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

    Chapter 5 A NEW JOB FOR ME?

    "What did you do to your knee Scotty?" Cathy asked as she picked me up
    and sat me down on my bed next to Bill.

    "I kind of missed the last step on the stairs."

    "Cathy, Is there a first aid kit around here?" Bill asked.

    "Yes, I saw it in the bathroom, I'll go get it Bill." she said as she
    hurried off to the bathroom.

    She returned a minute later with the first aid kit, then Bill said,
    "I'll clean up the scraps Cathy, you better go make an ice pack for
    him. His knee is starting to swell up."

    Cathy went to the kitchen as Bill cleaned up my cuts on my knee. I
    flinched a few times when he applied the antiseptic to my scrape.

    "What you doing tomorrow Scotty, about ten a.m.?"

    "Nothing."

    "How about joining me in the pool for a swim?"

    "Sure…Bill…I am really sorry."

    "You're forgiven, Scotty."

    "Bill, should I take him to the emergency room?" Cathy asked as she
    entered my room.

    "Naw, Scotty will probably be dancing up a storm in an hour or so."
    Bill said as he took the ice pack from Cathy and put it on my injured
    knee.

    "Bill."

    "Yes Scotty."

    "I don't know how to dance."

    Bill looked at me, and then we all burst out laughing.

    When Bill regained his composure, he showed Cathy how to apply the ice
    pack on my knee, and told her to leave it on for about five minutes
    then take it off for ten minutes, then put it back on for another five
    minutes, He said that would keep the swelling to a minimum.

    "Looks like you're grounded Scotty, at least in front of the TV." Cathy
    said as she picked me up in her arms, then carried me into the living
    room, and sat me down on the couch.

    Bill reapplied the ice pack to my knee as I sat on the couch.

    "Got it Scotty, five minutes on, ten minutes off."

    I shook my head yes.

    "Then I'll see you tomorrow for our meeting at ten, you know the
    place."

    "Yes." I answered.

    "Well, I got to go now, so I'll see you tomorrow." Bill said as he
    left.

    "What meeting was he talking about Scotty?" Cathy asked.

    "I think he wants to use me in a commercial for a new company that is
    starting up around here somewhere."

    "What are they going to manufacture?"

    "I don't know Cathy, but I know it has something to do with bed
    wetting. I'm kind of scared about that."

    "You can always turn him down Scotty, you know that?"

    "Yeah, but my mom needs the money."

    "Not if it makes you feel uneasy, no amount of money is worth that."

    "Cathy?"

    "Yes Scotty."

    "Can we have reruns for dinner tonight?"

    "Reruns?"

    "Yeah, leftovers."

    "What kind of…reruns?"

    "Chow mein my mom made last night."

    "Your mom made chow mein, I love chow mein." she said.

    "With water chestnuts."

    "Yeah, and bean sprouts?" she asked.

    "Plenty of them, and lots of mushrooms." I said to her.

    "You're going to get reruns for dinner tonight Scotty and I don't want
    to argue any more about it."

    I knew Cathy was teasing me, and then I said to her, "I forgot to thank
    you for the car seat you left yesterday."

    "No sweat Scotty, I just went down to the fire department and explained
    the situation to them. They have a program called, 'Car Care for Kids'
    where they hand out car seats to parents that need them. If your mom
    needs any help installing it in her car, let me know."

    "Cathy, my mom needs help putting a light bulb in a lamp, so I think
    she's going to be calling you."

    "Just have her give me a call."

    "Where did you and Ricky go so early yesterday morning? My mom wanted
    to take you and Ricky out for breakfast."

    "I had to get Ricky home, and ready for Sunday school."

    "Ricky goes to Sunday school?'

    'Yes, now you stay there on the couch. I don't want you walking on that
    leg, understand Scotty?"

    "Yeah." I said as I got the remote off the coffee table. I switched to
    the cartoon channel, and Scooby Doo movies were on. I lay back in the
    couch, and then decided to lie down, and soon I went to sleep.

    "Scotty, you hungry?" Cathy asked as she shook me awake.

    I opened my eyes and asked, "Dinner already?"

    "Yeah, you have been out over three hours."

