Chapter - 1

	I still cannot believe it but the worst thing in the world 
happened today. My older brother found out about me secretly wearing 
diapers and using a pacifier. I had been secretly steeling and wearing 
diapers off and on for a few years now. When I would get a chance, I 
would sneak a few diapers from a neighbor's home that had toddlers that 
wore diapers big enough for me to fit into, or I would steal a few from 
a package at the stores and stash them under my coat or jacket until I 
would get home. I had gotten so good at it that I could even steal them 
while someone else was standing only a few feet away from me, either in 
a home or at a store. There was even one time when I snuck into the 
home of a family that I knew had two boys still in diapers. The older 
of the two was still young enough to need diapers but was big enough 
that his diapers fit me. I waited till I knew they were not at home, 
slipped in through an open window and took as many diapers as I could 
carry in my book bag, stuffed into my pants and even took a brand new 
package of diapers that had not yet been opened. I knew when they got 
home they would know that there were diapers missing but I made sure 
that they would not know how or who took them. In fact, they asked my 
brother and me this past winter to shovel the snow from their sidewalks 
and drive way every morning before school.
	I am sure you are wondering where in the world I managed to hide 
so many diapers. Actually, it was very easy; I put them in the truck of 
dad's 1962 Chevy Nova that is still in the garage today. Dad used to go 
to the garage every day after work to tinker with 'his baby' has he 
always calls it, but since he became the manager of his department at 
his work, he has not even so much as looked at his precious baby. The 
trunk was the perfect hideout until I managed to deplete my bounty of 
diapers.
	When I got my paper route this past spring, I started buying my 
own diapers and I keep them hid under my bottom desk drawer. There is 
enough room to put almost a full package in that hiding place.
	I have had my own room since we moved into this house but my 
older brother (Doug) never respects my privacy. If I forget to lock my 
door, he will barge right in without knocking. He is always pounding on 
me and making fun of me. I believe that he thinks God put me on this 
planet for Doug's enjoyment and pleasure.
	Last night my whole family went to see a play at my school. My 
cousin, who is my age, was in it and he was playing the flight 
attendant on a plane in the play. It was a good play but it was not 
over until 9:00 p.m. and I normally have to be in bed by 8:00 p.m. By 
the time we got home and got into my pajamas, I was so tired that I 
could hardly keep my eyes open. However, as soon as my parents had 
tucked me in and had closed my bedroom door I jumped out of bed, 
stripped off my pajama bottoms and put on one of my diapers. Because I 
was so very tired, I did not even bother to put my pajama bottoms back 
on; I just grabbed my pacifier, crawled into bed and went right to 
sleep.
	I made two very big mistakes. The first was not locking my 
bedroom door, and the other was not putting my pajamas back on. Like 
the jerk he is so proud of being, my brother came storming into my room 
yelling, "Get up worm! Get up now, WORM!" and then he junked my covers 
off me. There I was, lying there in a diaper I had wet during the night 
and my pajama top. At first, he just stood there staring at me. Then I 
saw the wheels in his head turning. I had to react fast. I flew out of 
the bed, slammed my door shut, and locked it.
	There I stood my wet diaper drooping down between my thighs 
exposing most of the skin of my pelvis area. My brother stood shocked 
staring down at me. He was the first to break the silence.
	"What the heck are you doing?" he didn't give me a chance to 
reply, "For the love of Pete, you are thirteen years old and you look 
like you are two! Mom and Dad are going to be so mad at you!"
	I had only one card left to play, begging, "Oh Greg, please! 
Please don't tell them, Please! I will do anything, just please don't 
tell on me!"
	I would soon regret that statement but I was so scared. I was so 
scared and so used to wearing diapers that while I was pleading with 
him I started to pee again.
	"Holy cow, Danny; you are peeing right now aren't you?" He was 
almost yelling.
	"Greg please keep it down, please don't tell mom and dad! Dad 
will kill me!" Now I was crying and tears were beginning to flow down 
my face.
	"I can't believe I have a diaper wearing, cry-baby 13-year-old 
brother. No wait make that baby-brother!"
	I had no option but to except his verbal abuse, "Greg... 
pleeeease!" I was now fully sobbing like the baby that stood before 
him.
	He turned away from me, looked out my bedroom window and ran his 
hands through his hair, "Oh cripes! I cannot believe this!" He sounded 
almost joyful as he spoke
	He turned back to me and for the first time ever I saw, within 
his eyes, just how evil he actually is.

