Tom Visits the Mansion
By: Zac Goldstein

NOTE: The following is a work of fiction involving diaper wearing 
and discipline. It also contains profanity, vulgarity and some 
acts which may appear excessively cruel. If you are offended, do 
not read.

Introduction

	This story is taken from a larger story (some would say a 
novel) in progress entitled "The Lives of Tom Morrow." Before you 
read this, it is a good idea to know something about Tom. He hails 
from South Boston, and is part of an impoverished family. He was 
abused by his father as a child, and has been bitter, mean 
troublesome, and vengeful ever since. However, he also knows how 
to survive and works hard to stay alive and make the best of his 
woeful environment.
	This excerpt takes place during Tom's 16th year. Tom has 
pretty much been up to his usual no-good antics all summer, and is 
about to take the next step. He and his friends are preparing a 
scheme for armed robbery. However, if Tom thinks he's in for good 
times and easy money, he's about to receive a very big surprise 
when he goes to stay with his rich Aunt........

Chapter 1


	The soul of savagery hides beneath the mask of civility. I 
don't know who said that, but whoever he is, he's right. It was a 
lesson I'd learned bits and pieces of all my life and came to a 
stark realization with one summer. It was the same summer me and 
my posse were getting ready to rob the store. In fact, I was 
working on my escape plan when I received a piece of news that 
changed everything.
	"Tom," my mom called. "Come here, I have to talk to you."
	"Aright, just a sec."
	I walked past my sister's room....she was still asleep. Julie 
had been sick with the flue for the past few days. Too bad. At 
least she was out of my hair. My mom was waiting for me in out 
tiny kitchen.
	"I have some bad news," she said. "Your great Uncle Wendell, 
I don't think you've met him, has passed away." Damn, why couldn't 
she say died like a normal person. Instead, it's passed away or 
passed on or gone to a better place. Well anything would be better 
then this place.
	"That's too bad," I said, not sounding too insensitive.
	"Before he died, however, he asked that all his great nephews 
and nieces and grandchildren come visit him after the funeral."
	"After the funeral? I asked. "That don't make no fuckin' 
sense!"
	"Tom, watch your mouth."
	"Sorry. So what's the deal?"
	"Well, the funeral's tomorrow. You and I are both going, I 
hope Julie's feeling better. Then after that, I'm dropping you off 
at your aunt's house so you can stay for the weekend. Apparently, 
she's got some kind of big surprise planned for you and your 
cousins. Isn't that nice?"
	"Yeah, great," I said. "I gotta think about this."
	I walked outside and onto the porch. I took out a cigarette 
and smoked it while sitting down and thinking about what to do 
this weekend. My great aunt was probably some half blind crazy old 
bitch whose life was frozen in the 1930's and had nothing better 
to do then reminisce and yell things out. But, then again, on the 
other hand, she had to be well off if she could hold any family 
function. So I'll ignore her the whole time, and catch up on some 
R&R before the great heist. I just hoped my snobby punk ass 
cousins weren't around to patronize and pity me, otherwise I'd be 
very tempted to belt their sorry rich asses.
	While I was thinking this through, my best friend Ed O'Neil 
sat down next to me and stole one of my smokes. "Hey asshole," I 
said.
	"What is it, bitch?"
	"Sup?"
	"Nothin. You getting ready?"
	"I'm always ready. But I got a little distraction."
	"What's that?"
	"Well, my great old uncle Wendell finally kicked, I never 
knew the bastard. Anyway, after the funeral, it was in his will 
that I go up to his place and congregate with my preppy cousins 
for who the hell knows why."
	"So fuck that, don't go."
	"But there's a chance that they could be rich."
	"Rich?"
	"Yeah, rich. Anybody crazy enough to do something like that 
has to be. So I'll go there and chill in luxury for a little bit."
	"I don't know, rich people can be a real pain in the ass. You 
do one thing wrong, and they are all up in your face about it."
	"I'll chance it. Besides, my great aunt is probably too 
senile to do anything."
	"Bring me back some money, OK?"
	"Yeah, I'll get a gold bar so I can shove it up your ass."
	"So, how's Julie?"
	"Still sick."
	"Awe, isn't that to bad. That loud mouthed little cunt...."
	"Hey it's my sister."
	"I know, that's why I'm saying it."
	"Actually, that might be a problem. If she's sick, I might 
not be able to go."
	"I'll take care of her."
	"Good. You try raping her and I'll kill you."
	"Right on." We then broke out into laughter.
	That night I was thinking about a lot of things. Aside from 
sex, I also had a few concerns about the planned robbery on my 
mind. I didn't exactly trust that Adrian kid, and there was a good 
chance I'd get caught. Oh well, gotta take the chance. Also in the 
back of my mind I was thinking about the weekend. I was a little 
scary. I pictured myself standing over my great uncle's corpse and 
his hand reaches up and grabs me. He bellows in a deep voice," 
your mine, you naughty little boy." Yeah, like that's really gonna 
happen.

