    Summary: Boy and his mother must move to a new apartment to save money.
    Boy is scared about leaving his best friends behind, and his baby
    sitter too, until he meets his new baby sitter and her brother.

    "Bill" BY CODY MATTHEW JAMES III 2/8/05

    Chapter 1 HOW WE MET BILL

    This story is purely fictional. Any relation of names to anyone living
    or dead is purely coincidence. All chapters must be read in order to
    maintain the context of this story. ENJOY! C.M.J. III

    "Here, let me help you with that," the voice sprang up from behind me.

    I lost my grip on the mattress my mom and I were moving into our new
    apartment.

    "You shouldn't be moving something that heavy ma'dam," the man said to
    my mom.

    I turned to see a guy walk past me and take the front end of the
    mattress from my mother's hands.

    "You shouldn't be using those lovely hands in that manner."

    "Oh…we really don't need any help…sir." my mom said.

    "My name is Bill," he said as he helped me carry the mattress into our
    apartment.

    "Scotty and I can handle moving our furniture Mr.…Bill," my mom said.

    "I've got a few minutes so I can give you a hand Miss…Mrs…"

    "Mrs. McCormick." my mom filled in.

    "And where would you like us to put this fine mattress Mrs. McCormick."
    Bill asked.

    "Through the hall, bedroom on the right please."

    "Done." Bill said.

    We placed the mattress on the box spring and walked back into the
    living room.

    "By the way, my name is Bill Stiles. I live in apartment 22 G, upstairs
    Mrs. McCormick."

    "Oh, please call me Jeanne."

    "I think Scotty and I can take care of the rest of the furniture Bill,"
    my mom said as she put the pillows on the couch.

    "Nonsense Mrs. McCormick, I mean Jeanne. I just got off work and I was
    going to do my weight lifting when I got home. If I help Scotty bring
    in the rest of the furniture, I will be killing two birds with one
    stone."

    My mom blushed when Bill winked at her.

    "Come on Scotty. We can have this done in a few minutes." Bill said as
    he placed his hand on my shoulder and led me back out the front door.

    When we got to the carport, Bill took off his dark brown sports jacket
    and laid it on the front seat of my mom's car. I grabbed the last box
    of kitchen utensils and watched Bill pick up the heavy coffee table. I
    could see his arm muscles bulge inside his light blue long sleeve shirt
    as he lifted the table up and start walking to the apartment.

    "What do you do for a living Scotty?" Bill asked me as we walked down
    the long hallway.

    "I..."

    "Don't tell me...My E.S.P. says you are in the U.S. Air Force and
    you're a pilot in one of those jet fighters."

    "No, I'm..."

    "I know. You're an adviser for President Bush, right?" Bill asked.

    "No, I go to..."

    "You're a world famous college professor and you took some time off so
    you could help you mother move. Right." Bill interrupted me again.

    "NO! I go to school." I answered quickly.

    "Oh. Which school do you go to Scotty, Cal Tech, U.S.C., U.C.L.A.?

    "No, I will be going to Lone Hill elementary school this fall."

    "You're pulling my leg Scotty. I thought you were about twenty two
    years old."

    "When was the last time you saw a four foot almost one inch tall twenty
    two year old Bill?"

    "Last week I saw a three foot tall three year old." Bill said as we
    walked into the apartment.

    As we entered the apartment, Bill said "I take it Mrs. McCormick, the
    coffee table goes in front of the sofa."

    "You shouldn't have carried the heavy table all by yourself
    Bill...Scotty, why didn't you give him a hand?"

    Before I could answer my mom, Bill said "He's the supervisor. You can't
    ask the supervisor to give you a hand Mrs. McCormick."

    I really liked Bill now I thought to myself, he had a sense of humor
    and a great imagination.

    'Let's go and finish off that trailer so your mom can get it back to
    the rental yard sport." Bill said.

    As we headed back out the door I told Bill "I'll see you out back in a
    minute. I need to do something first."

    "Okay see you out back Scotty."