Chapter - 2

	I don't think I have ever been so happy to hear my mom call us 
down for breakfast and at the same time feel such an overwhelming fear 
flood over me as I was just then.
	I had my back to the door, acting as a barricade to keep him from 
getting out of my room and down to my parents.
	"You know," he paused for a moment, "I am not going to tell on 
you."
	What was this? I knew better then to believe anything that came 
out of his mouth but at the same time my heart leaped within my chest 
at this glimmer of hope.
	He stepped closer to me, punched me dead in the chest which 
knocked me backwards and before I could fall to the floor he pinned me 
to the door, "No I think I can get a lot out of you by keeping this one 
just between you and me."
	I was gasping in an attempt to catch my breath again, as he 
continued, "You are going to do anything and everything I tell you to 
do. And if you even so much as groan, I will go straight to mom and 
dad." He was grinning ear to ear and with that he shoved me to the side 
and I fell to the floor like a bag of drowned mice.
	He reached for the doorknob gave me a kick right into my soaked 
diaper bottom and said, "Or do you want me to go tell them right now?"
	I looked up at him, tears flowing down my face and still trying 
to get my breath, "No please don't tell." I managed to whimper.
	He then opened my bedroom door squishing me between it and the 
wall. After he was through the door, I gave it a kick and it slammed 
back shut again. I lay there sobbing like a little baby until mom had 
called at least two more times. I knew if I didn't get changed and 
downstairs that she would be coming up to get me soon. I stood up, 
swallowed hard and opened my door just enough to yell out, "I will be 
right down mom!" and then I closed and this time locked my door.
	There was now no time to shower before school so I put on two 
pair of underwear, a pair of sweat pants and then my biggest pair of 
jeans that
I had. In my mind, this was the best way of keeping anyone from getting 
a whiff of me. I put on a regular black t-shirt and over that my 
oversized WWF Stone Cold Steve Austin t-shirt to help disguise the fact 
that I was so heavily layered.
	Just as I was slipping my last shoe on I heard mom yell again, 
but this time, I could tell she was at the bottom of the stairs. With 
my shoe only half on, I quickly unlocked my door and bolted out of my 
room. When I hit the top of the stairs, it dawned on me that I had not 
hid the incriminating evidence.
	My eyes met moms, "What on earth were you doing in there for so 
long?" For the briefest of moments my life flashed before my eyes, 
"Where are your books and you had better put on your jacket mister!"
	How nice of her to give me an excuse to go back into my room. 
There wasn't time to pull out the drawer, stash everything, and then 
replace the drawer. Instead I just stuffed everything into one of my 
snow boots in my closet, grabbed my black denim jacket, my book bag and 
flew out of my room and down the stairs as if my tail was on fire.
	Mom had returned to the kitchen and to avoid her seeing what I 
was wearing I went straight out the front door and ran as fast as my 
young legs would go until I could not see my house any more.

Chapter - 3

	As luck would have it my brother managed to catch up to me; to 
make it worse, he wasn't alone. If I hadn't been scared enough already, 
seeing Roger, who was about the best example that man really did 
evolved from apes, nearly put me over the edge. I was now feeling real 
pain in my heart. I acted as if I hadn't seen either of them but it 
didn't do any good at all. I tried to walk faster but they caught up to 
me and they both pushed me so hard that I fell face first into a 
flowerbed. I was actually glad I had so generously protected myself 
with all the cloths that I had put on. I turned to look at them; one 
look and I knew instantly that Doug had told Roger all about me.
	Doug pointed at me, "After school Roger and I will both be 
waiting by the basketball court. If you know what's good for you, you 
had better be there!"
	Roger picked up my book bag, swung it high and sent it crashing 
down on me. They left me crying and laying in the flowerbed as they 
walked away laughing.
	About then the owner of the flowerbed came out his front door. It 
was old man Peterson. Every kid in the neighborhood knew that old man 
Peterson hated children. He would set on his porch in an old rocking 
chair and grumble at kids as they walked past. God help anyone if they 
accidentally stepped off the sidewalk and into his grass.
	I felt a hand grab a hold of the back of my jacket and pull me to 
my feet. I spun around and found myself face to face with old man 
Peterson himself. I was too scared to run, too scared to scream.
	"You all right boy?" He asked.
	I just stood there motionless and silent.
	"You have a mental problem or are you just scared that I am going 
to eat you!" he was so close to my face that I could see the little 
hairs on his nose.
	I shook my head yes.
	"Yes?" his voice rising, "What do you mean, Yes?"
	"Sc - sc - scared sir!" I stammered.
	"Well don't be!" he snapped! "I seen what those two boys did to 
you. I know it weren't your fault for damaging my flowers." He 
proceeded to brush the dirt from my cloths.
	I looked at the flowerbed; it was completely trashed. Red, 
yellow, and blue petals crushed into the broken green leaves and stems, 
smashed into the dirt.
	"I am so sorry sir!" I said turning back to him.
	"Don't apologized!" he snapped again! "I told you I seen that it 
wasn't your fault!"
	"Who where those boys anyway?" he demanded!
	"M - m - my bother and his friend, sir." I stammered again.
	"Now stop that! If you're going to talk, open your mouth and get 
the words out!" He perched his lips, squinted his eyes, and gave me an 
odd look, glanced to his crushed flowerbed and then back to me.
	"You got a mean brother!" He spoke with his lips still perched.
	"I used to have three of them." He looked back at his flowerbed.
	"Their all dead now!" I thought I saw a look of sadness within 
his eyes for the briefest of moments and then he startled me, "But I 
got even cause I outlived them all!" He actually managed to crack the 
slightest smile and then, "But you are going to be late for school!"
	He put his hand on my shoulder, "You come over right after school 
and help me plant new flowers." He paused a moment, long enough for me 
to think about the fact that I was supposed to met my brother and Roger 
right after school. I began to look at the ground.
	He broke into my thoughts; "I will pay you 50 dollars for helping 
me!"
	"50 dollars?!" I nearly shouted.
	"Jumpin' gee hosiphat! Don't yell like that! I got my hear'n aid 
in!" He nearly shouted back while rubbing his ears.
	He smiled big and squished up his nose; I couldn't help but smile 
back.
	I forgot all about Doug and Roger, "Yes Sir, I will help you 
plant flowers!"
	He looked me in the eye for a moment, "Well what are you waiting 
for?! Get to school!" He shouted as he squeezed my shoulder and 
gingerly gave me a shove toward the school.
	I took off as fast as I could; looking back, I waved and shouted, 
"I will see you after school Mr. Peterson!"