Chapter 2


	7:00 and my day sucked already. I regretted having to get up 
so early. And once I was up, the first thing my mom did was 
started to get on my case.
	"I made you some coffee. Do your chores, and get dressed cuz 
we don't have too much time to waste. And check on Julie for me."
	I poked my head into my sister's room. She was still asleep, 
and some of the color was back in her face. At least she wasn't 
bothering me today, and for that I was thankful. I then went into 
the kitchen and saw some coffee set out. Thanks, mom. I drank it, 
showered, and got dressed pretty damn quickly. I looked pretty 
slick wearing a suit. I also packed some stuff.
	"Hey Tom," called my sister.
	"What are you doing up?"
	"I'm better now," she said. She then began coughing a lot. 
"But not well enough."
	"Sorry you can't go," I said. "But it'll probably suck 
anyway. I don't plan to be doing much of anything."
	"I had a nightmare last night," she said. Normally I would 
have told her that she'd have another one if she looked in the 
mirror, but I had a feeling we had the same dream. "It was this 
dead guy reaching up and grabbing me."
	"Well ain't that weird," I said and walked out to the car. 
The ride to service took forever, as did the service itself. As my 
great uncle was on my dad's side (they were all rich assholes, my 
dad and his brother being the exception to disprove the rule), I 
saw very few people whom I got along with. This was going to be 
just fuckin' great, yeah. By the time we were done at the 
cemetery, I felt like shooting myself. I didn't want to offend 
anyone, but I'd have been happier if Uncle Wendell died in some 
far off South American prison and nobody heard about it. Bad 
thought I know, but he's probably at peace right now. After all, 
he got off easy not having to listen to his own funeral.
	At long last it was over, and my mom gave me a ride to my 
great Aunt Mildred's estate. The place was a fuckin' mansion! The 
house looked huge, it had a big pool, some phat iron gates around 
it, and some nice greenery, although I didn't care about the 
flowers. By the time we got there, Aunt Mildred was already inside 
waiting.
	"Well have fun," said my mom. "And behave."
	"Yeah," I said, then waved goodbye. I walked up the walkway 
and rang the doorbell. I half expected some snooty old English 
butler to open the door and ask what my business was here. 
Instead, it was a maid.
	"Ye most be Tom Morrow," she said. She had a bit of an 
accent, probably Scottish by the sound of it. "Tha missus is 
waiten for ye thataway."
	"Thanks."
	I entered a parlor and found my Aunt Mildred sitting down in 
a chair facing me. She didn't look as pathetic and decrepit as I 
thought she would be. She was old, but she still had signs of 
life. And she dressed pretty nicely.
	"Hi," I said.
	"Come here and give your aunt a hug," she said. It sounded 
more like a command then an act of love. I did so nonetheless, and 
she didn't seem quiet as cold. "The last I saw of you, you were 
about 2." Oh God, what's she going to do next, pinch my cheeks? 
"That was a long time ago. Look, your practically a man now. Old 
enough to do many things and get into all kind of mischief." More 
then you'd like to know. "I can tell you're a troublemaker just by 
the looks of you, but even a troublemaker can have a good heart. 
Let's see if you can stay out of trouble this weekend."
	"Yes ma'am," I said.
	"Quite polite, but you can't call me Aunt Millie if you 
want." I can call you Queen Asscrack too, but you wouldn't like 
that as much, would you? "All I ask of you are a few simple 
things: obey my rules and show me some respect. For while I am up 
there in years, I haven't lost my marbles yet. And I know you're 
just dying to get into my will." This lady wasn't as dumb as I 
thought. "Molly will show you to your room."
	"Come along, lad," said the maid. I followed her upstairs, 
and what I found was a mini apartment. Pretty nice, and a whole 
hell of a lot better then my own home. It had it's own bathroom 
too. "Ef ya be needin enythin, ya let me know."
	"OK." I said, hiding my excitement. This was paradise!

Chapter 3


	As I soon found out, even paradise was flawed. The place was 
like a museum. It had many rooms and corridors, which were off 
limits to me. It also had a lot of ugly-ass old paintings and 
virtually no electronic stuff. There was 1 small screen TV, and it 
belonged to my aunt for her use 'from time to time'. I could tell 
it wasn't much.
	Aunt Mildred was also pretty damn strict. She kept on telling 
me things until I thought my ears would fall off, but I remained 
calm. After all, her years were numbered.
	I retreated to my room and pulled out some of the stuff I had 
with me. I packed a copy of the robbery plan, but made sure it was 
well concealed. I also had my cell phone and gave a call to Ed.
	"Pick up, you dumb fuck," I spoke into the telephone. After a 
moment, there was a very scratchy voice.
	"Tom, how could you say that to your own mother?"
	"The last time I checked, my mom wasn't a loser named Ed 
O'Neil."
	"Damn, and I thought I sounded pretty good."
	"How's everything over there?"
	"Your mom's out shopping."
	"And my sister?"
	"Best sex I ever had."
	"Yeah, but she's probably had better. How is she?"
	"Almost back to her normal bitchy self."
	"Good."
	"You know, your mom still thinks I'm an OK person. Then 
again, I haven't done anything really bad to her face."
	"Yeah, you wouldn't be able to fool my aunt. She takes one 
look at me and thinks I'm the devil. And everything in her house 
is archaic, including her."
	"I'd just love to be there suffering with you..."
	"Suffering my ass, this place is a mansion. The room I got 
now is bigger then your entire house."
	"No shit."
	"I speak the truth. Look, I'll call later. And no peeps over 
at my house. One impromptu party, and my mom will be pissed at the 
both of us."
	"Later."
	"Peace out."
	Shortly after I hung up the phone, I heard Molly call, "ye'd 
bettah worsh up fa supper, yong sir."
	"OK." I wasn't looking to much forward to dinner. As far as I 
was concerned, no food beat fries and a hamburger. As I was 
walking down the long, winding staircase, I nearly tripped and 
fell the rest of the way down. At the foot of the stairs stood one 
of the hottest sluts my eyes would ever meet. And she looked rich, 
too! She was dressed in expensive clothes that still revealed 
quite a bit of her figure (and it was quit a figure, including 
those 36D or so tits), and her blond hair (you can just barely 
tell it had been dyed) rested comfortably on her shoulders. Maybe 