    As Bill was heading to the carport, I went to my bedroom. When I looked
    in, I was glad my mom didn't make me take the sheet off the mattress
    this morning so she could wash it. The last thing I wanted Bill to find
    out was that I wet my bed.

    "Mom, don't take the sheet off my bed. I'll wash it later."

    I was glad that it was dark last night when we moved my bed and dresser
    over here from our old apartment. No one saw us move it in. We kind of
    snuck it in last night so they would not see the stains on my mattress.

    I had a great time my last night at our old apartment, sleeping in a
    sleeping bag with my best friends Matt and Kyle. It was kind of a going
    away party last night for my mom and me at our old apartment. I was
    going to miss Matt and Kyle, but my mom said there were some kids
    living in our new apartment building that were about the same age as
    me.

    If Bill looked into my room, all he would see is a mattress with a
    sheet on it that needed a blanket, and bedspread.

    "Bill, are there any kids in this apartment building about my age?" I
    asked as I caught up to him.

    "Kevin lives next door to me. He's about eight years old."

    "I was thinking about someone about eleven to twelve years old."

    "Well, there is a boy, his name is Samone. He lives upstairs in the
    rear about here." Bill said as he pointed to the ceiling over his head.

    "How old is he?"

    "He's about your age Scotty, eleven or twelve, but I need to tell you
    something about him first."

    "What?"

    Bill turned so he was facing me.

    "Samone is what they call mentally challenged. Do you know what that
    means Scotty?"

    "Sure, it means his brain is not working like it normally should."

    "I couldn't have said it better myself Scotty."

    "I had to work with some kids like that when we were filming a
    commercial for a PBS station one time." I told Bill

    "You're in commercials Scotty?"

    "Yeah, my mom tries to get me modeling jobs and some commercials every
    now and then to make ends meet as she says."

    "What kind of commercials have you done?" Bill asked as we walked back
    to the apartment.

    "Did you ever see a commercial about life insurance, almost five years
    ago. The husband and wife were talking about getting more life
    insurance as they stood over a crib looking at the kid sleeping."

    "Can't really say I did."

    "Oh, the camera was on me all the time and you could only hear the
    parent's voices in the back ground. They never showed the parents at
    all."

    "And the boy turns over onto his side and puts his thumb in his mouth?"
    Bill said.

    "Right, my thumb and mouth."

    Bill stopped in the hallway, and as I stood there for a second, he
    studied me.

    "That was you in the commercial Scotty. I remember those eyes."

    "Yeah, I did that one when I was six years old"

    "How did you land the job?"

    "My mom needed some money to make the rent, and they couldn't get any
    of the other kids to turn onto their side on cue. I was in the same
    studio auditioning for a shoe commercial when the life insurance
    sponsor saw me."

    "Did you get the shoe commercial too?"

    "No, my feet were too small, but with the insurance commercial we made
    the rent for about six months."

    "What about the PBS commercial, what was that about?"

    "That was a freebee my mom says. She wanted to get me more exposure on
    TV, so I was in a commercial about autism. It was entitled 'I have
    feelings too'

    "Sounds like you have had an interesting life so far Scotty."

    "What do you do for a living Bill?"

    "I'm into advertising, drawing up advertisements for a wine company,
    and I do advertising for some beer companies, too."

    "Need an almost eleven year old beer pusher?"

    "No, but we are expanding into some different fields this fall. How are
    you mechanically?"

    "I like to take things apart to see how they work, why?"

    "We just branched out into mechanical field last week. Think you could
    hold up the golden gate bridge in your hands Scotty?"

    "In one hand with my other tied behind my back." I said jokingly.

    "Where would you like me to put these lamps Mrs., I mean Jeanne?"

    "Those two go on either side of the couch, and that one goes in
    Scotty's bedroom." my mom answered.

    "I'll take that to my room Bill." I said as I put the last box down on
    the couch, and then Bill handed me the lamp.

    I took the lamp to my room and put it down on the nightstand. As I
    looked around the room, I saw the sliding closet door was open. When I
    looked down at the cardboard box, it was clearly marked: Diapers and
    plastic pants. I closed the closet door quickly slamming it against the
    doorstop.