Chapter - 4

	Now my luck was not all bad today. We had a pop quiz in math 
class, which normally would have been a bad thing except I got a B+ on 
it. I have a weird math teacher but for all his weirdness, I still like 
him. Aside from my B+ my day at school was quite uneventful as usual. 
If my homeroom teacher didn't take attendance every morning I seriously 
doubt that anyone would ever notice if I didn't show up for a few 
weeks. Sometimes I wonder if I am actually subconsciously turning 
invisible. I was a little warm all day having put on so many clothes 
but the layers seemed to be doing the job I had hoped they would. 
However it did present a problem around lunchtime when I needed to use 
the bathroom. I solved that little dilemma by using one of the 
handicapped stalls (they have doors on them where the other toilets 
don't).
	All through the day I was worrying how I was going to keep from 
running into my brother and Roger after school. I had formulated an 
escape route that might just get me away from school without them even 
seeing me.
	As I sat in my social studies class at the end of the day, I 
noticed that the ticking of the clock on the wall over Mr. Brimstone's 
desk was louder then normal. I could hardly hear a word he was saying. 
'TICK - TICK - TICK' the sound was nearly defining. My mind raced as I 
watched the minute hand slowly make its upward climb. When it was 2:55 
I started quietly putting my books back into by book bag and got ready 
to make a break for it.
	One minute and counting! My heart was racing and I felt that all 
to familiar feeling that I needed to drain my bladder again. "No time 
for that!" I thought to myself.
	"BUZZZZZZZZZ!" went the end of day bell. I jumped from my chair 
and took off for the door, just as I was out of the classroom I heard 
Mr. Brimstone call my name but I didn't even slow down. I raced down 
the halls, however I was not taking the normal route out of the school, 
not today.
	Most everyone tend to flood out the front doors to catch their 
buses and if I wanted to I could ride the bus too but when it is nice 
enough outside I normally chose to walk. Never the less I still 
normally go out the front door with everyone else because my home is in 
that direction.
	Today I was going to go out the door on the west side of the 
building, cut through he teacher's parking lot and take the long way 
around the playground. This way I would be sure not to be seen by Doug 
and Roger, and my plan was working until Roger managed to spot me from 
all the way across the playground. I heard him yelling, "Their he 
goes!"
	I stopped only long enough to see them both poring on the speed 
straight for me. That sight was all my feet needed. I was running like 
my life depended on it, and it did too. I knew I could not go straight 
home or to Mr. Petersons so I figured my best bet would be to try to 
loose them first.
	I was jumping fences, cutting through yards, and ducking trough 
hedges of bushes. I knew since they both were bigger they would be 
slowed down some by the bushes but I could hear them yelling and I knew 
they were gaining on me. My best bet was to head for the open alley and 
pore on as much power as I could. Just as I started down the alley I 
could hear Doug yelling, "Where did he go?"
	Roger shouted, "He must be in the alley!"
	Just then I saw a garage door that was partially open. I dove to 
the ground and rolled under it, pulling it closed behind me. I lay 
perfectly motionless trying my best to breath as quietly as I could 
even though my lungs were screaming for oxygen.
	I didn't have to wait long at all before I heard them both run 
past the door. They must have stopped a little ways past the door 
because I could still jut hear them, "He must have turned back and is 
heading for the house. Come on, if we cut through here we might beat 
him to the house."
	I waited a bit longer, listening to be sure they had gone. That 
is when I realized the garage was completely dark inside. There wasn't 
even a speck of light coming from anywhere and I am very scared of the 
dark too. I continued to lie there on the concrete floor of the garage 
both out of fear and because the coolness of the concrete against my 
sweat drenched cloths felt so good. I was also letting myself rest and 
catch my breath. As the coolness of the floor began to bring more then 
a chill on me, I started to be reminded that my bladder wished to be 
emptied and it was beginning to get impatiently urgent. I managed to 
swallow down my fear and made it to my feet. I pushed on the garage 
door but it didn't budge. I tried again with all of my strength, "It 
must have locked when I closed it." I thought out loud. Feeling panic 
set in on me, I began to fumble in the dark with my hands but felt 
nothing. I took a breath, let it out and then took a step being sure to 
keep my arms and !
hands fully extended into the blackness. I shuffled my feet slowly 
forward hoping I would find a wall, a car anything but a monster! After 
several minutes of blindly feeling my way through the darkness it 
occurred to me that had I been using my head I should have just 
followed the garage door. I decided to turn around and head back for 
the garage door, since I was relatively sure what was behind me. Once I 
had returned to the door, I followed it to the left until I felt the 
door track and then the wall. I followed the wall to the corner and 
right into a mess of spider webs. This set me off in a freaked out 
dance trying to get all of the spiders my mind envisioned off me. After 
I calmed myself back down and got over, a most serious case of, the 
heebee jeebees, I returned to following the wall until I found a door. 
Just as luck would have it, it was locked. I twisted and pulled on the 
knobbed in a panic praying it would open but it didn't. Now I was 
really getting scared and I!
 was so very sure that something or someone was waiting in the dark to 
grab me! I turned around, put my back to the door and leaned my head 
back against it. When my head touched the door I realized there was 
glass in the middle of the door, but why no light? I turned back around 
and felt the door, yes, there was indeed a window in this door, but the 
glass felt funny, like it was painted. I felt all around the glass and 
sure enough I found a latch. I had to struggle with the latch a bit 
before it finally moved.
	"Yes!" I exclaimed realizing I was about to be free.
	I took a hold of the bottom of the window and tried to lift it 
but it would not budge.
	"Dang!" I shouted as if cursing would loosen the sash. I tried 
again, summoning all of my strength I strained against the sash. Just 
then the garage door began to open and the blinding light from outside 
flooded the garage. I fell to my knees from the pain as I grabbed my 
eyes. I heard the garage door opener whining from the ceiling and I 
could also hear a car engine in the alley getting louder as the door 
continued to open. I strained to peek through my fingers enough to see 
the car pulling in. I stood up and ran out of the garage only to be 
welcomed by even more light. I could see but I had to squint. I took 
off running down the alley toward Mr. Petersons.
	Several houses away I was really feeling the need to pee; if I 
could not find somewhere to go and soon, I was going to have a real 
problem in my pants. The house next to Mr. Petersons had a lot of 
bushes and shrubs so I was able to squeeze between them so that I was 
mostly concealed from view. Unfortunately being so well layered I 
couldn't just whip it out and relieve the pressure. I was going to have 
to partially strip down. I kept a sharp eye out for anyone that might 
come along or be watching as I quickly pealed each layer down over my 
hips and freeing myself to go.
	I let go a stream that shot through the leaves of the bush like 
am amber laser beam. Shivers ran up and down my spine as my bladder 
drained. Once the pressure had subsided, I quickly redressed, slipped 
out of natures restroom and back into the alley only to see Doug and 
Roger walking the other way. They had their backs to me so they didn't 
see me and quick as a rabbit I ducked back into the bushes where they 
could not see me. I peeked every once in a while to be sure they kept 
right on walking. Eventually they disappeared from sight and I made a 
break for Mr. Petersons.