this won't be bad after all.
	"Hurry up, Thomas," called my aunt. Maybe, or then again 
maybe not. I strolled casually down the stairs and it was at that 
point when the woman spoke.
	"Don't let any of what she says get to you." Her voice was 
nice too. "She's just old and malcontent."
	"Yeah, I guess anybody would be."
	"I'm Vanessa," she said. "You must be Tom."
	"Yup." I looked for something funny to say next when she 
broke my concentration.
	"Something on your mind?"
	"Yeah, it's kind of a shame we're related somehow."
	She smiled, but did not blush. "Only indirectly. Besides, I'm 
a bit old for you anyway."
	"You don't look more then 25 or so."
	"I'm 27, thank you. And you are?"
	"16 1/2," I said. I felt like adding, "but I'm more of a man 
then any rich prick you've ever wasted yourself with."
	"Well that's a good age," she said. "Come, let's eat."
	We ate in the kitchen, as the dining room table was a 
freakin' mile long. The kitchen table was still plenty long 
though. What I had to eat was interesting. It wasn't something 
ultra fancy but it didn't feel like home cooking either. It was a 
piece of pan-fried meat that tasted like hamburger, and was called 
Salisbury stake. I also got a glass of water (soda was forbidden; 
it allegedly causes acne) to go with it. Not bad, but the water 
tasted a little funny. Guess that's cuz it's all purified and 
shit.
	Following dinner I did not know what to do with myself. I 
couldn't watch TV, I couldn't go out with my friends, and I 
couldn't even do any chores. Out of sheer boredom, I visited the 
library (yes, she had a library), and looked for something 
comprehensible. I decided upon Captain's Corageous by Rudyard 
Kipling. It was about a dumbass rich kid who fell overboard on his 
cruise liner and got picked up by a fishing ship. He got put to 
work and became a man, and by the time he returned, he was rich at 
mind and body. Maybe Wendell should have read that one over a few 
times. Then again, maybe I should have as well.
	Vanessa walked in at that moment and scared the hell outta 
me. She looked surprised to see me reading, and she told me so.
	"Hey just cuz I'm poor don't mean I'm dumb. How else you 
think I'm alive?"
	"I'm sorry, it's just that I thought you considered yourself 
to be self made and didn't have much use for learning."
	"I'm learning all the time. You have to if you want to 
survive, but you wouldn't know that, would you?" I looked into her 
eyes. She looked a little scared, but definitely not shaken. 
"Sorry, I just am not used to dealing with 'privileged' people."
	"How's that?"
	"Well, and I don't mean to stereotype, I either almost always 
get their pity or their grief. I'm also pissed off cuz my dad, God 
rest his drunk pathetic soul, had some money and respect behind 
his name, and he blew it. He blew his life, and he blew mine too."
	"That's not a very nice way of looking at it."
	"It's the truth. It may sound like a lei to you..."
	"I know more then you think, Tom."
	I put down the book at that point and looked at her. Not 
stared, just looked. Like I was reading her instead of the book. 
There was some well hidden feeling in her, I just didn't know what 
it was yet. Pity? Kindness? Hatred? Well, I'd find out soon 
enough. "Guess I'll see you tomorrow," I said. She grinned and 
waved.
	I retreated to my room, dug out my Walkman and loaded up some 
rap to help me unwind a little bit. It wasn't but 10:00 when 
Mildred paid me a visit. "What are we up to here?" she asked.
	"Appreciating the musical arts," I said.
	She looked at me with a hmmph! The informed me it was time to 
get ready for bed.
	"It's only 10:00," I said.
	"I'm aware, but I have my rules and you shall follow them. 
Here, take some water first."
	I took the glass, drank it, thanked her, and begrudgingly 
turned off the lights until I was satisfied she was gone and out 
of sight. Fuckin' old bitch and her rules can shove it, I thought. 
Damn, this water tasted weird. Well, it wasn't poison or it would 
have killed me by now. There was a balcony outside, and I stepped 
out onto it to grab a smoke. Of course, I'd be dead if anybody 
saw, but I was careful. I also decided it was about time I called 
Ed.
	"How's it going with Mrs. Moneybags?"
	"Mrs. Moneybags can shove it, her and her damn rules and 
ideas. How's it over there?"
	"Fine. You're mom got back."
	"Then what are you doing there still?"
	"Like I said, she's nice to me. She lets me stay."
	"This is starting to sound fucked up. Julie better?"
	"Yup. She's asleep. Bitch didn't give me any problems all day 
long."
	"Speakin of bitches, guess what I found?"
	"What's that?"
	"Apparently I have a 27 year old distant cousin named Vanessa 
who is one hot-ass little whore."
	"How distant?"
	"My thoughts exactly." As soon as I said this, I heard a bit 
of shuffling and darted back not the room. Nothing. Then more 
shuffling. It sounded like it was coming form the adjacent room. I 
walked back onto the balcony and peaked in the window slightly. 
When I did, I almost plunged over the rail. There was Vanessa, 
bare-ass naked and dressing for bed.
	"You there?" asked Ed.
	"Yeah, keep it down. You are no going to believe this, but I 
just got a glimpse of Vanessa undressing next door."
	"Fuck, I wish I had long range binoculars. So how is she?"
	"Let's just say with all the money she's got, she still 
couldn't afford a better body. And she shaved her twat."
	"Why?"
	"Why do some guys shave their crotch?"
	"Cuz their fags?"
	"Cuz it itches. I dunno, maybe it's some sophisticated 
European style thing but the fact it I'm looking at it right now."
	"You don't happen to have a camera?"
	"I wish."
	"Anyway, you set for the store?"
	"Yeah. Call Matt and tell him to get his crew ready. I'd 
better go to sleep before I get caught doing something I'm not 
supposed to."
	"Have fun at that gathering thing."
	"Good night and get the fuck outta my house."
	I dove back inside, closed the shutter doors, made sure 
nobody saw or heard anything then gradually began shedding 
clothes. When I was naked and there was a towel nearby, I recalled 
the image of Vanessa from my mind and started jerking off 
furiously. I didn't want to break the bed, so I toned it down a 
bit.
	I finally got to sleep at around midnight. Though this kept 
getting better and better, I had a bad feeling about it tomorrow. 
I also had another dream. Wendell kept calling me and wouldn't 
shut up...until I ran and ran and at last ran off the edge of the 
world. Even though you're dead, we're bonding already, old man.