    I sat up on the couch, then hopped off, only to fall down when the pain
    shot up and down my left leg.

    "Scotty, are you all right?" Cathy asked as she ran over to me.

    'Yeah. I forgot about my knee."

    Cathy looked at my knee, then she picked me up, and sat me back on the
    couch.

    "I'd better get you another ice pack for you knee Scotty, you STAY
    right here."

    Cathy took the old dripping ice pack I had and went into the kitchen.
    She made a new ice pack, then came back to the couch, and applied it to
    my knee.

    "Looks like your knee really swelled up. I'm still wondering if I
    should take you to the emergency room Scotty."

    "No Cathy, I just forgot about my knee, that's all."

    "Okay, you sit here, I'll bring your dinner to you."

    I could smell the chow mein as Cathy stirred it in the dish. She put
    the fried noodles on a plate, and smothered them with chow mein. She
    buttered two-pieces of bread, and then brought in the tray. My eyes
    bugged out when I saw the plate she made for me.

    "Time to eat, Scotty, and put that ice pack back on you knee.

    "But I'm hungry, I want to eat." I said as I gave her my sad look.

    "I brought you a spoon for that Scotty."

    I put the ice pack on my knee, and then I dove in to my dinner.

    "Slow down Scotty, your food isn't going anywhere, and look, you got
    half of it in your lap."

    "I'll get that as soon as I'm through with what's on my plate."

    "Hold on Scotty, until I get you something out of my handbag."

    Cathy took out the bib that I had worn at Romano's, and tied it around
    my neck.

    "Now you don't have to eat it out of your lap Scotty, you can eat it
    out of the pocket of your bib."

    Cathy brought her plate into the living room and ate with me. After we
    were done, she took my tray and her plate back to the kitchen. When she
    returned, I was lying down on the couch with my legs spread.

    "Are to trying to tell me something Scotty?"

    "Yeah, I want to learn how to dance, but I need my diaper changed
    first."

    "The diaper change I can handle, but it's going to be a few days before
    I can teach you how to dance, especially with that knee."

    I giggled, "Are you going to teach me the cha-cha?" I asked as I
    watched the commercial on TV."

    "No, I thought I teach you bossa nova, or how about ballet. You would
    look cute in blue leotard and tights, and a big bulging DIAPER."

    "Only Pampers. I only wear the best DIAPER money can buy." I told her.

    "I'll be right back with you changing pad, and DIAPER Scotty." she said
    as she went to my bedroom.

    I was watching TV, when another commercial came on. It was a fruit roll
    ups commercial and I watched the boy as he ate the roll up, then I
    wondered if they really tasted that good, and thought about the money
    that kid must be making just eating something on TV.

    "Ready to get your DIAPER changed Scotty?"

    "Yep… Cathy, what do fruit roll ups taste like?"

    "You've never tasted a fruit roll up?"

    "Nope, not that I can remember."

    "We'll have to pick some up for you sometime, and then you can find out
    for yourself. Now, please lift your BUTT."

    I raised my rear as Cathy placed the changing pad underneath me. She
    pulled my bike shorts off me, and then took my diaper off.

    "Keep your rear up Scotty, so I can get your rear good with this baby
    oil."

    Cathy took her time rubbing the oil all over my rear, and then she put
    a Pampers diaper down under me. She put more the baby oil on my crotch
    then my front and penis.

    "Where's this big meeting to take place tomorrow between you and Bill?"

    "He wants to meet me at the pool tomorrow at ten A.M. sharp."

    "If your knee is better."

    "I thought water therapy was good for things like this Cathy?"

    "It is as long as you see a doctor first Scotty."

    "I still want to go."

    "Only if your mom says its okay, and the swelling comes down a bit…Want
    to play a game until bedtime?"

    "Sure, what?"

    "I saw a Parcheesi game in you closet."

    "How about strip poker Cathy?"

    "No Scotty, besides your wearing only enough things for one hand, and
    you probably cheat better then I do."

    "Okay, Parcheesi I guess."

