAR!”
His claw like hand opened, releasing Hanks
shirt. With only one roller blade on, the other hanging by the laces from his
right hand, Hank attempted to run for the exit. But, when he reached the glass
doors he stopped momentarily and looked back at me. I wish he never had 'cause
the look of horror, pain, fear, sadness and longing were more then I could
stand to see in anyone. Had the Reverend not spoke right then I probably would
have jumped up from the wooden bench, run up to Hank and told him I would do
anything I could to find his sister.
“Henry Shaffer!” The Reverend bellowed and slapped
the Coach on the back.
Then he saw his face.
“Is something wrong?”
Coach Shaffer shook his head and I swear I
saw a puff of smoke as the flames above his head were extinguished.
Turning his attention to me Coach Shaffer
said, “I’m sorry Hank was bothering you.”
It was my turn to shake my head, “He wasn’t
bothering me. We were just talking.”
“Son, I heard what he said and he had no
right laying our family troubles on your already over burdened shoulders.”
I looked back to the doors, but Hank was long
gone.
Adopting his normal ministerial mannerisms
the Reverend put a hand on Coach Shaffer’s shoulder and said, “He’s still
having trouble with the separation?”
Coach Shaffer dropped his head a little.
“He’s got it in his head that...” he started to say, but stopped, “Would you be
willing to talk to him? Maybe you could get through to him. Lord knows I’m not.”
“Absolutely! Why don’t you bring Hank by
tomorrow and we can talk over lunch?”
It was really weird watching Coach Shaffer
and Lowell’s daddy hug right there in front of everyone at the skate park.
“Wait, Hank? He’s your son?” I asked which
made the Coach, the Reverend and Lowell all chuckle amusedly.
I gave him an elbow to the gut which made him
groan in pain, “Yeah, I soooo deserved that one.”
Coach Shaffer apologized to me again and
shook my hand. He told me how good it was to see me, “up and out” and right
before he left he said something that at first I didn’t think too much about,
but later it really got stuck in my head.
“You’ve got unfinished business to tend to at
the junior high school.”
As Coach Shaffer was heading out the door
“Yeah, but I think Hank’s not.” I said while
watching Coach Shaffer leaving.
He made an odd grimace like he knew something
he, but wasn’t going to tell me.
“You about ready to go?” he asked.
I jumped to my feet and with that
“Bet that is the first time that’s happened.”
“No, actually that happens more then you’d
think!” I said with disgust, “People seem to believe I have like magic or super
powers.”
The more I talked about Hank or the subject
in general, the madder I seemed to get. I probably would have worked myself up
into a full boil had
“Eeeuuw Lowell!” I shouted and started to
turn in the seat to hit him or something, but I was stopped with, “Don’t even
think about it! And why don’t you two have your seatbelts on yet?”
I clicked my belt and while I was distracted
Reverend Vandoan grabbed my knee and gave it a squeeze.
“Well you’re super in my book.”
“What?” he hissed at his son.
“Daddy, you are going to make him have a
bigger head!”
“Oh no you didn’t just say I have a big
head!” I challenged.
I looked to Reverend Vandoan and asked, “Um,
could you stop the car for a minute so I can take off my seatbelt and clobber
him?”
He thrust an authoritarian finger into the
air and proclaimed with majesty, “There will be no clobbering!”
“Ah come on.” I pleaded, “I just want to
clobber him a little bit. I promise there will only be a little blood.”
“Ok, but you have to wait until we get home.”
“Hey! That’s not fair!”
“The King has spoken! You shall be clobbered
profusely about the head.” His Daddy said in that same royal manner.
The Reverend laughed and misquoted the Bible
by saying, “And the good book also says, ‘He who spareth the rod hateth his
son: but he that loveth him clobbereth him often’.”
“It doesn’t say it like that!”
Ignoring his son he continued only he had
dropped the royal act and was now speaking the way he did each time he came to
the Ranch to preach.
“It also says, ‘Withhold not clobbering from
a child: for if thou clobber him with the rod, he shall not die. Thou shalt
clobber him with the rod, and deliver his soul from hell’.”