Chapter 4

	I slept pretty well. Hell, fuck that, I slept great. It was 
nice to be sleeping in a place where the mattress ain't 15 years 
old. However, when I woke up I noticed something was wrong. I was 
wet. At first I thought it was some cum that I'd forgotten to 
clean up, but I then realized it wasn't. I'd wet the fuckin' bed. 
That, I thought, was impossible, but it happened. I'm 16. I ain't 
supposed to be wetting the bed. The last time I did, I was....say, 
I can't even remember it's so long ago.
	I didn't hesitate in cleaning up. I took all the sheets off 
(fortunately, the mattress wasn't soaked), brought them into the 
bathroom and started washing them. Damn, I know what it was. It 
was the water. Aunt Mildred must have put something in the water. 
Oh, Millie, you bitch, if you think you're pinning this on me and 
makin' me look stupid...
	"Just whot are ye up ta?" Molly called from the doorway. 
Shit!
	"What does it look like?"
	"Ya made a mess o tha sheets. Give em ta me, sonny."
	"Here." She scowled at me and began to walk off. "Ah'm a 
tellin tha missus." The hell you are!
	At that moment Vanessa woke up and I calmed down a bit. 
"Something going on?" she asked.
	"Nothin'."
	"Quite the contrary, Thomas," said my aunt in a sharp, high 
pitched voice. "It appears you wet the bed like an infant and made 
a mess of everything.
	Vanessa looked at me with a quizzical smile. Was she in on 
this? I hoped not. "Really?"
	"Yeah, but...."
	"Well, I should have expected saw as much from an uncouth boy 
such as yourself....."
	"Of course you expected it, your probably put something in 
the water that made me do that!"
	"That's absurd! Now keep your voice down and get yourself 
dressed. We shall discuss what to do about you later!"
	I wanted to argue more, but there was a certain finality in 
her voice. Vanessa just stood there looking at me. "Too bad," she 
said. "I was beginning to think you were a nice young man."
	"Look, it ain't...isn't my fault, OK?"
	"Whether it is or isn't, you deserved it," she said. Oh crap, 
she knew about last night! I decided to shut up and get going. I 
took a shower, made sure my bladder was empty, and got dressed. I 
was supposed to dress casual, but given this group, casual would 
mean dressing up in my terms. So I met in the middle and wore some 
Dockers and a button down polo.
	The event, what ever it may be, was outside on the front 
lawn. I walked past my aunt on the way out there, and she didn't 
say a word. She just looked at me with a hardened, malicious 
stare. Right back at ya, bitch!
	It turned out this mass gathering was a picnic. There were 
mostly kids there, but the ages ranged from as young as 1 to as 
old as 33. I felt out of place and wasn't up for listening to any 
of my cousins' bragging, so I stayed more or less by myself.
	"Are you lost?" asked my cousin,, I think his name was 
Cameron.
	"No, I'm Tom. Lost is thataway." He didn't get it.
	"I see you seem a little out of place."
	"I am out of place."
	"I thought you were Tom?" It was funny the first time, now 
don't kill it, you bastard.
	"Yeah, whatever."
	"No need for that attitude." You haven't seen an attitude 
yet, pal. He walked away and left me to my misery. A few moments 
later, I was interrupted yet again.
	"Hi," said my cousin Veronica. "You look a little lonely."
	"I guess you could say that."
	"You're Tom, right?"
	"I'm infamous already."
	"Don't let my brother Cam bother you too much. His ego's a 
lot bigger then his balls." That was actually pretty funny, and I 
was surprised somebody like Veronica would say it. She was a few 
months younger then me, well off but not as rich as my aunt, and 
decent looking. Not hot, but not too ugly either.
	"I ain't worried about Cam or those other kids," I said. "I'm 
worried about that one over there." I pointed at Vanessa. "If she 
says anything about me, don't listen, it's a lie."
	"Vanessa has been known to lie before."
	"Manipulative bitch, and Aunt Mildred is worse."
	"So what do you think this thing is about?"
	"I dunno."
	"We're going to find out."
	Just then, some lawyer type guy asked for everyone attention 
and began giving one long-ass speech. He expressed his 
condolences, even though have of us didn't even know Wendell. He 
then went on to how great Wendell was. The son of a bitch owned a 
lot of stock all over the place, and loved to be famous. We were 
each entitled to a decent cut in his assets provided we do one 
thing: dedicate the single most important thing that we accomplish 
this week to him. It was an unusual request, but for money I 
wasn't about to turn it down.
	"Gee Tom, you don't seem very hungry," said Vanessa, who 
meandered over.
	"I don't care how rich you are, you whore, but if you say 
anything, I'll fuck you up so bad....."
	"You talk big, but apparently you can't be if you w...."
	"What's going on?" asked Veronica.
	"You'll find out soon enough," said Vanessa before she walked 
away again. I decided I'd better tell her myself before Vanessa 
manipulated it a bit.
	"You want to know?"
	"Yes."
	"Then keep it to yourself, OK. Here's what happened. Last 
night, I stepped onto the balcony, smoked a cigarette (I wasn't 
going to make this look any prettier then it was), and called home 
to see how everyone was. While I was doing that, I heard some 
noise from the room next to mine, so I peaked in and I saw Vanessa 
undressing."
	"No wonder she's mad."
	"It was an accident, I swear. Anyway, she said she's going to 
do something later, even though that doesn't bother me. The 
interesting thing she probably doesn't want me telling people is 
she shaved her........"
	"No way," said Veronica. She looked over in Vanessa's 
direction and began to laugh.
	"Yup. That's the way it was." I omitted my bedwetting 
incident for obvious reasons.
	"Why haven't you had anything to drink?" she asked.
	"Knowing her, she'd poison it."
	"Well, I'll get something for you and I won't poison it, OK?"
	"Thanks." This girl was all right so far."
	She handed me a soda (yes, there was soda), and I eagerly 
drank it. It tasted normal. I felt I owed her something, so I 
decided to pay it off by listening to her stuck up relatives. And 
I listened until I couldn't take it anymore. Bailey was talking 
about how he was getting a scholarship and how he was captain of 
the school rowing team, and so on, and so on.
	"Hey smart guy," I said. "What do you do if the boat 
capsizes?"
	"Swim."
	"What if, say an alligator is biting your leg?"
	"There are no...."
	"Answer it!"
	"Well, umm..."
	"Guess they didn't tell you that one , did they. Well, you 
have an oar, so why don't you just take it and whack it over the 
head. What's it going to do, spit out your leg so it can bite it 
again?"
	Everyone was now looking at me and grinning. Bailey turned 
red and spoke no more. I now felt more in place, but 
unfortunately, I had no time to capitalize upon it. The 
celebration had ended. As I walked up to the house, I noticed that 
Vanessa and Mildred were inside waiting for me. They were pissed 
as hell, and I would soon find out what they had in store for me. 
What ever it was, they could stick it up their asses. Make that 
shaved ass for Vanessa.