    Cathy went to my room, and returned with the game. She set it up on the
    couch between us, then I won high roll to see who went first. We played
    the game, while we watched TV, and after awhile, she got hungry, and
    made us some popcorn. It was already nine-forty-five, when we stopped
    playing Parcheesi.

    "Cathy, I need to go number two."

    "Okay Scotty. Cathy said.

    Cathy carried me to the bathroom. As she put the new potty seat on the
    toilet seat, I balanced on my right leg. She took my diaper off me,
    then she sat me on the potty seat. It felt so good to be able to sit on
    the toilet, and not fall in.

    "What are you doing Cathy?" I asked as she wrapped the plastic straps
    from the potty seat around my waist, and then fastened them together
    around my waist.

    "I want to make sure you stay seated while I'm gone for a few minutes."

    "Where you going?"

    "To the kitchen so I can get a plate of chow mein ready for your mom
    when she gets home."

    "You gonna leave me here with nothing to read?"

    Cathy went into my bedroom, then returned with my Hardy Boys book, and
    handed it to me.

    "Now you have something to read. I'll be back in a few minutes, and
    don't you move."

    I opened the book looking for the place where my mom had left off last
    night. As I was looking for the spot where she left off, I felt my
    penis getting bigger, I looked down at the potty deflector, and I could
    not see my penis at all.

    "Are you finished Scotty?"

    "I was finished ten seconds after you left."

    "Why didn't you say something?"

    "I"

    "You never speak up Scotty."

    "But I"

    "You need to tell me when you're done so I don't leave you in
    situations like this." Cathy jokingly said.

    "Okay." I said.

    I held onto the sink as Cathy wiped my rear, then she picked me up and
    carried me back to the couch. She was about to put the diaper back on
    me, when we heard two knocks on the front door. I looked at her as she
    said, "Sounds like your mom is home Scotty."

    We heard the key slide into the lock, and then, "Cathy, its Jeanne." my
    mom said as she opened the door.

    When my mom walked into the apartment, she was surprised to see me
    still up.

    "It's after ten Scotty, what are you doing up so late?"

    "I asked Cathy if I could stay up until you got home. It's important."

    "Scotty, what did you do to your leg?"

    "I just banged it up a little, that's all."

    "How did you do that?"

    "I came down the stairs from Bill's apartment a little too fast."

    "What have I told you about running on the stairs Scotty?"

    "I have something to give you mommy." I said as I spread my arms.

    My mom sat down and gave me a hug as Cathy went to the kitchen table,
    and got the ring.

    "I think he has something else for you Jeanne." Cathy said as she
    handed me the ring case.

    "Here mom, I found this in a store, and thought you might like it." I
    said as I handed her the case.

    "What, a present for me, and it's not even my birthday." she said as
    she opened the case slowly.

    Her hand went to her mouth quickly as see saw the ring. Tears welled up
    in her eyes as she said, "Scotty!…Where did you get this?"

    "Same place where we left it for safe keeping."

    She was crying softly as she took the ring out of the case, admired it
    for a few moments before she slipped it back on her ring finger, and
    then admired it some more. She looked me in the eyes, and then gave me
    a great big hug, and a kiss.

    "I thought I would never see this again…Oh Scotty, it must have cost
    you a lot of money."

    "I don't care, I just wanted to get it back for you."

    "Well your going to bed right now young man, no ifs, ands, or butts."
    she said, then realized I was naked from my waist down, then we all
    laughed.

    "Cathy, why don't you take off now, I think I can handle it from here."
    my mom said as she smiled at me.

    "I'll see you tomorrow then Scotty, same time." Cathy said as she got
    her handbag and let herself out the front door.

    My mom picked up my diaper as I raised my rear, and then I said,
    "Mommy, I have a meeting with Bill tomorrow at ten. I think he might
    have another job for me."

    "Doing what?" she asked as she pulled the diaper up between my legs

    "I don't know, but it has something to do with bedwetting."

    My mom frowned as she asked, "Is this something you want to do baby?"

    "I don't know, but Bill said he would tell me all about it tomorrow."

    "Let's get you to bed." she said as she picked me up in her arms and
    took me to my bedroom.