“DAAAADDDDDDDYYY!”
I, on the other hand, was holding my stomach
and laughing uncontrollably.
We all laughed the rest of the way home.
Returning to their house I again used the
Reverends cell phone to make my return call before
When the day had worn-down and it was getting
close to dinner time Mrs. Vandoan had taken the two of us up to
We were making our way back downstairs when
my parents surprised me with their arrival. At first I thought they were there
to take me home right then, but unbeknownst to Lowell or myself, his parents
had invited my parents over for an evening cookout.
“I’m so glad you were able to come!” Mrs.
Vandoan said as she hugged my parents.
The Reverend shook my dads hand and said, “I’ve
got to show you my new power tool set.” And the two of them vanished to the
garage.
Mom and Mrs. Vandoan went into the kitchen
and were talking up a storm so the two of us decided to go to the basement and
play more Ninja Master 12.
We had grilled Smokeys, which are kind of
like sausage style hotdogs. Along with the Smokey’s we had coleslaw, noodle-salad
and a few various fresh veggies. We ate inside ‘cause it was still to hot out
even after the sun had started to drop. For desert we had fresh baked blueberry
pie topped with vanilla ice-cream. Mrs. Vandoan confessed that it had been a
frozen pie which she thawed out and then tossed in the oven earlier in the day.
Though Lowell and I tried hard to get our
parents to let me stay another night they were not swayed. Reluctantly I put my
church pants on, but didn’t bother with my shirt or shoes. Mom stuffed those
into a big paper bag she was carrying out with us.
After I had made my call; and went through
all the thank you’s and hugging and kisses, being the goofball that I am, I
tried to make a second round of hugs and kisses, but dad pushed me out the front
door with a playful kick to the rear diaper region.
Playing his game I complained jovially, “Hey!
That’s not fair kicking a guy back there!”
However the games and playing came to a
screeching halt as I stepped out the front door.
“Don’t stand there blocking the way!” Dad
said while giving me another shove.
But I was only able to go one, maybe two
steps before I came to a stop again. It felt as though a thousand eyes were peering
out of the darkness at me. Now I’ll give you that I am still scared of the dark
a little, but that’s not what this was about. This was something totally and
completely different.
I have seen many horrors and stood toe to toe
with things that would make a grown man run away, but this feeling of fear
gripped me at my core. I can only liken it to the feeling one gets when being scolded
by ones parent and knowing that a spanking will happen very soon.
Frozen, save for my neck, I turned my head as
my eyes search for my father.
But it was mom chiding me while trying to
escape the Vandoan’s front door, “Simon hurry up!”
I didn’t even know I had backed up until dad
shouted something about me stepping on his foot.
My eyes never found my fathers, but they did
find the Reverends and without me uttering a single word he knew something was
wrong.
He addressed my parents, “Sylvia, Simon hold
up a minute.”
Inserting himself between them he knelt
beside me.
“What’s the matter Simon?” he asked in a way
only a man of God can ask.
I was unable to speak, unable to put words to
what I was feeling. My eyes searched the growing shadows caused by the street
lights and the glows from neighborhood windows.
Everyone now realized that something wasn’t
right with me and had gone quiet except for
“Simon you’re scaring me.” He bleated.
And for a brief second I thought I saw.... my
head and eyes whipped to my left as something in the shadows seemed to move.
Without a word both the Reverend and my
father took off in the direction my eyes were now glued too. Standing in front
of the house looking out across the front lawn, it was a cropping of bushes on
the front left corner of their property that seemed somehow to be completely
engulfed in an all pervading gloom. It was as if the few sources of lights were
being forced around the bushes.
“Who’s there?”
I’m not sure which of the men said that.
A pair of hands were tightly gripping my
shoulders, pulling me backward, back into the house, except my feet remained
glued to the concrete, my eyes locked on that large bush.
From across the street and one house down
someone turned on their car headlights and momentarily distracted all of our
eyes from the bush. When I looked back the shadows that had engulfed it seemed
to have evaporated. Though whatever I had seen before seemed to be gone, the
feeling that I was being watched was still just as strong.
“Mommy you’re hurting my neck!”