Chapter - 5

	When I walked into Mr. Peterson's back yard, I found he just 
emerging from his shed.
	"Oh! Well there you are!" He exclaimed seeming a little overly 
surprised.
	"Yea." I shot back.
	"I wasn't sure you were coming when I saw your brother and his 
friend running around." He said as he picked up a plastic tray of 
flowers.
	"Yea I had to give 'em the slip after school." I said.
	"Slip? Oh I see!" he reached out the tray of flowers, "Would you 
please carry these for me. I will get a basket for the dead flowers." I 
nodded my head as I took the tray from him. It's wasn't very heavy at 
all, just acquired to hold being that the plastic the tray was made of 
was so flimsy.
	"I sure am sorry we have to do this!" I said as he was going back 
into his shed.
	He poked his head back out, "What was that?"
	I repeated myself, "Oh I just said that I am sorry we have to do 
this."
	He withdrew his head, "You don't want to help me?"
	"Oh no sir! I mean yes I want to help, I just mean, well I mean I 
am sorry that your flowers all got crushed this morning."
	"Oh I see! Well I already told you that you don't need to be 
apologizing 'cause it wasn't your fault." He almost sounded like he was 
giving me an order.
	"I know sir, but I still can't help feeling bad about it." I 
said.
	He reemerged from his shed carrying a wooden basket and a small 
gardening shovel like I use when I am creating a race course for my 
Hot-Wheels behind the shed in our backyard.
	"I think that is everything we should need." He said as he 
started for the front gate.
	I asked, "Will we need to water them?"
	"So you know a something about planning flowers huh?" He said 
looking over his shoulder at me.
	"I have helped my mom a few times in the garden but I really 
don't know too much at all." I replied.
	"You are right." He paused while he opened the gate, "I already 
have a watering can setting out by the flower bed."
	Once we reached the flowerbed we both knelt down, he was quite a 
bit slower at it then I. We went right to work clearing away the dead 
flowers and planting the new ones. When we were finished he invited me 
in for a glass of tea.
	I had to decline his offer, "I am sorry Mr. Peterson, but I am 
not allowed to go into peoples homes without telling my parents first."
	"That is a very good rule." He said as he managed to get to his 
feel.
	"But I don't see anything wrong with setting on your front porch 
and having a glass of tea." I offered back to him.
	He smiled down at me, "In that case, why don't you take these 
things back and set them in my shed and I will go get us a couple 
glasses of tea."
	I shook my head in agreement and started gathering the things as 
he headed for the house.
	He was coming out the front door as I was coming back through the 
front gate.
	I begin talking as I started up the front steps, "I couldn't 
reach to put the things on the bench so I set everything under the 
bench. I hope that is ok."
	He handed me one of the glasses of tea and motioned for me to set 
down on one of the rocking chairs as he sat in one the other. "Oh that 
is just fine. I will clean them up after we have our tea."
	Mr. Peterson and I sat on his front porch drinking our ice tea 
and talking for nearly an hour. I learned that he had three sons that 
all died in the war. I don't know what war and I didn't get a chance to 
ask him which war it was either. His wife did a couple years ago and 
now he lives in this big house all alone. After our tea had been gone a 
while Mr. Peterson stopped talking all of a sudden and pointed down the 
street.
	"Looks like trouble is coming this way." He said.
	I leaned forward a bit to see where he was pointing. Sure enough, 
he was right; coming up the street was my brother and Roger on their 
bikes. It must have showed on the outside just how scared I actually 
was on the inside because Mr. Peterson put his hand on mine and said, 
"They won't dare do anything with you setting up here."
	"Well it's what they will do to me after I leave that scares me." 
I said, my voice quivering.
	We watched as Doug and Roger came riding by. They both saw me 
setting next to old man Peterson and the look on their faces showed 
that they could not believe I was on his porch. They did not stop but 
slowed way down, I looked over to Mr. Peterson who was looking that 
them with this mean look on his face. I looked back at Doug and Roger 
with my own mean face and they both took off again.
	Mr. Peterson looked over at me, "Looks to me like those two boys 
need a trip to the woodshed."
	"Huh?" I asked.
	"That means they need whipped!" He said back.
	"I think I should get going home while I have a chance to get 
there without them catching me." I set my empty glass on the little 
table beside the rocking chair.
	"I understand." He said lifting himself from his chair. "I really 
do appreciate your help."
	He reached into his pocket, "I believe I promised you $50 dollars 
for helping me replant those flowers."
	I nearly interrupted him, "Yes sir you did, but I been thinking 
and I can't take $50 dollars from you."
	"Yes you can!" He said as he pulled the bill from his pocket.
	"Mr. Peterson, you are a nice guy and I really enjoyed helping 
you plant those flowers." I stuffed my hands in my pockets, "I just 
wouldn't feel right taking your money.