    She sat me down on the bed, pulled the covers down, and after I slipped
    my legs under them, she tucked me in. She looked at her ring again, and
    then kissed me on each of my cheeks, then my forehead.

    "You get to sleep now and thank you for this beautiful present." she
    said as she turned off the light.

    I turned over on my stomach and went right to sleep.

    When I woke up the next morning, my leg still hurt, but not as much as
    yesterday. I sat on the side of the bed for a moment before I allowed
    myself to slide off the bed and put my right foot on the floor. I put
    my left foot down on the floor gingerly, and then I put a little weight
    on it. My left foot did not hurt half as bad as it did last night. I
    looked at the clock on the nightstand, and it was eight-thirty.

    "Cathy, I need some help, please."

    "I was wondering if you were ever going to wake up Scotty. How does you
    knee feel this morning?"

    "Still a little tender, but lots better…Why did you let me sleep so
    long?"

    "You were up awful late, besides your meeting, SIR is just right out
    the front door. Now lets get you bathed Sir, so you won't be such a
    stinker."

    "Was my mom wearing her ring when she left this morning?"

    "Yes Scotty. I think she showed it to me at least a dozen times this
    morning while we had coffee. She said it was the best present she'd
    ever gotten."

    "I knew she would like it." I said.

    "Need to use the pot Scotty"}

    "Yeah, I think I'd better."

    Cathy placed the potty seat on the toilet, then took off my diaper, and
    then she sat me on the potty. She pulled me a little bit forward so my
    penis was in the potty deflector, then started filling the bathtub with
    water, and asked, "Bubbles, or just water?"

    "Surprise me." I answered.

    Cathy got out the bubble bath and poured it into the tub.

    "It's ninety three degrees outside already, looks like it's going to be
    a really hot day today.' she said.

    "Madam, looks like I will be doing my day in the pool. Remember I like
    my drinks stirred, not shaken, and for dinner, steak and fries,
    promptly at two PM madam." I said to Cathy joking.

    "Drinks, shaken, not stirred, and ground beef at five, with a side of
    green beans, got it." Cathy answered.

    "It's getting really hard to find good help these days." I said as she
    lifted me off the potty seat, and sat me down in the tub.

    Cathy was washing my hair when I asked her, "When I meet Bill in the
    pool this morning, think it would be okay if we poured the rest of the
    bubble bath into the pool?"

    "The apartment manager would really love that Scotty, I think you would
    be the shortest tendency in this apartment complex's history." she
    said.

    "What if we invite the manager down for a swim?"

    "I think he would be clean, but extremely MAD."

    "Bad idea?"

    "I think so Scotty."

    "What has Ricky been up to?"

    "No good, just like you Scotty."

    "Think you could bring him over again."

    "He asked me Sunday when he could come back over here to see you too."

    "And?"

    "Maybe next weekend…Now, stand up please."

    I got up slowly balancing myself with my hands on the lip of the tub.
    Cathy washed my rear, and then my front. She let the water drain out of
    the tub as she rinsed me off.

    "What kind of dress attire will you be wearing to the meeting sir, your
    little yellow racer, or perhaps a brightly colored Little Swimmer?"

    "I think it's going to be a very conservative meeting, so I shall be
    wearing my yellow racer."

    "Very good sir."

    We both laughed at ourselves.

    "Your knee looks better, how does it feel?"

    "Lots better, what's"

    "Waffles and sausage."

    "Thought you don't cook."

    "Very little, now let's put your business suit on Scotty." she said as
    she held my racer swimsuit down for me to step into. After she finished
    dressing me for my meeting, she picked me up and carried me into the
    kitchen and sat me at down on a chair at the kitchen table."

    "How do you like your waffles, Scotty?"

    "Not frozen."

    "I mean, do you like butter and syrup on them?"

    "Sure, plenty of butter, and lots and lots of syrup."

    "Just like Ricky." she said as she put the pork links in the frying
    pan.

    "Do you know what Bill might want to talk about?" I asked her.

    "All he said when I was walking home last night was there might be big
    bucks in it for you, and your mother. I don't want you saying anything
    to Bill that I told you Scotty, understand?"

    "Yeah, but, didn't he say anything else?"