Our dad’s walked back toward the door and
made us all go back inside. I tried to explain what I had felt and what I had
seen, but it all seemed so distant and intangible.
“It was probably a stray dog or something.”
Dad offered.
Finally I shook my arms out like I was trying
to shake the experience from me.
“Maybe I am just crazy.” I whispered mainly
for my own benefit.
“Oh you are most certainly not crazy.” The
Reverend said as he petted the back of my head.
“Then you saw it too?” I asked, almost pleading
for him to say he had.
I wish I could say that I found some solace
in his words, “I’m not sure what I saw, but I did see something.”
After having adequately spooked everyone we
said our goodbyes once again and this time when I stepped outside it didn’t
seem as dark out, but I kept that insight to myself.
That is when I spotted a small, bright
yellow, hatchback car sitting in the driveway. Everything about the car was
ugly from the color to the way the lines flowed from one bumper to the next.
With mouth agape I asked, “What is that?”
“It’s a rental.” I heard dad answer.
“You mean you gave somebody money for that
thing?” I asked which made everyone chuckle.
“No the insurance company gave them money for
that thing.” Dad said comically.
It felt good to hear their amusement after
the tense emotions I had caused only a few minutes ago.
In mom’s van there was always loads of room
for stuff and to move around, but not in that dang little yellow rental car.
And the interior upholstery was black vinyl which was so hot it was like
sitting on a cast iron skillet all the way home. I had to lean forward just to
keep my naked back from getting cooked. Oh sure I could have put my shirt on,
but where’s the fun in that?
As we walked up to the car mom held tightly
to my left hand while
“Are you alright?” he whispered.
I answered with a crooked smile.
Dad opened the passenger side door and moved
the seat forward so that I could get in the back. That car was so small I had
to squeeze myself into it.
“You alright back there?” Mrs. Vandoan asked
me as mom was sliding her seat back into place and climbed in herself.
I gave her an overly wide toothy smile,
nodded my head and thanked her for letting me come over and spend the night.
“Thanks for letting me sleep over. It was
bunches and bunches of fun!”
“You are welcome to come over anytime you
want.” She told me and blew me a kiss.
“Bye brat!”
“Bye dorkous!” I shouted back.
The drive home would have been uneventful,
however once we were out of sight of Lowell’s home, dad pulled his cell phone
from his pocket and made two quick calls. I probably should have paid more
attention to what he was saying, but I was so cramped in that backseat that it
was all I could think about.
It wasn’t until we pulled into the parking
lot of my Therapists office that I even knew we were not going straight home.
“Why are we here?” I asked and I thought it
was a perfectly proper question given that it was so late and that my doctor
was surely not still in her office.
I was half right about that, she wasn’t in
her office, but she did pull into the parking lot not thirty seconds after we
did.
“But don’t we have to get home so I can make
my call?” I asked while slightly miffed that I hadn’t been warned ahead of time
of having to see Dr. Lizy this evening. Actually, her real name is Doctor
Elisabeth Hound and when I first met her she told me that everyone calls her
Lizy. I jazzed it up a bit by blending it with the Doctor part and so I call
her Dr. Lizy.
All dad had to say on the matter, as he
opened the drivers’ door and stepped out, was, “I’ve taken care of it.”
Extracting myself from that little yellow
roller-skate proved to be more of a challenge than getting into it had. I got
stuck about half out and had to reach in past me ‘cause my back pocket had
snagged on that little metal thingamajig that the door latches to.
“Next time can I just ride on the roof?” I
joked as mom helped free me from that yellow tin can while dad had a quick word
with Dr. Lizy.
Though I didn’t ask, I figured that whole
business with thinking I saw something outside
I was surprised when mom and dad didn’t come in
with us. Actually as Dr. Lizy was leading me to the door of her office mom and
dad were squeezing themselves back into the rental car. With a smile, a blown
kiss from mom and a beep of the whimpy horn they drove away.
Reading my mind Dr. Lizy said to me as she
unlocked the door, “Don’t worry, we’ll only be a few minutes.”