Chapter 5

	I knew I was in for it, but I wasn't sure what it was. And 
while I wasn't afraid of anything, I wanted to know what I was in 
for. When I walked in, everyone sort of stared at me. No words 
were said by either them or myself for several moments. Then Aunt 
Mildred spoke up.
	"Thomas, your behavior has been inexcusable," she began. "You 
have proven to be a vulgar, ungrateful little child." Yeah, and 
your perfect? "I am well aware of your activities. Smoking 
cigarettes? Listening to that awful garbage you call rap? And 
worst of all, you managed to wet the bed. What kind of child 
beyond the age of 3 wets the bed?" I was about to give her en 
explanation, but she just kept right on talking. "It is obvious 
you have far more problems then you exhibit here. It must be tough 
for your poor mother."
	At that pint, Vanessa just had to jump in. "That isn't the 
worst of it, Aunt Mildred. He saw me naked last night. He was 
spying on me!"
	Aunt Mildred became more bitter and scornful then ever. "If 
you have anything to say in your defense, say it now." My turn, 
finally.
	"Aright, here it is. I don't know what you were expecting 
when I came here, but I came bringing my best. If that isn't good 
enough for you, too bad. First, so what if I smoke? I don't smoke 
in front of anyone else and I clean up the ashes. Second, nobody's 
asking you to compare Tupac Shakur to some guy like Beethoven. 
It's what I like. I'm pretty sure your parents disapproved when 
you were listening to Louis Armstrong back in the day. And third, 
I was not spying on you, Vanessa. I went onto the balcony for a 
cigarette and a moment away from all this oppression. I heard some 
noise, so I looked in. That's pretty much how it is, and you can't 
manipulate that. Now as for wetting the bed, don't even try to 
blame me for that. You put something in the water that made me do 
it, and you know damn well. You think I'd do something like that 
intentionally? Hey, I got dignity. I'll go as far as to pay you 
for the sheets and get out of your 'estate', but I'm not taking 
this anymore."
	"I'm afraid you will have to take it," said Mildred.
	"Yeah, why?"
	"Your mother has requested that you stay here for the 
weekend. I shall fulfill that request."
	"Aright, fine I'll stay. However, don't expect a lot of 
respect. You think I'm bad, you haven't seen nothin' yet."
	"I intend to correct your behavior before you get the 
opportunity."
	"How do you plan to do that?"
	"Since it is obvious you can't control yourself just like a 
baby, you shall therefore be treated as one."
	"Hey lady, I'm 16. Unless you got something to reverse time, 
it ain't gonna happen. Cya!" As I began to walk away, she clutched 
my arm firmly.
	"You are correct. However, I believe a weekend of diapers, 
force-feeding, and being locked in a crib will have a marvelous 
effect...."
	"You're fuckin' nuts."
	"Relish the opportunity to employ such a foul tongue while 
you still have it."
	"Bitch, what you gonna do? You think cuz your rich and old, 
I'm going to kiss your ass? Hell no, it don't work that way. I'm 
Tom Morrow, and I'm a man. Yeah, a man. And unless your Sable, 
ain't no woman gonna take me on and win."
	"We shall see." She was still clutching my arm, so I shoved 
her off (without hurting her). I then stormed off to my room to 
retrieve my things. No sooner did I open the door then I feel a 
painful buzzing sensation near my hand. They stuck some kind of 
needle on the doorknob. Well, I ain't lettin' that stop me. I 
marched forward, rather woozy. The drug sure was fast acting. 
Despite my determination and strength, I collapsed into the 
corner.
	"Your not so tough," said Vanessa, as she Mildred and Molly 
entered the room.
	"You dumb cunt," I said, rising to my feet to strike her. I 
started to get up, then felt myself slipping, and nearly fell 
right back down.
	"We'd better get going while the sedative is still active. 
Molly, your assistance please."
	The two of them closed in on me. I initially started 
thrashing against them, but I found myself missing and getting 
increasingly dizzy. They at last secured me, and put me in a 
position so I was bent over the bed. Next, they took some leather 
cord and tied each of my hands to the bedposts. This was more 
serious then I thought.
	Molly handed Mildred a paddle and she went to work spanking 
me. I had a high threshold and didn't even flinch. By the time she 
tired herself out, it started to sting. "Vanessa, perhaps you 
would like a try at this," she said.
	"Certainly," she said, assuming command of the paddle. She 
hit much harder, and with much more vigor. After 50 or so swats it 
was hurting me and I started cursing the living daylights out of 
them. "You're muthafuckin dead, you hear me..." The remedied this 
by taking a ball-type gag that fit much like a pacifier and 
shoving it in my mouth. They fastened it in place, and Vanessa 
continued her torment. I was determined not to break down and cry. 
Hell, I was even able to crack a smile for a little bit. But after 
100 strokes of the paddle by each of the two woman, I'd had 
enough. I didn't break out bawling, but a couple of tears began to 
streak from my cheeks.
	"Crying just like a baby is he?" asked Mildred. "Come now, 
let's proceed to get this filthy child cleaned up. Molly, prepare 
the room if you will."
	"Aye," she answered. Then, directing her comment at me. "Ah 
guess yall be a peepin Tom na more."
	Mildred then reached over to unfasten those binding 
restraints. No matter how down I was, I was sure she would get it. 
I got myself ready to tear her fuckin' head off. As soon as both 
my hands were free, I whirled around and grabbed her by the 
throat. She let out a little shriek, but then Vanessa kicked me in 
the balls. Needless to say it hurt like hell.
	They dragged me off to the bathroom and drew a warm bath for 
me. Then, they began to undress me. I wasn't too embarrassed as I 
had a lot to flaunt down there and even some high-riding bitch 
like Vanessa couldn't dis me on that. After I was completely 
naked, they took out the gag and tossed me into the bath. The 
water was burning hot and I didn't like it too much. To make 
things worse, they started to scrub me from head to toe. To top it 
all off, they threw some herbal essence bath shit into the water, 
and it left me smelling like a fruit factory.
	I began looking around for some way to get out of this, and 
was a bit frustrated when I could fine none. "This won't do," said 
Mildred, pointing in the direction of my cock. What's she gonna 
do, castrate me? "Babies don't have hair down there."
	Vanessa took some cream and began to rub it into my privates. 
It felt really good, especially after she hit me enough times. 
Next she took a razor and started removing some excess hair. "It'd 
be a shame if I slipped," she said. If she did, I'd take the razor 
and slit her throat. After I was smooth down there, I had woken up 
a bit. The drug had worn off. Payback time.
	"I know what your thinking," said Vanessa. "But don't try it. 
There's a lot worse things we can still do to you."
	"If you're willing to get hurt doing them," I told her. I 
took a towel, dried myself, then held it out and whipped it into 
the air. "How'd you like getting your ass whipped?"
	In a brief flash of a moment, Mildred lunged forth and 
handcuffed me to the towel bar. I was surprised the old woman 
could move so fast. "Now you are to cooperate, or we shall punish 
your further."
	The two of them left me alone naked and somewhat helpless for 
a moment before returning with an enema. I knew my ass would be 
hurting like hell in a few seconds, so I tried to think about 
something pleasant (sex, weed, the Red Sox, anything) while they 
shoved it up there.
	"We'd better get him diapered," said Mildred. "Quickly!"
	Vanessa took some rash creme and rubbed a generous amount all 
over me. It was a major turn on. "You'll be needing it," she said. 
She then poured on some powder while Aunt Mildred handed her a 
disposable diaper. It looked like a Pampers, only a lot bigger. 
Vanessa taped it on me. "We're not done yet." Next, she took some 
scissors and poked holes in the front of it. On top of that 
diaper, she pinned on 10 or so thick cloth diapers, and topped it 
of with a pair of plastic baby pants that had a lock on it.
	Mildred looked me over approvingly then reached for the key 
to the handcuffs. I was going to cripple the old bitch for sure. 
She unlocked me very slowly and warned me that I best stay still. 
I was beginning to wonder what other tricks she had up her 
sleeves. It turned out that she was going to try to bind me with a 
pair of mittens.
	"Put these on," she ordered. I smiled. I figured I'd get her 
pissed off before I mangled her.
	"Make me."
	"I am not going to tell you again. Put them on, or you will 
regret it."
	"The only thing I regret is meeting you. Now I'm warnin' you, 
old lady, get the fuck away from me before I do something along 
the lines of killing you." Her eyes widened. "Not much you can do 
about that, is there." She shook her head. I heard Vanessa 
laughing. "What's so fuckin' funny?"
	"I don't see how far away from here you're going to get with 
those diapers locked on you. You look like a big baby."
	I grabbed her and threw her against the wall. "Gimme the key, 
bitch."
	"You want the key?" she managed to ask. Her voice was 
trembling. "Then go get it." With that, she took the key and threw 
it in the direction of the toilet. As soon as I saw it leave her 
hands, I dove after it. It was a pretty stupid move, because as 
soon as I caught it, Mildred slapped the mittens on me. I couldn't 
make use of my hands.
	"You fuckin'..." I began. I was interrupted when a large 
oversized pacifier was jammed in my mouth and fastened shut.
	"That shall be enough of your foul tongue," said Mildred. The 
two ladies picked me up and escorted em to a room that was 
decorated like a nursery. Only the crib was big enough to contain 
me.
	"All set, ma'am," said Molly.
	"Good. Let's get him in."
	Molly unlocked the top of the crib, and it took all 3 ladies 
to force me in there. As soon I was down on my stomach, they got 
to work making sure I'd stay there. First, they took a piece of 
cord and attached it from the crib to my mittens. Then, they 
secured my legs. Finally, they closed the top and left me there, 
laughing as they left.
	As soon as they were gone, I got working on my escape. I 
gathered up all my energy, and thrashed against the restraints. 
The crib shook but nothing came loose (except for maybe my arm 
from my socket, it hurt like hell). I was getting ready to try 
again when I felt a very sharp pain in my abdomen. Before I could 
do anything, I let loose and took a shit in my diapers. Great. So 
now I was stuck here in my own filth at the mercy of two very 
vindictive women.

