Summary: Jeremy Quinn was bossed around his entire life by his parents. 
They totally controlled him, but they were just trying to help him out 
in the long run. Anyway, Jeremy soon becomes a rebel and begins 
purposely disobeying them. Then it all comes down on him when he 
realizes what his parents have been plotting for him to whip him back 
into shape, or rather, the shape he was in about 10 years prior.

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About me: I am a 14-year-old male that lives near Detroit. I have 
always wanted to be a smaller child since I was about 9, but especially 
affixed to diapers. I will never tell anyone, as no one would 
understand coming from a constrictive family, but I can put my feelings 
on virtual paper and share them, which helps me feel less alone. This 
is my first writing attempt, so please be nice in your judgment.

This story can be distributed but not altered without my consent. Get 
it at [email protected]

"Punishment of a Rebel"

P A R T O N E - P R O L O U G E

	Jeremy Quinn was about 11 years old, going on twelve in a few 
days. He was about 4' 7" and weighed in at about 70 pounds, not making 
him a midget but certainly not the biggest in his class. He had a 
blonde buzz cut and constantly wore basketball and "TechDeck" clothes 
to be popular even though he had no interest in either. And popular he 
was, always doing the most inappropriate things at school to make his 
friends laugh.
	Finally, 6th grade was over and he would get some real respect, 
from his peers, and hopefully, from his parents. See, no matter how 
hard Jeremy tried, he just could not get them to treat him like a big 
boy. His mom still picked out his clothes, made him "play dates" (which 
freaked out many of the friends he had made on his own) and other 
things that would be expected of the parents of a 6-year-old. Jeremy 
also received babyish punishments such as spankings and timeout where 
he had to put his nose in the corner. Lately, Jeremy had been very 
defiant to his parents, doing things he knew would displease them, but 
not incur severe punishment. Mostly, Jeremy shot off a lot of "No!" and 
"Make me" at his parents, all of which were followed by a brief 
spanking or timeout. That didn't stop him though, and his parents began 
to think of a punishment that would, and they had to wait for Jeremy to 
make the first move before they could enact it.
	Jeremy made that move at a sleepover he had at his house with 
four friends. They were all playing GameCube in Jeremy's basement at 
about 3:00 am.
	"Man, I can't hear what the heck is going on, turn it up!" yelled 
Christopher, one of Jeremy's friends.
	"Yeah dude, I keep on dying because I can't hear it coming!" , 
yelled another. Jeremy was thinking about the consequences of turning 
the volume up on the TV. Sure, he was supposed to be in bed, and wasn't 
supposed to be playing an "M" rated game (Jeremy's parents only allowed 
him to play "E (Everyone) video games) and waking them up would not be 
a bonus. But...he could look like the definite rebel most 11 year old 
boys strive to be and do it in front of his friends. Jeremy chose the 
latter.
	"No problem guys," Jeremy said proudly as he reached for the 
remote and turned it up. Things went great and Jeremy was the hero for 
about 5 minutes, and then just as he and his friends started to forget 
about the defiance, the footsteps of doom loomed overhead. Jeremy 
grabbed the remote, flipped off the TV and GameCube and jumped behind 
the couch in the course of about 7 seconds. Jeremy's friends followed 
the lead. Jeremy could tell from the steps that it was his dad. His dad 
entered the basement and looked around. First clue, the TV was glowing 
from being on recently. He flipped on the lights. Second clue, the "M" 
rated game box on the floor. With a look of disgust Jeremy's dad picked 
up the box and put it on top of the TV. Third clue, about five bare 
boys' feet sticking out from various locations.
	"BOYS!!!!" bellowed the rather large man. All the feet flinched. 
"Jeremy, if I don't see you in front of me in 3 seconds 
I...well...I...GET OUT HERE!!", Mr. Quinn was not too sharp in the wee 
hours of the morning. One pair of feet began to move and Jeremy 
slithered out from behind the couch. He knew what was coming, but hoped 
that his dad would give him the dignity to spare it from happening in 
front of his friends, one of which was not that close to him anyway. 
"Drop em'", stated Mr. Quinn. This was not what Jeremy wanted to hear. 
Jeremy just stood there frozen not wanting to move. "I will say it one 
more time, drop your boxers." Jeremy still just stood there staring at 
his dad silently begging for mercy. To no avail, Mr. Quinn reached over 
and yanked his son's boxers down and picked him up, slung him over his 
knee, and spanked the living daylights out of him. Jeremy's sleepover 
fell apart. Jeremy was screaming, his dad was spanking him and his 
friends were just staring at his buttocks jiggling with each smack and 
the recoil of his body. After Mr. Quinn finished, the sobbing boy was 
placed in his bed, and the others went quickly to their sleeping bags, 
hoping to not face the same fate.
	All his friends were sent home first thing in the morning, all of 
which never wanted to return. Jeremy woke up to his dad shaking him. 
"We need to have a chat" was all that was said and Jeremy was left 
alone to get dressed and head downstairs. He grabbed his favorite "And 
One" shorts and muscle shirt and headed down. His parents were sitting 
there, arms crossed at the table with coffee. Jeremy's dad spoke first, 
"Jeremy, at one point in a father's life, his son stands up and 
challenges his authority. It happens in all families, in all animals 
even. It happened to me last night. And when this happens to a father, 
the father must put his son back in that son's place.". Jeremy thought 
it was just an explanation for the spanking, but he was wrong. Mr. 
Quinn continued, "We cannot have a rebel in the household, so it will 
stop here."
	Jeremy took his queue, "Yes sir, it won't happen again", which he 
thought was a lie.
	"You're right," answered Mrs. Quinn. Jeremy became nervous as he 
didn't know what they were talking about now.
	"What I am saying?" started Mr. Quinn, "is that quite bluntly we 
will be erasing the first number in your age.". Jeremy still wasn't 
getting the picture.
	"I don't get what your saying Dad" stated Jeremy.
	"Oh it's OK, honey," Mrs. Quinn stated in a babyish voice, "most 
two-year-olds don't". Jeremy turned whiter than Michael Jackson.