That wasn’t entirely accurate. We talked for
what felt like over an hour, maybe as much as an hour and a half. However when
we first stepped inside I was momentarily distracted ‘cause the normal,
slightly overpowering, smell of flowers, which I’d grown accustom to, had been
replaced by the scent of apples and something else.
“New air freshener?” I asked.
“They were out of Spring Breeze Plug-In’s so
I went with Apple Orchard. Do you like it?”
“It’s ok I guess.” I said though I had grown
to like the flowers and missed them in an odd sort of way.
She started our session even before we were
inside her office. She started by saying, “We haven’t had a chance to visit all
weekend and I thought it best that we meet for a few minutes this evening.”
My mind quickly forgot about the aroma of
apples as I realized that for the first time since I met her, she wasn’t all
gussied up. Every time I have seen Dr. Lizy, she has been painted up and
wearing bright colors which all matched. However this evening she wasn’t
wearing the long bright nails, and had very little makeup on, if any. She was
wearing a powder blue blouse and a flour length white skirt.
“You look different.” I comments.
“Well, you’ve caught me on an off day.” She
said.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“My husband had to go on a business trip so I
spent my day stretched out on the sofa and reading a good book.”
“Sorry I messed up your relaxing day.” I
said.
When she didn’t respond to that comment I
plopped down in my usual chair and asked, “What book?”
“Excuse me?” She asked.
“What book were you reading?”
“Oh just something I’ve been meaning to get
around to, but never have until today. But, enough about me, I want to hear how
you’ve been.”
That was the start of it. Through a series of
questions she and I relived the highlights of the last few days in reverse. It
started with that bush thing and I imagined that dad must have either told her
about it on the phone or when she first arrived. I wasn’t surprised when she
knew about the events of Sunday morning or about my phone conversation with
Brother Vincent from The Ranch on Saturday. Either she too was keeping tabs on
me or she was being kept well informed; probably both.
Without saying too much, she craftily led me
from subject to subject, asking me to describe what I was feeling at the time
and how I felt about each event now.
Just when I thought she was going to bring up
something from several weeks or months ago (she
does that at nearly every meeting) we heard someone coming in.
Trying to be funny I said what she usually
says to wrap up our sessions. “Well I think we’ve had a wonderful little chat
today don’t you?”
She grinned as if to say, “Hey that was my
line!”, but said nothing.
I grinned as I got up from the chair I’d been
sitting in the while time. Only then did I realize just how wet I had become
during our session and I was still in one of those darn disposable yellow
diapers.
But the thoughts of my diaper dwindled as my
bare feet once again came into contact with the soft carpet of Dr. Lizy’s
office. It was like walking on a bed of rose peddles. In a way it almost
tickled. And then for the first time I realized that I had spent the entire
session half naked. I looked down at myself, at my bare chest and abdomen, at
the way my pants were sagging exposing several inches of my plastic pants and
diaper. I wiggled my bare toes and ground them into the soft carpeting.
She read my face like an open book and smiled
at me. “I was wondering how long it was going to take you.”
Without lifting my head I rolled my eyes to
the left, she was smiling bigger then I’d ever seen her smile. I gave her my,
‘Don’t look at me; I didn’t do it!’ smile.
And that is when I understood why dad had
called her. You see, he too had realized that something very important had
taken place when I left
Without saying a word I lowered myself to the
edge of the chair, folded my hands together in my lap and sat motionless and
silent for a long time.
She didn’t ask me anymore questions or probe
me for information. She simply left me to work it out in my own time.
When I finally looked up at her all I could
say was, “I didn’t even think.”
To which she smiled, got to her feet and
suggested, “How about if we take up tomorrow, where we left off today?”
As I walked out of her office and into the
waiting room mom and dad were both sitting there beaming with pride. I stood
framed in the doorway and could feel Dr. Lizy right behind me. I simply smiled
and said proudly, but with rather poor grammar, “I ain’t got no shirt on!”
Dad, acting the clown, asked in response, “You
ain’t?”