	He bent down in front of me so that we were now eye to eye. "Now 
listen, I am old and a whole lot bigger then you! You are going to take 
this or I am going to be very upset." He tried to look mean but I knew 
better now.
	I smiled at him and apprehensively pulled my left hand from my 
pocket. He reached out as if he was going to hand me the bill and then 
proceeded to stuff it in my pocket.
	"Now you be sure to come back and visit me ok?" He said as he 
padded the pocket he had just placed the bill in.
	I smiled at him, "I would really like that Mr. Peterson."
	He got that mean face again, "You call me Abe!" he then smiled 
and swatted my bottom and I took off down the steps.
	I stopped at the end of the walk just before turning toward my 
house. I turned to him, waved and said, "I always thought you were a 
mean old man, but now I know you are really a very nice man." I looked 
over at the flowers and then back to him, "With really nice flowers." I 
said with a chuckle that made him smile big.
	I took off running for the house being sure to watch for Doug and 
Roger.

Chapter - 6

	When I got home and walked in the front door mom was just coming 
down the steps. "Where have you been young man?" She demanded.
	"I was helping Abe, I mean Mr. Peterson plant flowers." I didn't 
bother to tell her why.
	"Who?" She asked.
	"You know, that guy that sets on his porch..." mom interrupted 
me.
	"Oh that man that hates children?" she said.
	"Mom he is a really nice man! He even paid me for helping plant 
his flowers." I said.
	"He did? Well that was very nice of him, and very nice of you to 
help him too." She said as she ran her fingers through my hair.
	"You are really hot, why are you wearing such hot cloths on such 
a nice day?" She questioned.
	I had totally forgot that I had put on so many cloths this 
morning. I had to think of something fast.
	"I thought it was going to be cold today." That one worked.
	"Well you should go take a cool shower before dinner." She said 
as she started toward the kitchen. "By the way, your brother and his 
friend Roger were looking for you. They said you were suppose to have 
met them after school to play basketball or something but they said you 
never showed up."
	Just before running up the stairs I yelled back to her, "Oh I 
must have forgot. I am going to go take that shower now!" and then shot 
up the stairs.
	Just as I was closing my bedroom door, I heard her shout up the 
steps, "By the way, where are your books?"
	"Oh no!" I thought to myself.
	Where had I left my book bag? I had to think fast, "Um, I did all 
of my homework in school so I didn't bring them home."
	"Ok honey" is all she said.
	I felt that I couldn't leave it at that, "Hey mom, what are we 
having for dinner?"
	I heard her from the kitchen, "Fish sticks and tater tots, now 
get your shower 'cause it will be ready soon."
	I closed my bedroom door, locked it and tried to remember where I 
left had it.
	"Oh Geeze!" I exclaimed, "I had it when I left school, I had it 
when Doug and Roger were chasing me." I was thinking aloud when I 
finally remembered where I had left it. "OH NO! In that garage!" I said 
with a heavy sigh.
	There was nothing I could do about it at the moment. My only 
option would be to sneak out of the house after supper and try to get 
back into that garage to find my book bag.
	I proceeded to strip of my clothes. I had my pants, shorts and 
socks off in a flash and was nude from the waste down when I remembered 
the $50 dollar bill in my pants pocket. I fished it out and knew I had 
to hide it or my brother would be sure to steel it. I have a bank that 
is shaped like Dexter's head, the boy genius from the cartoon Dexter's 
Lab. I only keep a little bit of change in it, mostly pennies, cause I 
know my brother steels from it all the time. I have the perfect hiding 
place for my money. I found it one day while playing hot wheels in my 
room. My carpet is loose in the corner under the window and that is 
where I keep my money stashed that I earn from my paper route and also 
my allowance.
	After I had hid my money I finished taking off the rest of my 
clothes, threw them all in the dirty clothes pail and before heading 
for the bathroom I decided I needed to retrieve the diaper I had hid in 
my closet this morning before school so I could dispose of it properly. 
However, to my horror, the diaper was not in my snow boot where I had 
put it. I check them both and it was not there. For a moment I thought 
maybe mom had found it. After thinking about it a second I realized she 
was pretty nice to me when I came home. If she had found it she would 
have beat me he moment I walked in the front door. The only answer I 
could come up with was that my brother must have taken it; but why?
	I grabbed my bathrobe, slipped it on, tied it around my waist and 
left my room heading straight for the bathroom. It felt good to wash 
off all the pee, sweat and stink. After I was finished, I turned off 
the water and pulled open the curtain to find my brother standing 
there, holding my book bag in one hand and the missing wet diaper in 
the other. My whole body shook like a violent earthquake at the sudden 
sight of him standing there.
	"You ran from me!" is all he said.
	All I could do was stand there in the tub, totally in the nude of 
course and dripping wet.