P A R T T W O - B A C K T O T H E T O D D L E R

	"I am eleven Mom..." Jeremy told his mom, hoping she just made an 
odd error.
	"You were last night," started his dad, "but once you broke two 
rules at once, you proved that you cannot handle the life of an eleven 
year old, and so has your behavior recently. We are giving you the 
benefit of age of since you are so close to twelve, we are making you 
two instead of one.". Jeremy was thoroughly freaked out and in a state 
of disbelief. He didn't know what to do.
	"Let me explain so you can understand," started his mom, "Two 
year olds can barely walk, barely feed themselves, cannot play with 
complicated toys, only know a few words to say, and the biggest change 
for you is two-year-olds cannot control their peeing and pooping. This 
is a lot to remember so we will make sure that you only do what a 
toddler would.". That did it for Jeremy. He broke down and began 
crying. He began to speak and plead between sobs.
	"But...mom...I have...friends...and...they will hate me...and I 
can....change...and...IM SORRY!".
	"Sorry won't cut it this time, Jeremy," blurted Mr. Quinn, he 
continued, "Marj, give the little guy a bath while I go shopping for 
the things we discussed."
	"No problem, honey, I have them holding everything we need so it 
won't take that long", answered Mrs. Quinn.
	"Cool, just make sure you get rid of all of the things from his 
eleven-year-old life to save time. I'll be back in 1 hour, I want him 
ready for diapering and dressing once I get back," Mr. Quinn added as 
he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. Jeremy had little time to 
enjoy his last moments of big-boyness and his mom promptly pulled down 
his pants and boxers and pulled off his shirt, leaving him nude before 
her for the first time in a while. Without a word, she picked him up 
and carried him upstairs and started the bath. Once the water was warm 
enough she placed him in and carefully began scrubbing his body, head 
to toe, constantly removing Jeremy's hands from his privates. Jeremy 
had now been crying softly for about 20 minutes, and the bath was about 
over. She pulled him out, dried him off, and led him, still nude, to 
his room where he was placed in the corner and told not to move. For 
some reason, he listened. Maybe he lived in fear of any punishment from 
his parents now, like younger children do. His mom began putting all of 
the shirts, pants, shorts, boxers and even a few tightie whites into 
bags, labeled "Purple Heart", a goodwill organization that takes the 
bags from homes for tax write-offs.
	"Mom, why are you giving all my clothes away? This has to end 
when school starts!" Jeremy cried.
	"Oh don't worry honey, Mommy and Daddy bought new clothes for 
you! And by the time we let you into what an 11-year-old wears, you 
wouldn't fit into these" replied Mrs. Quinn. Jeremy began sobbing 
again. He had so many questions. Would he wear diapers to school? What 
would happen if he pooped there? What would his friends think? What do 
his new clothes look like? How long will he be like this? He didn't ask 
any of them, as he was caught up in his sobbing.
	About the same time as the bags were full, he heard a car door 
slam outside and the sound of his dad entering. His dad entered the 
room with five white plastic bags with various things inside. Jeremy 
couldn't make them out. His dad pulled them out slowly and set them so 
Jeremy could see them. First, was a pack of baby wipes. Next, powder 
and oil. Finally, a pack of diapers, an off brand, but they had a 
picture of a kid that looked his age smiling and wearing them.
	"This is only bag one of about 10, we put all your diaper 
supplies in here. Shall we begin big guy?", Jeremy's father asked. 
Jeremy said nothing, and even if he did it wouldn't have mattered. Mrs. 
Quinn picked up her son, and laid him out flat on the floor, holding 
his arms. Mr. Quinn then quickly spread his legs and sprinkled powder 
over his crotch and began rubbing it in. He then grabbed a plastic mat 
out of one of the other bags and lifted Jeremy's butt and legs up by 
the ankles, and slipped the mat under him. While his lower body was in 
the air, Jeremy's dad pushed his son's knees toward his chest, which 