OK so I am thirteen now and teenagers are not
supposed to be all clingy and lovey-dovey with their parents, but I couldn’t
help myself. I ran up to mom and dad and threw my arms around them. It was such
a silly thing, but I felt lighter than air and filled with more joy then I’d
felt in way too long. The only way I could express it was to hug both of my
parents. Heck, I even hugged Dr. Lizy before we left.
You might think after such a full day and
given that it was getting fairly late, that we would head home next, but we
didn’t. After managing to insert myself into the backseat of the yellow rental
I once more was surprised when dad pointed the car away from home.
“Uuuugh!” I moaned playfully, “Now where are
you taking me?”
I could see dad’s eyes in the mini rearview
mirror and read them as jovial too.
We didn’t go far; maybe two blocks before we
took a left turn into the strip mall parking lot where there were such stores
as Big Lots, a jewelry store, a hobby shop and Drug Mart. We stopped in front
of Drug Mart and even with the late hour the parking lot was surprisingly full.
This time as I was climbing from the car my
pocket again had become snagged on the door latcher-thingy, but I hadn’t been
taking my time and thusly ripped my pocket.
“Ah man!” I moaned and complained, “I really
hate this car!”
Mom was none too happy either, but she didn’t
get mad. She simply pulled out my church shirt from the back hatch area, handed
it to me while dad was searching for my shoes. The novelty of my breakthrough
had passed and they weren’t about to let me go into the store half dressed. And
I didn’t even think for one second about doing just that.
I was buttoning my shirt when dad announced, “Found
them!”
“He needs socks!” Mom chided dad.
But I had the left shoe on and tied before
they knew it so they let me go sockless. Let me tell you that dress shoes
without socks are not comfortable at all. Your feet sweat and slide around
inside the shoe; it’s positively uncomfortable.
With both shoes on, shirt button, but not
tucked in, so as to help hide the fact that I was now wearing ripped britches,
we started for the door. We were about thirty feet from the front door when we walked
passed an old lady who was coming out of the store. She reeked of mothballs and
just that one half second of scent was enough to cause a momentary flashback. I
probably would have got lost in my mind had I not violently sneezed and nearly
fallen on my face.
Dad had caught me by the back of my shirt so
I didn’t bust my face on the pavement, of that I am quite grateful.
“Oh Simon not on your sleeve!” Mom wheezed as
I ran my nose from my elbow to the cuff of my shirt sleeve.
She fished a wadded up tissue from her purse
and tried to hand it to me.
“I don’t need it now.”
She made me take it anyway so I stuffed it in
my shirt pocket.
I don’t know about elsewhere, but here Drug
Mart is like a smaller version of a department and grocery store as well as a
large pharmacy. It’s actually a cool store ‘cause they have this whole isle
devoted to penny and nickel candies. Kids come from all parts of town to stock
up on sweets. If you want candy, you go to the cashier and she’ll give you a
small paper bag. Then you take it, fill it with whatever candies you want and
take it back to the cashier. They are supposed to weigh the candy, but most of
them will just look down in the bag, if it is half full they will only charge
you two dollars. However, if it is all the way full then they will charge you
three and a half dollars. That is a bargain ‘cause if they weigh it, it is
always more money.
But today wasn’t candy day; at least that was
my thinking. Don’t ask me why, but I wasn’t in a sweets sort of mood. That is
until I ran into Mary not twenty seconds after walking through the doors.
“Mary look, it’s Simon!” someone shouted loud
enough for me to know that I’d been spotted.
I turned my head to the left and saw that
over by the books, magazines and comic book racks was none other than Mary
looking... well, less then wonderful. Her hair was pulled back and held by a
pink plastic hair clips, but several strands had come loose and were hanging
wild.
I looked up at mom and dad for permission to
go over. Dad gave mom a peck on the cheek, said something to her and then we
split up. Mom went off by herself while dad escorted me over to Mary.
Up close it was easier to see why Mary looked
so disheveled. She and Stephanie were wearing matching sweats and both looked
like they’d been out running for the better part of the day.
Before I could speak Mary leaned down and
kissed my left cheek.
“Uh, I’ll just be over there. Come get me
when you’re done.” Dad said with a hard pat on my back.
“You’re a mess!” Stephanie said to me.