Chapter 6

	Eventually, I must have fallen asleep because when I last 
came to, the two whores and Molly were standing over me. My eyes 
grew narrow with hatred when I saw them. "Well, it looks like he's 
been effective use of his diapers," said Mildred.
	"Yes, just like a baby," said Vanessa. "I wonder if he would 
like to be changed?"
	Of course I did, and they knew that. Then I remembered this 
was supposed to be a type of sick game. Maybe I had to cry if I 
wanted to be changed. Well, I was keeping my dignity.
	"I suppose not. We shall come back later. In the meantime, 
let's see to it that he doesn't get too comfortable."
	How could it get any worse, I thought. I was sorry I asked. 
They force fed me a bottle full of vile tasting liquid, then, hand 
covered with a rubber glove, Vanessa reached into my diapers and 
shoved a suppository up my ass. She gave my balls a little squeeze 
as she did.
	Within 5 minutes after she left me, I was even more wet and 
messy then before. As disgusting as this was, I wasn't about to 
give into this so-called punishment. My dad used to hit me worse 
then this, and well, he's dead so I guess I got the better of him. 
I began thinking about home again. Julie was feeling better again, 
Ed was probably bothering my mom, and the rest of the guys were 
all out getting drunk or with their girlfriends. That was where I 
belonged, not here tied to a crib like a baby.
	"But you are a baby!"
	Wendell's voice again.
	"What the fuck do you want?" I thought.
	"This is for your own good you know. You were never raised 
right."
	"Yeah, well it's too late to change that, and if you think 
doing this to me is supposed to be therapeutic, then your outta 
your mind."
	"Tom, try to enjoy it. Right now you may wish to do 
everything yourself, but when you grow older, you get worn out. 
You learn to appreciate the help of others. There has never been 
any shame in asking for help where it's needed."
	"This isn't help, this is punishment!"
	"Vanessa might think so and Millie might say so, but no this 
is not."
	"Then what is it?"
	"A chance to save your life."
	"From what? Do I got cancer or something?"
	"No, but you are going to get yourself killed unless you let 
somebody help you. I died a happy man. Do you know why?"
	"Why's that, Uncle."
	"Because Millie was at my side caring for me. My last few 
days, I was so weak that Millie might as well have been caring for 
a baby. But I died happily. Not miserably and alone just so I 
could claim I was tough."
	"So? What's your point?"
	"Try to enjoy this. And remember. I'll be watching."
	I thought about that for a moment. I wasn't going to 
hypnotize myself into thinking this could be a possible 
experience, but I let Wendell's words into my mind. Being bitter 
about this wasn't getting em anywhere. So suppose I went along 
with it. It'd go faster, and when I got out.....
	"Look's like he's up," said Mildred.
	"Good," said Vanessa. "I was just about to take baby Tommy 
for a little walk."
	"Maybe we should change him first."
	"No Aunt Millie, he doesn't deserve a changing."
	"Well, in that case, don't be out with him too long."
	They unlocked the crib and then took down all my restraints. 
They left the mittens and the pacifier in place. I could have 
probably killed them right there and then, but I was just glad to 
be free. My wrists and ankles hurt like hell.
	Mildred offered her hand, and I used it to climb out of the 
crib. I may have been hallucinating, but I thought I saw the old 
bat smile for a moment. She commanded me to stay still, and for 
once I listened. From a closet, she produced a babyish onesie and 
put it on me. It could have been worse, and at least my diapers 
weren't showing
	Vanessa then took a small leash and attached it to my 
mittens. She grabbed hold of the other end and dragged me along 
slowly. "We're going for a walk," she said.
	
Chapter 7

	I didn't know what she was up to, but I knew we were doing a 
little more then going for a walk. The moment we got outside, that 
formerly pristine and proper young lady turned into almost any 
other bitch I'd ever met.
	"This is what you get for spying on me, you bad boy!"
	"I already told you, it was a goddamn accident!"
	"I saw the way you looked at me, Tom Morrow. I am your 
cousin, and you are a pervert."
	"Don't give me this, you were practically asking for it."
	She tugged hard on the leash and I nearly fell down. "You men 
are all alike. You see something that you want and then you keep 
whining until you get it. Well, this is one toy you won't get no 
matter how much you whine."
	She was giving herself way too much credit. I didn't want her 
that much to begin with, and now I wanted her even less. It then 
occurred to me that she probably didn't even look that good and 
most of it was plastic surgery. After all, she could definitely 
afford it.
	Vanessa brought me out by my cousins and tied my leash to a 
tree. Everyone abruptly stopped what they were doing to stare at 
me. "Baby Tommy has been a bad boy and now he's being punished."
	"What did you do?" Bailey asking me, chuckling and trying to 
hide a very annoying smirk.
	"He wet the bed," said Vanessa. Everyone now broke into 
laughter at my expense. I remained silent and tried to think of 
someplace else. However, being tied to a tree in a strange place 
wearing a wet and soiled diaper with your own cousins laughing at 
you isn't an easy experience to shake from one's mind.
	Veronica looked at me and she was laughing as well. "Did poor 
baby wet his didee?" she taunted. I didn't answer. "Oh that's 
right, baby's don't talk."
	Vanessa was enjoying this little exhibition very much. "Can I 
change him, Vanessa?"
	"I was going to change him right here in front of everyone so 
they can get a good look at the messy baby, but if you want to, go 
ahead,. It might be more embarrassing for him."
	Fuck this, ain't anybody on my side here? I was untied from 
the tree and led inside again, temporarily escaping my 
persecutors. Mildred looked at me with a somber expression. No 
sympathy there.
	I was led back to the nursery and told to lie down on a 
changing table. As soon as I did so, my legs, arms, and abdomen 
were clamped down with restraints and a pacifier was shoved back 
in my mouth.
	"Leave me alone a second with him," said Vanessa.
	"OK," Veronica answered and left the room. Vanessa then 
lifted up her skirt and pulled down her expensive panties.
	"Take a good look, because you'll never, ever get to touch 
this."
	My dick was very hard by this point, but I couldn't do a 
single thing to relieve it. It was torture I tell you. Fuckin' 
torture, and Vanessa knew it. She re-clothed and left me to 
Veronica.
	The girl knelt, stood over me and looked into my eyes. She 
had a smile that was neither friendly nor malicious. She took her 
fingers and ran them through my hair. I hated when people did 
that! I was wondering what torture she had in mind.
	"I can't believe you actually wet the bed," she said. 
"Mildred has a habit of not tolerating anything, and that includes 
bedwetting. I almost feel sorry for you."
	I let out a low grunt, and she at last took the pacifier out.
	"The only reason I wet the bed is because they spiked my 
drink! And if you don't get off I'll...."
	"Shhh! Are you serious?"
	"Would I lie?"
	"Why do I think Vanessa's behind this?"
	"Good guess, care to try for two?"
	"I'm sorry I made fun of you, this isn't your fault. Don't 
worry, we'll get her back though."
	"Well thanks. Are you going to take these damn straps off or 
what?"
	"After I change you, I will."
	OK, she wasn't letting em out of diapers, but it was a start. 
Veronica took the key unlocked my plastic pants and almost vomited 
when the odor hit her. I felt a bit embarrassed even though it 
wasn't exactly my fault. Girls have told me that I've reeked of 
alcohol, cigarettes and spilled blood, but never of my own shit.
	Once she got all the diapers off, she was faced with the 
unpleasant task of wiping me. She took a deep breath then started 
to clean my ass. Once I was clean, she took some of this lotion 
stuff and rubbed it into me. I couldn't help but grow hard, and 
she noticed. She began to stroke me until I shot. She wiped the 
come off of her fingers, put some powder one me, and then another 
set of diapers.
	"Please tell me there's no lock on this one," I said.
	"There is, but I have the key," she said. She took the key 
and put it in her bra. Nice touch, I do confess.
	"Now, about that revenge?"
	