left his butt exposed and upright. He applied powder and rubbed it in, 
also getting inside Jeremy's butt crack. Mr. Quinn reached back and 
grabbed a box too quickly for Jeremy to see and opened it out of his 
son's vision area. He grabbed two suppositories and shoved them in his 
son's rectum, using his index finger to push them up a little farther, 
causing Jeremy to squeak. "Oh, it's just something to help you be more 
like a toddler, that's all", Mr. Quinn informed. He let his sons legs 
go, and grabbed a diaper. He slid it under his son, and pulled it 
through his legs and taped it up tight. Jeremy thought it was over, but 
his mom then produced a pair of overalls, with custom snaps in the 
crotch. Jeremy was lifted up, and placed into them, and they were 
buttoned up. He was not given a shirt.
	"Well, that is that for now" stated Mr. Quinn.
	"No, not quite," Mrs. Quinn chirped in, "you put it together Joe 
and I will feed him."
	"Oh, ok, but make sure to use the pump, we can't give him that 
privilege yet." Mr. Quinn answered. Jeremy had no idea what they were 
talking about. Jeremy's mom grabbed him and led him downstairs by his 
hand. They passed a mirror and Jeremy looked in horror as he saw 
himself clad in denim overalls with a bulge in the crotch and butt. He 
was soon placed in a high chair, just his size, and was strapped in. He 
could not move, no matter how hard he fidgeted.. His mom grabbed a 
large pacifier looking thing, and strapped it onto his head. She then 
connected a tube to the other size of it and connected that to a box 
that was plugged in with a bag attached. She flipped a switch on the 
bag and the nipple inside Jeremy's mouth began to enlarge, eventually 
secreting a foul-tasting goo. He had no choice but to swallow. He 
wondered where his parents bought all this stuff. The force feeding was 
most unpleasant for him, and he hoped it wouldn't become a daily 
ritual. Soon, the whole bag was done, and a lot of the goo was on 
Jeremy's face. Jeremy had never been so full, and he was tired. Little 
did Jeremy know, a sleeping pill, and a pill that weakens the bladder 
were both put in the goo.
	"Ok honey, your done!" Mrs. Quinn said with a smile.
	Jeremy was led upstairs to his room, were his dad was putting the 
finishing touches on his new crib, complete with a locking top. Jeremy 
thought about running but decided against it. He was now thoroughly 
angry at his parents.
	"They've gone too far," Jeremy said quietly. He was getting 
really pissed off. Jeremy was dumped in, and the top was locked.
	"We will back in a while to wake you from nap-nap time." Mr. 
Quinn said cheerily. Jeremy started getting up courage to say something 
he didn't mean.
	"I hate you, I hope you die, I want you to burn," Jeremy said in 
a deep voice, not really knowing what he had hoped to accomplish by 
saying that.
	"Oh, don't be a crumbbum Jeremy, but we can't have you talk that 
way." Mrs. Quinn said, as she produced a pacifier with straps to put on 
her son. She opened the top, put it on, and Jeremy was silenced. "And 
you will be spanked for that, with the belt. Wait till your next didee 
change, and you will be one sorry little boy." Both of his parents 
exited.
	Jeremy's mind was full of confusion. He didn't know what to do. 
He couldn't talk, couldn't leave his bed, and couldn't relive the 
building urge to pee. He just started crying, even though he really 
couldn't that well because of the pacifier.
	Jeremy almost fell asleep, but he soon began to have the worst 
stomach cramps ever. He began moaning and squirming and he tried to 
make them go away. He did not want to mess. He would be belted sooner, 
and humiliated. Soon, he began sweating and the moaning became worse. 
He drove his head into the sweet smelling sheets of the crib and tried 
to hold it. Pinching his cheeks together was failing, he had no choice. 
He lifted his diaper into the air, and grabbed the rails of the crib 
with his little sweaty hands. His little rectum could not hold it, so 
he let go. The most poop he ever felt dumped into his diaper, 
accompanied by large farts, and more moaning. He dumped full speed for 
about 60 seconds. The poop filled the back of his diaper, and moved its 