    "Scotty, are you okay in there?"

    "Yeah, these closet doors close so easy, not like the ones at our old
    apartment."

    As I walked back into the living room, Bill was at the front door
    waiting for me.

    As we headed out back one last time, I asked Bill about swimming in the
    pool. He told me it was for the tenants and their guests use only, and
    the pool was heated year round.

    I ask him about the blond girl I saw swimming in the pool last weekend
    when my mom and I came over to sign the rental agreement. Bill told me
    her name was Cathy, and she was going to start collage this fall. When
    Bill saw the interest I was showing in learning more about her, he said
    that maybe he could get her to baby sit me sometime. I told Bill that I
    was almost eleven, but in my mind, I wouldn't mind her babysitting me
    anytime no matter how old I was.

    It was almost noon before Bill and I finished unloading the trailer and
    car. Everything was now in our new apartment. My mom thanked Bill and
    told him she was going to take him out to dinner as soon as we were
    settled for all his help.

    "I guess I'd better hit the road so you and Scotty can get settled in
    Jeanne." Bill said.

    "Bill. I'll walk out with you. I need to move my car." my mom said.

    As they left, I looked around the apartment. It was a big mess, but we
    were finally moved in.

    I went to my room and lay down on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I
    was so tired from being up early this morning.

    "Hey kid, crashing on me?"

    "No, I'm just tired from all this moving."

    "I need to get the trailer back, and I thought we could do lunch at
    McDonalds after." my mom said.

    "Naw, I thought I would take a nap for awhile. I guess the hot weather
    got to me."

    "Hey, are you coming down with something Scotty? My mom asked as she
    felt my forehead.

    "I don't think so."

    "You do have a little temp. Maybe you had better take a nap."

    I turned over on my side when my mom said "You forgetting something
    Scotty?"

    'Mom, do I have to?"

    "Yes, we can't afford to buy you a new mattress yet, and besides, you
    don't have the mattress protector on your bed yet."

    I turned over onto my back and just lay there.

    "You're going to make me do all the work ,you little stinker?"

    "Do you like Bill?" I asked her

    "He's nice and pleasant…Where are your diapers, baby?"

    "In the closet on the left……What did you talk to Bill about when you
    went to move the car?"

    "Oh, a bunch of everything."

    "Like what?"

    "I told him I was looking for a sitter for you Scotty."

    "But mom, I'm almost eleven years old, I don't need a sitter."

    "Remember what we talked about last week?"

    "Yeah, I know you're working more hours but…."

    "No buts. Some nights I'll be getting home late, and I don't want
    anything bad to happen to my bright, good looking, honest, hard working
    sweet, precious, baby."

    "Aw mom."

    "What, you aren't my sweet precious baby?' she said as she took out two
    cloth diapers and a pair of plastic pants from the box in the closet.

    "If Matt and Kyle ever heard that sweet precious thing, I would be dead
    meat at school…..or would have been, for an entire year."

    "Aw my poor little boy." she said as she pulled my pants down as I lay
    there on the bed.

    After she took my pull-ups off, she slipped the double cloth diaper
    under me and pinned it, then pulled the plastic pants over my feet, up
    and over my diapers.

    "You have a good nap, and I'll take the trailer back. Be back in a
    while Scotty and do not answer the door."

    I turned over onto my stomach and went to sleep.

    I woke up when I heard the sound of a pan hit the floor in the kitchen.
    I looked over at the window to make sure it was still open. It seemed
    awful hot in my bedroom, and it was weird that no one was in the
    swimming pool outside my bedroom window on this hot Sunday. When I
    reached down to my crotch, I felt the wetness. It was a good idea to
    diaper me before my nap, otherwise it would mean me sleeping on the
    couch again tonight while my mattress dried out. I got up off the bed
    and went into the kitchen to see what was up.

    "About time you woke up Scotty. I thought I was going to have to wake
    you up to tell you it was bedtime."

    "I guess I was more tired then I thought."