Chapter 8

	Veronica and I returned to my former room and walked out onto 
the balcony. Vanessa was in her room. She was holding a picture of 
me in baby attire (must have been taken while I was asleep), and 
she was laughing. "I showed him all right," she said. I then got 
to see Vanessa naked for the 3rd time (making her a liar) as she 
stepped into the shower.
	"OK, now," said Veronica. I dove into her open window and ran 
into the bathroom. There was a purple robe hanging on a hook which 
I promptly noticed and snatched. Vanessa took note of my presence 
and she screamed.
	"You little bastard!"
	She grabbed for a towel, but couldn't find one. At last, she 
got out of the shower and started to chase after me...completely 
naked. I stood at her doorway and waved the robe. "Toro."
	She ran after me right according to plan. When I got to the 
stairs, I hopped on the railing and slid. It was something I 
always wanted to do. When I got to the bottom, she was still in 
hot pursuit. I abruptly turned left and disappeared around the 
corner. She turned right, and walked right past Aunt Mildred.
	"Vanessa!" she cried. "Good heavens, you're naked."
	"I know that!" she screamed. "Where is that little shit?"
	"I will not have that language!"
	Vanessa ignored her and turned the other way. Millie followed 
her. She marched right down to the nursery expecting to find it 
empty. Instead, she found Veronica sitting in a rocking chair and 
she saw me sitting up in the crib. Her eyes bulged out.
	"What is the meaning of this?!" Mildred demanded.
	"I..uh.." Too late, she had lost it.
	"I will not stand for this blatant exhibitionism. You like to 
be en la natural so much, then you shall. You are to remain 
without clothes for the rest of the day."
	"But people will see me!"
	"Too bad. Now apologize to your cousins."
	"No!"
	"You're not too old to be spanked."
	"I'm sorry."
	"Good."
	Mildred walked out, calm and serene once more. It was as if 
she was 30 years younger all at once, then returned to being 
however the hell old she was. It was something I just couldn't 
explain.
	Once she was gone, Vanessa began a fit of rage. "How?" she 
asked. "How did you do it?"
	"This is one old fuckin' house," I said. "And if the movies 
don't lie, old houses got secret passages. I can also outrun 
anybody in Boston. And I knew you couldn't stand me seeing you 
naked. So I put all those together and got this plan. Pretty 
fuckin' cool."
	"You....," she began, then turned to Veronica, who was hiding 
a faint smile. "And you were with him!"
	"Hey, the revenge thing was my idea, leave her alone," I 
said.
	"Give me back my robe."
	"Why, you can't wear it!"
	"Just let me have it."
	I tossed the robe to her.
	"Just one thing," I said. I reached out of the crib and 
placed my hand on her tits. "Are those real?"
	She walked out of the room fuming, and Veronica and I burst 
into laughter. "That was the coolest thing I ever saw anybody do," 
she confessed.
	"Well thanks," I said, trying to be modest. "I've done worse 
back home."
	"I'm sorry if I got the wrong idea about you, Tom. You seem 
like a nice guy."
	"Yeah, and I mistook you, too. Your aright for a rich girl."
	"You mean that?"
	"Yeah."
	"People compliment me all the time, but they never mean it. 
They only say nice things so I should say something nice back. 
It's so superficial."
	"Superficial. I like that word. It sounds better then fake."
	"What's it like in South Boston?"
	"I'll tell you some other time," I said smiling. "Right now, 
I have a question."
	"Yes?"
	"How closely related are we?"
	"Not very. Through a few marriages, I think."
	"Good, cuz this crib's plenty big."
	