Chapter - 7

	My mind was racing but I think my heart may have stopped 
completely, at least it seemed too. He repeated himself with an ever-
increasing look of anger on his face, "You ran from me today!"
	I felt my legs shaking and then my arms began to shake too. "I 
warned you this morning..." He paused as he took a breath through his 
clenched lips that made a hissing sound. "Why-did-you-run?" I could see 
his face was getting red and my legs were now becoming Jell-O.
	"I-I-I..." that was all I got out just as we both heard.
	"Kids! It's supper time!" Oh my wonderful mother had once again 
been the beacon of hope in a very dark moment.
	Doug gritted his teeth as he spoke, "After supper, you and I are 
going to have a talk in your room."
	He shoved my book back into my chest knocking me down to the 
floor. He took a step closer to me and I held the bag in front of me 
for protection. "And don't even think of trying to get away from me 
this time or so help me."
	I saw his arm move and I closed my eyes tight and braced for the 
impact but instead of hitting me, the stuffed the diaper that I had 
worn the night before right into my face and smeared it around. The 
smell of stale urine was really bad and I could barely breath as he 
continued to smear it into my face.
	"Boys!" mom was yelling again, "Get down here before everything 
gets cold!"
	He finally let off on the pressure but didn't remove the wet and 
smelly diaper from my face. As soon as I felt him let loose I reached 
up and pulled it away so I could breath. However the second I pulled 
the diaper from my face down came he fist and connected with my chin. 
Since my head was already on the floor there was no chance for recoil 
and my chin took the full brunt of his punch. He then put his free hand 
around my throat as he saw I was about to start to cry.
	"Oh no you don't!" he said.
	He was slightly choking me, "If you cry then mom will come up 
here and well, I will just have to tell her about your diapers!"
	I fought back the tears and he eventually let go of my throat. He 
stood up and was looking straight down on me.
	"You are so pathetic, you little worm!" he said and then spit 
right into my left eye.
	After he left the bathroom I again felt the tears beginning to 
flow but I knew I had to hurry and get downstairs or mom would be 
coming up after me. I quickly stuffed the wet diaper into my book bag, 
grabbed the washrag I had just used in the shower and wiped my face as 
good as I could, picked up my robe but didn't bother to put it on and 
grabbed my book bag and ran back to my room. I tossed the bag under my 
bed, quickly dressed being extra careful of my still aching chin as I 
pulled on my shirt and then went down for dinner.
	I made it a point to keep my head down at the table just in case 
my chin was showing signs of bruising or swelling. Also I was trying 
not to make eye contact with Doug.
	"Doug?" I glanced at mom as she started to talk to my brother, 
"Did Danny tell you that he helped Mr. Peterson from up the street to 
plant flowers today after school?"
	I didn't look up.
	"Yea, Rog, and I seen the new flowers and seen the two of them 
talking." He replied.
	"Danny said that Mr. Peterson even paid him for his help." I 
couldn't believe mom told him that. Now he would try to get it from me.
	"So sweet-heart, how much did he pay you anyway?" She just 
couldn't leave it alone.
	I mumbled, "Five dollars." It was a bold faced lie but I knew I 
had a five dollar bill from my paper route money and Doug wouldn't know 
any different.
	I heard Doug make a sound that confirmed for me that I was right 
about him and my money.
	"Well if you ask me that old man is weird and creepy and anyone 
that hangs around him is just the same." I could feel his evil eyes 
boring holes in the top of my head as I kept my eyes on my plate.
	"Douglas, don't say such things about someone you don't know and 
especially your brother." I was wondering if she was going to include 
me in her scolding of my brother.
	I managed to make it through dinner without mom seeing my chin. 
After I had placed my dishes into the dishwasher I ran up to my room 
stopping off at the bathroom to inspect my chin in the mirror. Sure 
enough it was a little swollen but so far it had not started to bruise. 
I took another rag out from under the sink ran cold water on it and and 
placed it on my chin. The cool water seemed to sooth the pain a bit. I 
then walked to my room holding the cold wet rag against my chin.
	Now I won't lie to you, at this point I was so scared and I was 
absolutely sure that my brother was going to be coming into my room at 
any moment and I honestly do not know what he might do to me or make me 
do. I decided to try to bribe him. I took my bank, pulled the little 
rubber stopper out of the bottom of it and shook every bit of it's 
contents onto my bed. I went and retrieved a five-dollar bill from my 
secret stash after making sure Doug was nowhere to be seen. I spread it 
all out on the bed to make it look like there was more then there was.
	