    "How do you feel?"

    "Okay I guess."

    My mom felt my forehead "Your temperature is up."

    "Aw, I feel okay."

    "You go over to the couch and lay down. I'll go get the thermometer and
    a blanket for you. Now move."

    I went over to the TV to get the remote, then to the couch and lay down
    as my mom returned.

    "Let's put this in your mouth, or would you like it in the other end?"
    she teased me as she put the thermometer in my mouth.

    She put the blanket over me as I fidgeted.

    "Need to have your diaper changed?"

    "Naw, it's okay."

    "You're telling me the truth Scotty?"

    "I need a change." I replied.

    "Cloth diapers or pull-on diapers?"

    "Cloth diapers." I answered.

    I kind of figured that my mom knew that I didn't mind wearing diapers
    since I had so many wetting accidents,

    As long as I can remember, my mom had tried to get me into diaper
    commercials. The last one I tried out for was a holiday print
    disposable diaper after I had turned seven years old. I felt so
    embarrassed until I saw the other kids trying out. Compared to them I
    was one of the smaller ones.

    When I had a sleep over at my house with Matt and Kyle last year, I
    didn't know how I was going to get my diaper on without them knowing.
    When my mom said it was bedtime, Matt asked me if my mom diapered me or
    if I did it myself. I was shocked that he knew, then he told me he
    could smell the pee, and the baby powder just like in his baby
    brother's room. Then Matt told me that Kyle still wet his bed, and that
    he liked to wear diapers too. After Kyle and I were diapered by my mom,
    Matt walked back into my bedroom from the bathroom, naked, and asked if
    he could join the diaper party. My mom put a double diaper on him, but
    Matt never admitted he liked to wear diapers like Kyle and I do. When I
    saw Matt's erection, I knew he liked wearing diapers.

    "All done" my mom said.

    I felt more comfortable now with a dry diaper on.

    My mom took the thermometer out of my mouth "You do have a temperature,
    kid. Looks like your going to have to take it easy tomorrow."

    "I wanted to help unpack mom."

    "If your temp gets any higher, I'll have to take you to the doctor.
    Now, how about some dinner."

    "Like what?"

    "Since you didn't want McDonalds this afternoon, I got us some fish and
    chips."

    "When do we eat?" I said as I sat up quickly.

    Fish and chips were my favorite, even over hamburgers.

    "It's almost five o'clock now, how about in ten minutes?"

    When I smiled at her, she knew my answer.

    As we sat on the couch eating dinner and watching TV, my mom said
    "About your sitter, I talked to the apartment manager and he suggested
    that I hire Cathy Heather to look after you until school starts this
    fall. How do you feel about that Scotty?"

    I still thought that I was too old for a baby sitter, but when she
    mentioned Cathy, I was for that.

    "I guess its okay." I said.

    It was nine o'clock when I went to bed. Mom changed my damp diaper, and
    put clean sheets on my bed. She tucked me in, then kissed me on the
    forehead. I laid there after the light went out thinking about Matt and
    Kyle. They were probably sitting in front of the TV playing with Matt's
    game boy

    "Hey baby, going to sleep all morning?" my mommy asked as she sat down
    on my bed

    "Huh?' I said as I turned onto my back.

    "Need to take your temp, and by the way, Cathy is here to meet you."

    "Mom, I'm still in my…."

    "Hi Scotty. I'm Cathy Heather. I'll…"

    I pulled the covers over my head as fast as I could.

    "Looks like you have a shy son Mrs. McCormick."

    "Not really, we just caught him at a bad time."

    "Come on Scotty, let's see those pretty hazel eyes your mom told me
    about." Cathy said.

    "No."

    "I think he's embarrassed because he slept in his bare necessity's last
    night Cathy."

    "So we have a little Moglie here, you know, the boy from the Jungle
    book story." Cathy said

    "I think your right Cathy."

    "Scotty, I've been baby sitting most of my life, and I've seen
    everything."

    "Wanna bet." I said under my breath.