Not missing a beat I came back with, “You’re
no prize either.”
They both looked at each other and then Mary
explained, “We just got out of dance class.”
“You’re taking dance classes?” I asked.
I was surprised by this because I already
knew how busy she was with working, babysitting, cheerleading practice, and a
host of other activities.
She smiled as she partially hummed, “Uhummm.”
Stephanie came right out and asked, “Are you
coming to
Up to that very second I had almost, but not entirely,
forgot that
I don’t remember saying anything in response,
but I must have said something ‘cause Mary then exploded with excitement.
“That is so very awesome! We’re going to have
so much fun!”
“You’re coming too?” I somehow managed to
ask.
Stephanie was the one to answer for Mary, “Well
duh!
I found myself hoping that my emotions weren’t
showing on my face.
“You’re so cute when you blush!” Mary said
and kissed me again only this time right on the lips.
I’m not talking about a short peck either.
She pressed her lips against mine for what had to be at least a three count.
When she stopped kissing me I glanced dad’s
way. He was pretending to be looking at some magazine, but I wasn’t fooled.
“I hope I get to see you before then.” Mary
said after the kiss.
My brain, along with my heart, was in orbit
somewhere around the second moon of Pluto so I’ve no idea where the next words
came from.
“Wanna catch a movie?” I asked.
“Hey that’s a good idea. They are having a
two-for-Tuesday at the
“What’s Two for
Tuesday?” I asked.
Mary answered, “Well you can either watch two
movies for the price of one or two can see one movie with just one ticket.”
“Uh, ok that sounds great.” I said,
addressing Mary.
“We can double!” Stephanie suggested.
“Double?” I thought. I didn’t want to go on a
double date with BJ and Stephanie; I wanted Mary all to myself!
Mary started doing that thing girls do. You
know, when they act all girly with each other like no one else in the world
matters.
“Oh yes you’ve just got to call BJ and make
up so we can go.” Mary said in a tone so high, every dog in a three mile radius
was howling.
“Make up?” I thought again.
“No, we totally made up like ten minutes
after we broke up.” Stephanie said.
My brain was back from its space trip and my
heart was down in my shoes. However this time when I had a thought it didn’t
stay in my head.
“Broke up?” I asked and my voice cracked
causing me to blush.
Then like I was one of the girls Stephanie started
babbling about something to do with fingers and crackers. Honestly that is all
I was able to pull out of the nonsense she was spouting. Thank God that Stephanie’s
mom called for them as she was leaving the store or I think my brain was going
to explode.
With one last kiss on the lips, this one was
fast, Mary said, “I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll plan our day then ok?”
“Plan our day?” I thought, but what I said
was, “Yeah sure ok.”
I didn’t move so much as an inch away from
the magazine rack as I watched them both bounce away and out of the store.
“Hey, Don Juan!” I heard dad saying.
I turned and shuffled my feet toward him as
he was moving closer to me.
“Wow could your face get any redder?” he
commented.
I was sort of lost somewhere just above the
clouds for much of our shopping adventure. I didn’t snap out of my daze and
rejoin the inhabitants of earth until dad shoved a large frozen ham into my
arms.
“Ah dad that’s cold!” I bellowed and nearly
dropped it.
I looked around, momentarily disoriented and
wondering how we’d made it to the refrigerated food section.
“Put it in the cart genius!” he said.
“Gently! There are eggs in there!” mom told
me.
“Can you grab a thing of all beef Bologny?”
she asked.
I walked down to the lunch meats and scanned
the selections.
“You know something mom?” I called out.
She didn’t respond, but she did look over to
where I was standing.
“I don’t like
“Oh you do so like
“Not anymore.” I said while shaking my head, “I
see Turkey Ham, Turkey Bologny, Turkey Pastrami--someone needs to tell the
turkey’s to just be themselves.” And then addressing the prepackaged lunch
meats I added, “Everybody already loves you, you don’t need to try to be like
all the other sandwich meats. Just be delicious turkey.”
I looked back to mom who was pushing the cart
up to me and acted like she was going to run me over with it.
“HEY!” I complained and jumped out of the way.