Chapter - 8

	I didn't have to wait very long before he showed up. He walked 
into my room and immediately saw the change sprawled out.
	"What the heck is this?" He asked as he closed and locked my 
door.
	My heart was pounding so hard that I was sure I could see my 
shirt moving over my chest. "I-it-it's all of my money!" I said.
	"You can have it, all of it ok?" deep inside I was praying this 
gesture would get him to leave me alone and not tell mom and dad about 
my diapers and pacifier. But I knew it was a feeble attempt.
	He reached down and scooped up a handful of the change and looked 
at it.
	"How much is here?" he demanded.
	"I don't know. It looks like close to ten dollars." I said while 
reaching across the bed and holding out the five-dollar bill. "And you 
can even have the money Mr. Peterson gave me for helping to plant those 
new flowers."
	He quickly swiped the money from my hand and proceeded to stuff 
it and all the change into his pockets.
	I swallowed hard, "So does this mean you wont tell mom and dad?"
	He stopped, looked at me and smiled, "Not a chance Worm!"
	My heart sunk.
	"But thank you for not making me have to pound you to get you to 
give me the money, Worm." He sneered as he scooped the rest of the 
money into his now bulging pants pockets.
	I hated that I was doing it, but I started to cry again.
	After he had all of my money from off the bed he came around to 
the side of the bed I was on. My whole body tensed up and I just knew I 
was about to get the worst beating he had ever given me. When he was 
only about 2 feet away from me he sat down on my bed, which totally 
caught me off guard.
	"Relax, Worm!" he said.
	I realized he had settled in with this name for me but I was too 
scared of him to tell him to stop let alone even consider relaxing. I 
don't think a thousand elephant tranquilizers could relax me right now.
	He patted his bulging pockets. "I have decided that I am not 
going to hit you."
	I didn't believe him.
	"I must admit however, that if I had caught you earlier today I 
was planning to hurt you bed. Oh, and Rog was more than ready to do 
so." He lifted himself up and scooted back a bit more onto the bed so 
he could get one of his legs up on the bed with his shoe hanging over 
the end and the other still on the floor. From downstairs we both heard 
the phone ring and in unison we looked at my bedroom door waiting to 
hear if mom would call either of us to the phone, but she didn't and he 
he turned his attention back to me and continued what he was saying.
	"I have since calmed down and decided that I can pretty much make 
you do anything I want right now knowing what I know about you." The 
tears were flowing down my face as he talked.
	"Worm, I figure the pop I gave you on the jaw well, just consider 
that pay back for running today. Oh and by the way, run again and I 
promise that Rog and I will make it so you can never run again." He 
flashed his evil smile at me, "Ok?"
	I nodded my head in agreement, after all, what choice did I have.
	"From now on, all of your paper route money goes to me. All of 
your allowance goes to me. If that old fart gives you so much as 
another dime, you give it to me. You getting the idea here?"
	I nodded again.
	"Also, you are going to do everything, Rog, or I say. And I do 
mean everything." He paused, looked around my room and back to me.
	"Ok now where are you hiding your diapers and whatever else?" he 
demanded.
	I was still unwilling to give up my secret hideout. So I just 
stood there, tears running down my face and dripping on my shirt that 
by now is getting rather damp.
	Doug reached forward slowly and I naturally recoiled but he still 
caught a hold of my shirt and pulled me forward onto the bed with my 
chest and face landing in his lap.
	He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled my head up so that I 
was looking him in the eye. "Where?" his voice beginning to show his 
anger again.
	I tried to pull away but this just made him even madder. He 
pushed me off of him and the bed and I fell to my knees on the floor. I 
didn't have a chance to react before he was on top of me. He shoved me 
backwards and my head hit the carpeted floor with a thud. Even though 
it was carpeted, it still made me see stars. I struggled to get away 
and started to yell but he coved my mouth and nose with one hand and 
buried his other fist deep in my stomach knocking the wind out of me. 
Next I felt his knee make contact with my groin as an avalanche of pain 
roared through my body. Again he hit me in the stomach and then the 
chest.
	"I am really enjoying this, Worm! If you want me to stop you had 
best tell me where you hide your..." he stopped mid-sentence when mom 
shouted up to us. He removed his hand from my nose but still kept my 
mouth covered.
	"Boys, I am going to meet your dad over at Mike and Joanna's to 
play cards. We will be home late so I want you both in bed by nine!" 
She shouted.
	I was in no shape to utter a word let alone cry for help. Doug 
yelled back, "Ok mom, I will make sure Danny gets to bed. I love you!"
	God he was such a hypocrite I thought and I tried to breath 
through the pain.
	"Ok sweetie, see you both in the morning!" She said.
	Doug held my mouth with one hand and had his other around my 
throat holding me down and keeping me from crying out for help until we 
both heard the front door close, mom's car start and then pull away.
	