    "Come on Scotty, I need to take your temperature now, OR WE COULD DO IT
    THE OTHER WAY." my mom threatened.

    I pulled the sheet and blanket down to my neck, and there she stood.
    That beautiful blond haired girl that, some how I had fallen madly in
    love with even thought I'd only seen her once in her yellow bikini.
    Those blue eyes looking down at me and the perfect smile on that
    goddess sent tingles through my body. Her breasts were just the perfect
    size to match her fantastic body.

    "Are you done checking her out Scotty?' my mom asked.

    "Yeaaaah,…I mean no…..I mean I wasn't checking her out."

    "Sure, now if you could roll that tongue back into your mouth, I could
    put the thermometer under it." my mom remarked

    I felt my face getting red as Cathy was giggling while she looked
    around my room.

    "I will see you Wednesday morning Scotty…… Mrs. McCormick, I need to
    take off to sign up for my collage classes now. We can talk later, if
    we need too." Cathy said.

    "Thanks for stopping by Cathy, and please call me Jeanne."

    "Adios Scotty." Cathy said as she left.

    When I heard the front door close behind her, I said "Mom, why did you
    invite Cathy over so early. I'm still in my diaper, and the last thing
    I want her to find out…..Mom, did you already tell her that I wear
    diapers?"

    "No baby, I was going to leave that up to you."

    "How am I going to get ready for bed Wednesday night without her
    finding out?"

    "You can always say goodnight, come to your room, and put them on
    yourself sweetheart."

    "Yeah, I guess I wasn't thinking. How's my temperature mom?"

    "It's down, but not enough for you to mess around today. I want you on
    that couch watching TV, understand."

    "Yeah."

    "Let's get you changed. What do you want to wear today?"

    "Pull-ups."

    "Which ones?" she asked as she went thru my dresser.

    "Surprise me."

    I had my plastic pants down, and my diaper off when she came back to my
    bed with the pull-ups "Pretty soon you won't be able to wear these
    anymore, but you will always be my little baby."

    "Aw mom."

    "Ready for some breakfast?"

    "Steak and eggs?"

    "In your dreams kid, cereal and milk."

    After I had breakfast, I lay down on the couch and watched TV. My mom
    was busy putting things away in our new apartment. I felt so guilty
    just laying there.

    "Mom, I'm bored. Can I help?"

    "No, I want you in tip top condition Wednesday when Cathy is here. Oh,
    I forgot to tell you, Cathy was a swim instructor at a school. Maybe
    she can teach you how to swim better."

    "I swim okay now that Mrs. Santos taught me last summer."

    "You could still us some improvement Scotty. Dog paddling is not what
    you call swimming."

    When it was lunchtime, my mommy made soup and sandwiches for us.

    After dinner, my mom surprised me with a warm bath then we watched the
    movie Daddy Day Care.

    My mom exchanged my pull-ups for a double diaper. Mom said my temp was
    near normal that night.

    When I woke up on Tuesday morning, I felt weird. I didn't know what it
    was until I rolled over onto my back and felt it squish up into my butt
    crack. When my mom came in, she knew what had happened by the smell. I
    was so embarrassed, but she led me to the bathroom and cleaned me up.
    She didn't ask me what I wanted to wear that day, she just put one of
    my bed wetter diapers on me and then a pair of plastic pants.

    I was confined to the couch most of the day watching cartoons while I
    still had a slight temp.

    By the time dinner rolled around, all the cardboard boxes were in the
    trash, and we were in our new apartment.

    As we sat done on the couch for dinner that night, my mom gave me the
    rules when Cathy was there.

    "When Cathy is here tomorrow, I want you to behave, and do everything
    she tells you to do. Don't argue with her. Try and be helpful because
    she is baby-sitting you for a lot less pay then I paid Mrs. Santos.
    Cathy also mentioned that she might be baby-sitting another child while
    she watches you Scotty. You can go to her apartment as long as she is
    there. Her apartment and Bill's are safe houses, remember what I told
    you about safe houses?"

    "Yeah, if I need help immediately I go to a safe house." I said.