“You are a turkey!” she said to which I
smiled.
She reached past me and plucked a package of all
beef Bologny off the hook directly in front of my face.
As I turned to continue walking down the isle
I bumped into someone I’d seen in another isle. However when I’d seen this
other person before, my brain had registered the individual as a woman. So when
I turned and bumped into the lady I excused myself by saying, “Oh, sorry mam.” However
she turned out not to be a she at all.
“Oh I am sorry!” I apologized quickly and
should have shut up, but oooooh nooooo! I had to keep talking. “Hey, up close
you are a guy!”
Totally straight faced he glanced from mom
and dad then back to me and said, “Far away too.”
Dad stepped up, gave me a shove and apologized
to the guy by saying, “Kids?!”
To which the guy responded with, “I
understand. I’ve got two of my own and I’m a former child myself.”
Dad chuckled politely, “I couldn’t have said
it better myself.”
A few steps further down the isle dad said to
me, “Son, I wonder if you can say something useful.”
Without looking back I shrugged one shoulder
and responded with, “Yeah, I’ve often wondered that myself.
Mom, who was now several strides behind us
called out, “Simon, you like Gouda-Noodles right?”
“Sure, they just need a little salt...
pepper... mustard, ketchup, sauce, and flavor added.” I said.
“Simon!” Dad said with a measure of surprise.
“What?”
“That was rather cleaver!”
“Yeah well, I didn’t mean to.” I said while
trying to keep a straight face, but failing in the end.
Dad pretended to be strangling me as he said,
“Come on stupid, don’t play dumb with me.”
“Yeah, I’m not as good at it as you are.”
When we were heading for the checkout isles
dad said something that set off the alarms in my head.
I let go a huge yawn and in response dad
said, “We better get you home so you can check in with your probation
department and then get you tucked into bed. Tomorrow’s not very far away.”
I came to a skidding halt causing dad to run
into me with the cart.
“What did you stop for?” he asked like I’d
just done it to make him mad.
Out of my mouth came the ramblings of a
mental case.
“Mary—movie—BJ—Stephanie—Tuesday—movie—double—tomorrow—MOVIE!”
I looked desperately up at dad as he wheeled
the cart around me. He was chuckling as he placed a hand around the back of my
neck.
“We’ll see what we can do, but don’t get your
hopes up until after we talk to your Probation Officer.”
Mom gave dad a raised eyebrow, “Are you going
to tell me you understood that?”
Dad shrugged, “It’s a guy thing, you being a
GIRL wouldn’t understand.”
Mom gave him the evil eye and said, “Apparently
so.”
Done shopping, we made our way back to the
car, squeezed ourselves and the groceries in and finally headed for home again
or so I thought.
Not realizing that I was doing it, I began to
sing that song
“Must you sing that song?” Dad asked.
Apparently he didn’t care for it.
“Well there isn’t enough room back here to
dance.” I commented.
“Did you take a silly pill today or something?”
Mom asked.
“Nah, I am all natural; inherited it from my
Pop.”
“Keep it up and Pop is going to pop you.” Dad
threatened.
“What did the baby firecracker say to the
other baby firecracker?” I asked them.
“I give up.” Mom said.
I giggled as I said, “My pops bigger then
your pop!”
Mom moaned loudly, but dad just shook his
head.
We turned at the intersection were the corner
store that Mary now works at and mom quickly said, “We better get milk.”
Without hesitating Dad quickly whipped the
car into the parking lot. Mom chose to wait in the car while dad and I went
inside. Stepping out of the car on the drivers’ side I was hit in the face by
the still scorching heat mixed with the stench of manure. I looked around and
spotted a big truck with a sign that read, ‘J&J Landscaping’. In the bed of
the truck was a huge mound of cow poop with two shovels sticking out of it.
“You know,” I began, “I finally figured what
it is I hate about summer.”
Dad came back with, “The smell?”
“No, the heat.”
“You and me both.”