Chapter - 9

	I felt abandoned and terrified at the idea that I was at my 
brother's mercy for the evening. Doug was staring straight down into my 
eyes, smiling his evil grin. "Now you're all mine, Worm!
	"What am I going to do with you?" he though out loud.
	I was desperately attempting to draw in air through my nose as he 
sat on my hips and held me down. I moaned in hopes he would now remove 
his hand from my mouth and throat since there was no one for me to yell 
for. He did remove both hands but placed them both on my shoulders.
	"Please let me go?" I begged only to have him rise up and bring 
his knee back down into my groin.
	I cried out, "OOOHH!" I wanted to reach down and hold myself but 
he had me pinned down to good.
	"Now you don't say another word, not even a moan! If you do I am 
going to make you wish you were dead!" He ordered.
	"I already do!" I cried out.
	He sent his fist down into my left side, "I said shut up!"
	"OOOHH!" I was now bawling like a baby and in so much pain. 
However Doug was being smart enough not to hit me in the face again. He 
was hitting me in places that mom and dad were not likely to see.
	"Now are you going to shut up or should I just keep beating the 
crap out of you?" He shouted right into my ear.
	I didn't know how to answer, I didn't want to say anything, and I 
didn't want him to hit me again.
	"Just nod your head if you are going to be quite." He ordered
	I nodded, wincing from all the pain.
	"And are you going to do everything I say?" He asked.
	I nodded again.
	"Ok, I am going to let you up but so help me, if you so much as 
moan or try to get away!" He didn't have to say anything else. I knew 
he had me right were he wanted me and I was hurting so bad I just 
wanted him off of me.
	He slowly lifted himself and stood up. I curled up there on the 
floor and silently cried. At this point I didn't care if mom and dad 
found out about my diapers. There was nothing they would do to me that 
could be as bad as what Doug was doing to me.
	He kicked me in the butt hard enough to move me on the floor a 
little. Get up, Worm!
	I managed to get to my feet but I could not stand up straight. My 
stomach hurt too much.
	"Where are they?" He demanded.
	I pointed to my desk.
	"I already looked in your desk, they aren't there!" he snapped.
	"Pull out the bottom drawer all the way." I said half scared he 
would jump me again for talking.
	He pulled out the drawer and found my entire stash. He took 
everything and threw it all on the bed.
	"You are one very sick dog, do you know that?" he barked as he 
walked back over and stood in front of me.
	I braced for another attack.
	"Take your cloths off!" he demanded.
	I looked up at him.
	"I said strip!" he said through his teeth.
	I began to slowly take off my shirt. I was moving slow because I 
was scared of what he was going to do next but mostly because it hurt 
so bad to move any part of my body at this point.
	I evidently was not moving fast enough for him because just as I 
got my shirt pulled up to my where my head was now in it, he grabbed it 
and yanked it off letting me know that my chin was still very tender. 
After he pulled it off my arms I doubled back over and held my stomach 
in pain again.
	He then dropped to his knees, grabbed my jeans by the waste and 
without unsnapping or unzipping them yanked them all the way down to my 
ankles leaving me with only my underwear on.
	"Step out of them!" he said in a less demanding tone.
	I did as he said stepping backwards. He reached back up and 
around me as he grabbed my backside with both hands and pulled me back 
toward him. He looked up at me, took a hold of my underwear and pulled 
them all the way down as well. This time I stepped out of them without 
being told.
	There I stood, totally in the nude before my bother for the 
second time today.
	"It sure is small!" He said intending to hurt me deep, which he 
did.
	I didn't see it coming but I sure felt it when his fist made 
contact with my groin. This dropped me back to the floor writhing in 
pain.
	"What was that for?" I cried!
	He stood up, grabbed me and through me to the bed which sent 
several diapers flying off the bed to the floor. "Because I felt like 
it!" he said.
	I laid there on the bed holding my groin and crying.
	"I am going to go get something. If I come back and don't you 
dare move even one inch!" he sprayed me with spit as he turned to leave 
the room.
	I didn't move at all while he was gone. I new he was a lot faster 
then me and there was little chance I could make it to the phone before 
he would get me. And besides, I as much as I was hurting right now I 
didn't think I could move if I wanted too.
	Within a minute or two he came back into my room carrying dad's 
digital camera. He closed and locked my bedroom door again and set the 
camera on my desk.
	I nearly asked him what the camera was for when I remembered that 
I wasn't allowed to talk at all. He proceeded to take all of my diapers 
and stacked them neatly on my desk and picked up the ones that fell to 
the floor as well. I just laid there and watched fearing what might 
come next.

To Be Continued