way to the front squishing around his balls. Then came the smell, oh 
the smell. It was the worst thing Jeremy had ever smelt in his young 
life. Then his small penis began flowing, dumping a good amount of pee 
in. Little did he know, his parents were enjoying themselves, listening 
on the baby monitor Jeremy did know was there.
	Jeremy was no alone, sweating, with the back of his diaper about 
triple the original size. Jeremy tired to move around a bit, but every 
time he did, the poop in the back of his diaper shifted and oozed a 
little farther toward his penis and balls. His parents had given him a 
little time to enjoy the enormous shit he had just taken, but soon his 
dad entered the room and began to play dumb.
	"Oh, is that smell in here poo-poo? Did my little boy make poo in 
his pants?", asked Jeremy's dad. Jeremy gave him a cold stare. Mr. 
Quinn lifted Jeremy out of the crib after opening the top. He held 
Jeremy high and sniffed the back of his overalls, as if it we' rent 
already obvious. "Well, we have to get this cleaned up!" added Mr. 
Quinn. He placed Jeremy on the floor, undoing his snaps in the crotch. 
His dad was methodical, but was in no hurry as he used about 14 wipes 
to clean his sons butt, being very thorough and embarrassing Jeremy by 
going "in" a bit as he wiped. It was at this time, one of Jeremy's 
secrets "popped" out for the first time. His dad began wiping his 
crotch, which incurred a hard on by Jeremy. He had been getting them 
recently, but had not known what it was all about. All his dad did was 
frown briefly, and continued. Up, down, up down, the wipes seemed to go 
on forever as his diaper area was cleaned little by little. All Jeremy 
could do was staring at the ceiling as his father wiped his most 
private areas. Soon, it was over, and Mr. Quinn grabbed another diaper 
from Jeremy's dresser. He was quick in putting it back on, and snapping 
up the crotch of Jeremy's overalls. "Oh my, I almost forgot!" Mr. Quinn 
said as he almost let Jeremy go, "You said a very naughty thing to your 
Mommy and Daddy. We take care of you. You shouldn't say such bad 
things, and its time for you to receive the consequences. The thought 
hadn't entered Jeremy's mind. His diaper was immediately removed again, 
and Mr. Quinn was careful not to ruin it as while the diapers were 
generic, they still were not cheap. Jeremy's daddy pulled off his own 
belt, laid the limp Jeremy across his lap, and began. WHACK! Jeremy 
sobbed uncontrollably. WHACK! Jeremy blubbered inaudible words, but Mr. 
Quinn could make out
	"Please, I'm sorry, stop!". This gave him an idea.
	"Ok, Jeremy, each time I whip you, say 'I'm a bad boy and from 
now on I will respect my Mommy and Daddy.'. Ok?", Mr. Quinn asked. 
Jeremy didn't respond, so he began again. WHACK!
	"I'm a bad boy and from now on I will respect my Mommy and 
Daddy.", blubbered Jeremy. His buttocks burned with each swak and he 
held on to his dad's legs for dear life. WHACK! The process continued 
for about thirty whacks, which left Jeremy screaming and his butt 
burning like it never had before. He wanted to just be a good boy now. 
His dad was not finished though. He grabbed another two suppositories 
and inserted them into his son's rectum. Mr. Quinn rediapered his son, 
but took off the overalls and cradled him in a rocking chair. Jeremy 
soon began to get severe cramps. Mr. Quinn noticed this and held him 
tighter to let Jeremy know he wasn't going anywhere.
	Mr. Quinn whispered, "Let it come" quietly, and soothingly to his 
son. He also began slowly and rhythmically patting Jeremy's butt. All 
of Jeremy's emotions boiled over, and poop began pouring from his 
little rectum into the diaper, feeling sticky and warm against his 
little butt. Mr. Quinn didn't budge, and still sat there cradling his 
son in a soiled diaper for the last time in 10 years. They sat there, 
in his room, for another half hour, until Jeremy fell asleep, which is 
when his diaper was silently changed, and he was placed into his crib.
	Joe Quinn enjoyed what he had just done, sans the whipping. 
Little did Joe know, Jeremy would be back to his old ways soon, but 
little did Jeremy know, his parents were no where near playing all 
their cards...