    "He thought your mom was pretty."

    "He did! How old is Bill?"

    "Are you trying to be a match maker Scotty?"

    "Maybe."

    I started asking Cathy all kinds of questions about Bill. She would
    answer one, and then I would ask another.

    "Stop talking and eat your breakfast Scotty before I feed I to you."

    "I dare you." I said teasing her.

    "She reached over to my plate, picked up a piece of sausage with her
    fork and held it to my lips. I shook my head no.

    "Want me to tickle you?"

    I shook my head no again.

    "Will you please eat and stop talking?"

    I shook my head yes, and then opened my mouth as she feed me.

    "Why are you eating now?"

    "You said 'Please'."

    "Will you 'Please' wash my car?"

    "Nope, eating breakfast." I said.

    "Only if I feed you." Cathy said.

    I would pick up a piece of the waffle, and eat it, then Cathy would
    feed me a piece of sausage, and it went that way until I was done.

    "You know Scotty, with the food you and Ricky end up wearing after each
    meal, you could feed half the starving world."

    "I'm not wearing it, I'm just storing it for later, in case I get
    hungry." I said as she wiped my face and stomach.

    I helped her with the dishes, and then I went into the living room to
    watch TV.

    "Scotty, it's almost time to meet Bill." Cathy said from the kitchen.

    I went to the hall closet to get my float suit, and carried it back to
    the living room. As Cathy unsnapped the crotch, I asked her, "Why are
    you putting it on me that way?"

    "I don't want to hurt your knee Scotty." she said as she slipped the
    float suit over my head, pulled it down, and snapped the crotch closed.

    "Looks like your ready to go swimming Scotty."

    "This float suit feels a lot lighter then the one I used over at Matt's
    house. Are you sure I won't drown?'

    "I guarantee it Scotty, I've taught lots of kids how to swim using this
    type of float suit," she said, then I heard a splash from the pool.

    "I think Bill is in the pool Scotty. I am going to put my swimsuit on.
    I'll be out in a minute."

    I went to my room and looked out the window. Bill was doing his
    swimming laps in the pool. I stood there watching him swim back and
    forth with ease, and envied him. Maybe some day I will be able to swim
    like him, I thought to myself.

    "He's a good swimmer, isn't he?" Cathy asked me from behind.

    "Yeah. Think I'll ever swim like that?" I asked her, never taking my
    eyes off of Bill.

    "If you practice a lot Scotty, you might…Ready for your meeting with
    Bill?'

    "Yeah, kind of."

    "Butterflies?"

    "Yeah."

    "Better get it over with then Scotty." Cathy said as we headed to the
    pool.

    As were entered the pool area, Cathy closed the gate quietly so not to
    disturb Bill. I sat down on the lounge chair, and Cathy sat down beside
    me. We watched Bill swim lap after lap for a few minutes before he
    noticed us and stopped.

    "Looks like your wearing something better then water wings Scotty."

    "Yeah, Cathy picked this up at the Y for me."

    "We'll you better get in and try it out, by the way, how's your knee
    doing?"

    "Okay, the swelling is down a lot." I said as I climbed into the pool.

    After I was in the pool, I tried the buoyancy of the float suit. It did
    not shoot me back up to the surface of the water likes Matt's old float
    suit did, but brought me back to the surface gently. I dog paddled out
    a little further, trying the buoyancy as I went.

    "Scotty, you know you're in six feet of water?" Bill said as he treaded
    water.

    I froze for a moment, then realized that I was not going to sink.

    "Swim out here Scotty." Bill said to me as he treaded water further out
    in the deep end.

    I swam to him, and as I got there, "Swim back to me now." Cathy said.

    I turned and started swimming back towards Cathy, when Bill said, "Kick
    your feet, and stretch out you arms." then Cathy said, "Cup the water,
    and push it behind you Scotty.

    I reached out, grabbed the water and then pulled my cupped hands from
    the front of me to behind me. I was swimming, and no one was helping
    me. Cathy, Bill and I swam for an hour before Bill asked, "Are you
    ready to talk Scotty?"

    I shook my head slowly yes, then I felt the butterflies return to my
    stomach.