Inside the store it felt a lot better, but by
no means was it comfortable. There were two large floor fans blowing, but all
they really were doing was circulating the warm air. There were several
customers already in the store with four or five in line waiting to pay. Dad
told me to get the milk while he got in line. I went right to the milk, grabbed
a gallon of 2% and started back to the front. One of the store clerks was
mopping the floor so I had to go the long way which took me back by the front
door. As I was passing the door two older boys, maybe fifteen or sixteen were
rushing out followed by a boy about my age.
“Hey stop! You didn’t pay for that.” The lady
behind the register shouted.
I never even thought, I only reacted by
swinging the jug of milk and hitting the first boy dead in the face. He fell
backward into the second boy sending both to the hard floor. The younger boy
had tried to jump over them, but one of the other customers had seized him by
the shirt.
“Are you alright?” Dad asked me.
I laughed.
“Yeah I’m fine, but he’s going to need a new
nose.” I said while pointing to the boy who was bleeding and holding his nose.
Blood was dripping from his face, staining
his shirt and mixing with the milk on the floor.
The cashier must have pushed an alarm button ‘cause
in the time it took for mom to get out of the car and rush into the store two
police cruisers came screeching into the parking lot.
Just my luck, the first cop to enter was none
other than Mary’s father, Officer Tucker.
He acknowledged my presence with a frown and
a slight shake of his head.
“Are you ok?” Mom asked.
I shook my head and held up the milk jug, “That
jerk killed our milk.”
The whole ordeal started and ended in less
then a minute. But, it took over half an hour before we were allowed to go home
again. The police took statements from everyone. The paramedics came as well as
an ambulance for the guy whose face I’d smashed with the milk. Officer Tucker
seemed angry with me ‘cause each time he looked my way he would scowl. My only
thought was that there was no way he was going to let me go anywhere with his
daughter now.
Finally Officer Tucker made his way over to
where mom, dad and I were standing waiting and talking with some of the other
customers.
“Why is it every time I see you, you’re in
some kind of trouble?” he asked me.
“I ain’t in trouble!” I scoffed.
“Well that boy’s nose begs to differ.”
The comedian that lives in my head decided
that it was a good time to make his presents known by saying, “Yeah well I don’t
see anybody crying over the spilt milk!”
That one made dad chuckle, but he quickly
stifled it.
Officer Tucker raised a single eyebrow and
asked us for our version of what happened. Dad told him all he saw was an
explosion of milk while I reported that I didn’t even know I had stopped them
from shoplifting until afterward.
While scribbling something down on a small
note pad Officer Tucker mumbled, “Another case of being in the wrong place at
the right time.”
Once again my stupid mouth opened when it
shouldn’t and out came the dumbest thing. I had been trying to say something
clever, you know, something like James Bond would say after thwarting a plot to
take over the world. But, what came out was, “I was just doing your job.”
Dad quickly wrapped an arm around the back of
my head and placed his hand over my mouth. Officer Tucker looked as though he
wanted to pull out his night stick and beat me senseless.
A few minutes later we were allowed to leave
and that was a good thing ‘cause that darn yellow diaper I had been wearing had
long since failed in its duty. Thankfully the plastic pants were holding in the
flood; that is until I sat my butt down on the back seat of the rental.
“Uh, I think the dam just burst mom.” I said
as dad was closing his car door.
“We’ll be home in a minute.” She said
sounding exhausted and completely unconcerned about the condition of the seat
beneath my bottom.
“Well that was exciting!” Dad exclaimed.
We talked about it all the way home and even
after we got inside. Mom and dad seemed more worked up about it then I did. It
didn’t seem like such a big deal to me, then again, all I did was bash some
dude with a jug of milk.
Dad and mom were carrying in the bags of
things from Drug Mart while I was making my call.
I had just hung up the phone when mom
exclaimed loudly, “We didn’t get the milk!”
Dad and I both nearly fell over laughing.
Now, I had thought nothing of the fact that
when I left
“We don’t have the key!” I complained loudly.
Mom smiled, reached into her pocket and
produced a small brass colored key dangling from a blue leather keychain. Later
I learned that
For all of two seconds I was slightly miffed
at the idea that little
After a quick diaper changed and tucked into
the lower bunk with my e-journal I began to write. I had got up to the point
where my parents had arrived at