P A R T T H R E E - W O R S T C A S E S C E N A R I O ... I S ' N T I 
T?

NOTE: For those who noticed, I changed the title of Part Three. Just a 
change in the idea process, that's all.

Update: Part three picks up where Part two left off. Here is a little 
background that will help with part three. Matthew Jones lives across 
the street, and over one. He is almost one year older than Jeremy, 
turning 13 two days after Jeremy turns 12. Jeremy and Matt have been 
friends for their whole lives, through thick and thin. Matthew has had 
a keen interest in diapers and babying since he was 6 or 7, but has 
never had a chance to do anything about his feelings. His ideas come on 
stronger than ever when he receives a phone call from Mrs. Quinn about 
a job...

	Jeremy woke up, staring at his ceiling through bars. He was 
disoriented at first, but soon he realized what happened. Jeremy 
finally had some time to think. He spoke quietly as to not wake his 
parents. "Well Jeremy, here you are. Let's think this out. School 
starts August 26th, 5 days from now. Wow, it really snuck up on me. 
Anyway, Mom and Dad have to end this by then. I'm sure they really 
didn't give all my clothes to charity. Anyway, I wear a diaper for a 
couple days, all I have to do is piss myself, and everything's back to 
normal. I mean, they both work. Even if they did make me wear diapers 
after school starts, which they won't, they would have no way of making 
me wear them until they both come home at 6:30.", Jeremy said, still 
thinking. His parents ran a very successful Gift Shop in the downtown 
area. They took quite a while to get home. Jeremy was supposed to do 
summer work there, but took items from there and gave them to his 
friends.
	Just as Jeremy was sure he had his parents figured out, the 
doorbell rang. Jeremy's room was on the second floor, by the balcony 
that overlooked the foyer so he could here the conversation below.
	"Oh, Matthew!", Mrs. Quinn greeted. Matthew was Jeremy's best 
friend. Fortunately, Matthew wasn't there for the fateful sleep over to 
see the spanking episode. Jeremy thought he just came to see him and 
hang out, but he was in no condition for visitors.
	"Hi Miss Quinn!" Matthew responded cheerfully, "You called me 
about a 30 dollar a day job?" Jeremy damn near messed himself right 
there.
	"Yes, we discussed the situation over the phone, I'm glad you 
came." Jeremy was beginning to see that his parents were about to 
humiliate him, completely. "See, we need someone to change Jeremy's 
diapers during school days, and watch him to make sure he behaves 
himself until we get home." Jeremy began crying.
	"Yeah, sure Miss Quinn. My parents work out in Belleville and 
don't get home until after you.", Matthew informed. Matthew was almost 
identical to Jeremy, but looked even younger and had dark blonde hair 
and, as well as a slight perpetual tan.
	"Well, your duties include; diaper changing, supervision and 
punishment, which includes spanking, belting, enemas, and anything you 
see fit at all. You have COMPLETE AUTHORITY. As long as Jeremy lives, 
and you have a shadow of a reason, it is a fine punishment. We will not 
do anything to stop you. Your pay will be $30 a day. Mr. Quinn and I 
will be going on a much needed trip to Virginia Beach soon, and you 
will watch Jeremy for $60 a day for those four days. Your parents have 
been notified and are totally ok with everything. Oh, and as for 
school, we have arranged a sort of cover. All of your teachers know 
about Jeremy's diapers but they will tell students you will be late 
because of a community service project you do by helping out by 
carrying things for janitors, should your friends grow suspicious. Are 
you OK with everything?"
	"Oh yeah, me and Jeremy are gonna have a great time!", Matt said, 
in a slightly devious tone. Mrs. Quinn liked it, and said nothing.
	"Well, go ahead and get started. Mr. Quinn and I are going to our 
store for inventory today, 50 bucks for watching him until 10:00 pm. 
Later Matthew.", she said as she got in the Quinn family Explorer. 
Jeremy began bawling. His life was officially over.
	"Oh, Jeremy your awake?", Matthew said as he rushed upstairs. 
Jeremy hid under his covers, until he realized they were far too small, 
so he gave up. "WOW!" exclaimed Matthew, "THAT IS SO COOL!". Jeremy was 