    "Bill usually works nights, so he might be home during the daytime, and
    if you can't get to a safe house when you need one, what do you do?"

    "Yell fire as loud as I can, over and over." I replied.

    "You learn well."

    "I know, I was taught by the best teacher I know." I said as I looked
    into my mom's eyes.

    My mom started blushing until I said "Miss. Sweeney, my first grade
    teacher."

    My mom hit me upside my head with the pillow that I was using on the
    couch.

    "Get your butt in on your bed so I can get you ready for bed." my mom
    said then smiled.

    I grabbed my pillow and went to my room.

    "Baby, get one of the extra large towels and spread it on your bed."

    "Are you going to give me a massage tonight?" I yelled back.

    "Yes, I thought you might like one after all this moving we did."

    "I will." I said as I took out a towel out of the hall closet and
    spread it on my bed, then I took out two cloth diapers out of my
    dresser drawer then laid them on the bed. My mommy helped me get
    undressed and then she put all my clothes in the clothes hamper, except
    the plastic pants.

    I lay down on my bed on my stomach as she sat down on the bed beside
    me.

    "Warm baby lotion?" I asked her.

    "Of course, nothing but the best for my kid. Got to take your temp
    again, too."

    I laid my head down on my pillow and opened my mouth, then I felt the
    thermometer being inserted into my rear end.

    "MOM!"

    "Miss. Sweeney the best teacher you ever had huh?"

    "I was just pulling your leg mom!"

    "I know, but I just wanted to talk to you."

    "About what?" I asked as she started massaging the warm baby lotion
    into my shoulders.

    "Wanted to thank you for all your help this last week. I know that you
    didn't want to move and leave all your friends behind, but you never
    complained once."

    "Think Mrs. Santa Clause might be able to get me a game boy this
    Christmas? I don't even care if it is used."

    "I'll talk to her personally about that baby."

    Mom worked her way down my back to my rear, then down my legs with the
    warm lotion. When she was done, she took the thermometer out and read
    the temp.

    "Ninety-nine point eight degrees, you should be back to normal by
    morning."

    I turned onto my back as she slipped the diapers under my rear.

    "I sure hope that Cathy baby sitting you works out sweetheart." she
    said as she massaged warm baby lotion on my chest.

    "Do you think I might get any modeling jobs or commercials before
    school starts, I really don't care what they are."

    "I still have you listed with the Freedman agency, and you know where
    your portfolios are,."

    'Yeah, in the right hand drawer of the desk."

    Mom was working on my front diaper area when she said "Looks like
    someone is anxious to get his diaper on."

    She finished my massage when I asked "What time do you leave in the
    morning mom?"

    "Early. Why?"

    "I just wanted to say goodbye tomorrow morning before you left, that's
    all."

    "Tell you what. I'll stick my head in and see if you are awake, okay?"
    She asked as she finished pulling the plastic pants up over my diaper.

    She tucked me into bed, gave me a kiss, and then gathered up the lotion
    and the towels as she headed towards the door.

    I'll see you tomorrow baby." she said as she turned off the light.

    "MOM"

    "Yes Scotty?"

    "I love you."

    "I love you too baby. Sweet dreams."

    I turned onto my stomach and laid there. I got to thinking about Matt,
    Kyle, and Mrs Santos and started crying softly. It had been such a
    scary and sometimes good week.

    My old friends were miles and miles away from me now.

    I wondered what was Cathy like? Was she strict, or did she like to have
    fun?

    I could no longer ride my bike down to my mom's work anymore like I use
    to, especially when I needed to talk to her. Her work was a lot further
    away from our new apartment now.

    And now that Matt and Kyle lived so far away, who was going to restrain
    me from tearing up the world like Matt use to do when I lost my temper.
    Who was going to sit and listen to me when I felt like talking like
    Kyle use to do? And Mrs. Santos, she was like a grandmother to me. I
    missed all of them so much now, and I was so scared. I buried my face
    in my pillow and cried some more.

    END OF CHAPTER 1

`Chapter 2 MY NEW BABYSITTER`