Chapter 9

	Sunday was about the only day of the weekend that could be 
classified as sane, though it was far from normal. Vanessa took 
her punishment poorly and as a result kept pretty far away from 
me. Though it took a lot, I was finally able to convince Mildred 
to let me out of diapers. She warned me I'd better not cause her 
an ounce more of trouble, and said that if I was good, the 
incident would disappear. It was an offer I couldn't refuse, as 
Marlon Brando would have said.
	I stayed in my room and chilled for awhile. Thought about the 
robbery that I was planning and if I should still pull it or not. 
It was stupid to think about it, of course I was going to pull it. 
However, I'd give anything not to think of the previous day.
	Around midday, I got a visitor.
	"Hi Tom," said Veronica. She surprised me by wearing jeans 
and a t-shirt and actually managed to look normal.
	"Hey," I said. "Don't you have some other place you'd rather 
be?"
	"Yes, but I got bored. We rich people have short attention 
spans."
	"Yeah, I know. And how would you want me to fix it?"
	"Tell me about yourself."
	I usually hated talking about myself, and this was no 
exception. However, I decided to tell her, even if only to satisfy 
her curiosity. I told her about what South Boston was like, and 
about my dad, and about my mother and sister and how sorry they 
looked sometimes, and about me and my friends and all the shit 
we'd been through. I though she was either not going to believe a 
word that I'd said, or be very scared by it. Turned out I was 
wrong.
	"If you could spend the rest of your life here instead of 
there, would you?" she asked.
	"Hell no," I said.
	"Why not. Compared to what you said, this is paradise."
	"Yeah, but as fucked up as it may be, my life is my life. I'd 
never adapt to this."
	"Sometimes, especially when I get dragged along to all these 
boring upscale things my parents have going, I wish I could be 
anywhere else. I'd give a million dollars sometimes just to break 
the monotony."
	"Is that why your talkin' to me? Do you think I'm like a lion 
in a fuckin' zoo? Do I interest you like that?"
	"No, but..."
	"Save it. That's exactly the reason, maybe not all of it, and 
I'm OK with it. Just know this: I don't look at you the same way. 
I look at you like a person. You don't know how good you have it, 
so start appreciating it."
	I saw tears form in her eyes, and then I realized I went too 
far. "I'm sorry," I said. I then put my arm around her to hug her 
and she shoved me off. I tried again, and this time I held her 
until she calmed down.
	"So am I," she finally said.
	"How about I tell you something that nobody else knows," I 
said eagerly.
	"Really? What?"
	"Well, I'm planning on robbing this place...." I got into how 
I was going to do it, and where, and when, but not why. Why was a 
question I had a million bullshit answers for but did not know the 
truth.
	"You know you'll wind up in jail."
	"I know," I said. "But it's worth the risk. I can't explain 
it, it just is. I get what you mean about payin' all that money to 
break the monotony now."
	"I won't tell anyone."
	"I'd appreciate it if you could just forget this entire 
weekend."
	"I will, but I can't forget you."
	I reached over and gave her a French kiss, my hands feeling 
her all over. Her hands started doing the same then abruptly 
stopped.
	"What?" I asked.
	"You're not wearing a diaper."
	"Yeah, the old bitch let me take them off."
	"I thought you looked pretty cute in diapers."
	"Look, if you really want me to, I'll go put one on. But I 
have to do it carefully. If Millie sees me wearing one, she'll 
probably think that I like wearing them and try keeping me in them 
again."
	"Well, do you like wearing them?"
	"I have to say I feel the same way about diapers as I do 
about Vegas. It's fun, but you wouldn't want to stay in there all 
the time."
	"Good analogy."
	I quietly crept into the nursery and swiped a disposable 
diaper. I had to hide in a closet while Molly was in the hallways. 
I then crept back to Veronica.
	"That was quick."
	"Would have been quicker if it wasn't for that Scottish hag," 
I said.
	"Well, aren't you going to put it on?"
	"Close the door," I said. I then started taking off my pants 
when she stopped me.
	"Actually, I'd like to put it on you if that's OK."
	"Sure, just make sure the door's closed. If anyone walks in 
here, we're both dead." I was pretty sure that if we had been 
talking any louder, Vanessa would have heard us from next door, 
and we be both dead before anything even happened.
	Once I was naked from the waist down, I lay back on the bed 
and let Veronica slide the diaper under me. She taped it up 
expertly and flashed me a smile of approval. I thought of myself 
more like posing for a picture then wearing a diaper, and it 
helped me feel less stupid with that I was doing.
	Once I was diapered, Veronica sat down next to me. She took 
off her shirt and her bra, and proceeded to "breastfeed" me. I 
sucked on her for a good 10 minutes until I became so hard I 
thought I was going to explode if I didn't do something. Veronica 
slipped her hand inside my diaper and relieved me.
	"Looks like your diaper's all wet now," she joked.
	"I guess it is," was all that I could answer.
	That was about all the eventful activity for the day. I took 
the diaper off, and Veronica and I ate lunch along with my other 
cousins (who ceased to bother me at all, especially when I shared 
with them some of my more memorable experiences from South 
Boston). Nobody found out about what Veronica and I were doing, 
and nobody questioned Vanessa's absence.
	I could feel the sun shining on me and Uncle Wendell smiling 
down upon me from the heavens. Smiling as if he had won. He didn't 
win anything from me as far as I was concerned. Not one damn 
thing, but then again, I could be wrong. He was a wise old goat.
	At long last, it was time for me to leave. I said goodbye to 
everyone, including Aunt Mildred.
	"Try to do some good by this family, Thomas," she said 
earnestly.
	"I'll try, ma'am," I answered. "But I have to know one thing: 
did Wendell ever do anything he regretted?"
	"We all have," she answered. Then, after a moment's thought. 
"Come to think of it, he robbed a bank in his youth. I can only 
assume he regretted that. Now don't try following him on that 
account."
	"I won't," I said. "And thanks for the weekend."
	I left holding no grudges against anyone. Mildred would 
probably be dead in a year, and I hoped she died cleanly. Vanessa 
was bound to be back on her feet in no time, and knocked back down 
again. Some people just don't learn. The only thing that still 
bugged me was this: who was Wendell's heir?

Chapter 10

	I was more then relieved to get home. The first thing I did 
was step outside to relax and smoke. In a moment of thought and 
clarity, Ed O'Neil interrupted me with a punch to the arm.
	"Back already?" he asked.
	I punched him back. "Yup."
	"Well, what was it like?"
	"It was the most fucked up trip I'd ever taken in my life, 
and I ain't never going to say one more word about it. You got 
that?"
	"Sure," he said, backing off. "And it was supposed to be 
boring," he added sarcastically.
	"Nothing changed around here, right?" I asked.
	"No, we're all set for the robbery."
	"About that robbery...I've been thinking."
	"Don't you fuckin' back out on me, Tom."
	"No. What I was gonna say was I've been thinking, and I 
finally found a really good reason to rob the place besides, of 
course the cash and the fun."
	"What's that?"
	"I can't tell you, only I'd get it."
	I laid low for the next few days. My mind kept on wandering 
back to that mansion. Every time I fell asleep, I'd be there 
again. In a crib wearing diapers that I couldn't possibly take 
off, everyone staring down at me. Wendell laughing. Then I'd wake 
back up. It was the kind of experience that would drive people to 
see a shrink. Most people, but not Tom Morrow.
	In case you're wondering, I did end up robbing the store. The 
only thing on my mind when I walked in there was Wendell. "This 
one's for you, old-timer," I thought. I was going to get the last 
laugh. Well, it turned out that something got majorly fucked up 
during the robbery and I got busted, but that's a separate story. 
The point is, Wendell got the last laugh on me after all.
	I guess it's safe to say that there's only one real lesson I 
learned form that ordeal at the mansion, and it's not to judge 
people too quickly. I thought all rich people were the same, and 
it turned out to be dead wrong. There were rich people who just 
got rich cuz they were lucky, such as Vanessa, and they were 
usually very selfish. Then there were people like Wendell that 
worked to get rich. Then there were some, like Mildred, who were 
old and rich and very formal, but you could still see a normal 
person buried deep inside of them. Lastly, there were people like 
Veronica who didn't want to be rich, just normal.
	I never found out who got most of Wendell's stuff. I know 
Mildred got the bulk of it, but it was impossible to tell just how 
much Wendell had, and even harder to determine what Mildred did 
with it. His was a long dead hand still hanging in the dark 
waiting to snatch someone and reel them in. I finally gave up 
trying to figure things out and did some research on Wendell. He 
was a fuckin' cowboy. And he was born poor, too. Poor, but with a 
lot of dreams. He knew he wanted to be great from the time he was 
an infant in diapers, and I guess in that sense he won after all.


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