shocked.
	"What?", Jeremy asked.
	"Diapers. I always wanted to wear one. Why do you think I took 
this job? My whole life, and finally now I can. Wow." Jeremy was 
bothered by what he heard. He kinda liked wearing diapers, it gave him 
a deep, primitive sense of security knowing that he was dependant on 
someone. But, still in 12-year-old coolness mode, he wouldn't show it.
	"You're a perv." was all Jeremy said.
	"Naughty, naughty Jeremy. We'll find out if you like diapers the 
next time I change you." Jeremy would have none of this and tried to 
get up, only to realize that the arms and legs of his sleeper had no 
ends, and were sewn to his body. Matt opened the crib, and proceeded to 
open the snaps in Jeremy's crotch. He pulled the back of Jeremy's 
diaper back, exposing his butt. "Hmm...you haven't poo pooed yet. Maybe 
the little boy is holding back." Jeremy knew he had to shit, but 
wouldn't let Matt know and certainly didn't want to be changed by his 
former (now) best friend. "We can fix that," said Matt as he dug in his 
pockets producing a couple of those poop pills Mr. Quinn had been 
shoving up Jeremy's ass. Matt grabbed a couple, and used his little 
index finger to push them into Jeremy's ass. Matt got a little hard 
from doing this.
	"You F****in F***in BASTARD!!!!" Jeremy screamed. Matt would have 
none of it, as he strapped on one of Jeremy's pacifiers.
	"There, there," cooed Matt. Jeremy and Matt just exchanged stares 
for about five minutes. Their staring contest ended quickly, as Jeremy 
began getting those all too familiar cramps. He could put up little 
resistance, actually less than before. It all came at once, with a kind 
of 'plop' sound. Jeremy was running out of poop to force out. At the 
same time, he also dumped quite the amount of pee in, which seeped 
between his legs, spreading around his crotch, and slowly creeping up 
his butt. Jeremy realized he had just pooped and peed himself in front 
of his best friend. Matt looked satisfied, and left the room.
	Jeremy just stayed there, feeling the sticky sloshing between his 
legs with every movement he made. Before he could enter any deep 
thought, Matt returned. "Okie Dokie,", started Matt, "I need to feed 
you, then I need to punish you for that bad language. I think a 
spanking should do the trick. Oh, and maybe we will take a walk over to 
the club house."
	The club house was the shoddy wooden house that the local kids 
made their own. No one in Holmes, Nebraska really cared about it. 
Anyway, all the kids gathered there to play their games and such. The 
kids had a lot of politics there. 15-year-old Leon Dresari ruled the 
neighborhood with an iron fist, playing King Solomon. He decided who 
was in, and who was thrust into obscurity as an outcast. Jeremy knew if 
he walked there, in a diaper, Leon would have a field day. Leon and 
Jeremy never got along, two extroverts. While they both worshiped the 
dilapidated house and it had strong meaning to them, they had their own 
followings. Jeremy had the 6th to 8th graders behind him, but Leon had 
the High Schoolers. The recent development though, would ruin 
everything Jeremy had going for him. (Sorry for the history guys, but 
hey, it makes the story better) "Oh, Jeremy! You don't want to go to 
the club house today?", Matt asked. Jeremy shook his had no about 27 
times. "Oh, that's ok. I can deal with it.", Matt said, but he picked 
up the phone. Jeremy was instantly nervous. "Hi, can I speak to Leon, 
Miss Dresari?", Matt asked smiling. Jeremy begged silently. "Hey Leon, 
what's up! Uh huh. Uh huh. Ok. Yeah, anyway, you'll never guess what. 
Oh yeah! Yup, the thing I told you about yesterday. Its true! You have 
the stuff right? Ok, see you in 5!", Matt hung up. Before Jeremy could 
even do anything, the doorbell rang. It was Leon.

Note: Sorry guys, but I was busy this week, and Part 3 needed to be 
information to set up a VERY GOOD Part 4. Next week, I should have more 
time to write, and with Jeremy at the mercy of Matt and Leon for a 
weekend (we find out that the Quinns have a family emergency) things 
will get very interesting. *Oh, and BTW, I am straight so "you" can 
stop emailing me.* (Not meant towards everyone but one guy)

P A R T F O U R - T H E W E E K E N D F R O M H E L L
Coming soon...