    We got out of the pool and dried off. I sat down on Cathy's lap on the
    lounge chair, and Bill pulled up another chair. He picked up his
    briefcase, opened it up and took out a picture, and handed it to me. I
    looked at it, and it was a little league team photo. As I looked at it,
    Bill said, "Look at the boy in the front row, forth from the left."

    I saw a black haired kid holding a bat, and a big smile on his face.

    "So?"

    "That's my new client's son, his name is Shawn, and he's all grown up
    now, twenty one years old.

    I looked at Bill.

    "Here Scotty, try this magnifying glass and see it you can tell the
    difference between him and any of the other boys in the picture."

    I looked at him through the magnifying glass and at the boy to his
    right, and could see no difference.

    I looked up at Bill again.

    "Can't see any difference?" Bill asked me.

    I shook my head no as I studied Shawn again with the magnifying glass.

    "In that picture, Shawn is wearing a diaper under his uniform." Bill
    said.

    I looked briefly at Bill, and then studied Shawn's waist in the
    picture. There was no bulge in his pants like there usually was in mine
    when I wore a diaper.

    "He's not wearing a diaper." I said to Bill.

    "Yes he is Scotty, turn the photo over, and there are the uniform
    numbers of the other boys in that picture who are wearing the same type
    of diaper."

    I turned the picture over and saw that most of the boy's uniform
    numbers were listed on the back. I flipped the photo over again and
    looked at Shawn and the other boys, and could not see any bulges in any
    uniforms. I looked back at Bill, and he was holding a small white
    disposable diaper in his hand.

    "Is that what their wearing?" I asked Bill as he handed me the diaper.

    "Yes Scotty. They are called Sports Diapers."

    I felt the diaper, then looked around to make sure no one else was
    watching us.

    "He was wearing this when the picture was taken?"

    "Yes and his father designed the diaper and made them for Shawn."

    I opened the plastic covered diaper, and looked inside. It was soft,
    and half as thick as a Pampers diaper. As I folded it together, I said
    to Bill, "This looks more like a bikini diaper."

    "Mr. Jordan made these for his son because he always had wetting
    accidents, usually when he was playing baseball or recess at school.
    When the other parents found out about these diapers, they asked
    Shawn's father if he would sell them some diapers for their boys to
    wear while they played baseball too, so he quit his job selling real
    estate and started manufacturing these diapers. Nom he makes two to
    three million dollars a year making these, and they come in different
    colors and prints now."

    "Are they as good as Pampers diapers?"

    "About the same. Most boys refuse to wear a Pampers diaper, but it's
    easier to get them to wear these diapers."

    "Is this all he manufactures at his company?" I asked Bill.

    "That's all he used to make, those and bedwetting diapers, but he will
    be making other things now at his new factory."

    "Like what?"

    "He is going to be making swim diapers, disposable and reusable.
    Traveling diapers, school diapers, play diapers, and diapers you can
    wear around the house."

    "Swim diapers, like little swimmers?"

    "Yes, and you can wear them as a swimsuit, or under the swimsuit."

    "School diapers?"

    "Those are easy on and off, and have tape type closures, for kids that
    need to change their diapers at school."

    "What about travel diapers?"

    "Those are for kids who can't hold it on long trips, they are pull on
    or put ons, like a regular diaper but extra absorbent."

    "What would I be doing for this company?" I asked Bill.

    "You would be modeling the diapers for some pictures for a catalog, and
    making commercials for cable TV telling other kids about them. A lot of
    boys and girls think they are the only ones who wet their beds or
    pants, and we would be letting them know they are not the only ones who
    do."

    "You want to take pictures of me wearing only a diaper, and making
    commercials of me showing the diapers?"

    "Yes Scotty. I need someone like you to let other kids know that
    wearing a diaper does not mean that you are a baby, but that you need
    to wear them for certain reasons."

    "Where are you going to show the commercials?"

    "On cable channels like the Cartoon channel, Family channel, and
    Nickelodeon."

    "I would be seen all over the world?"

    "No, just the United States, but the still pictures will be on the
    internet, so those would be seen all over the world."

    "What about my friends seeing me wearing a diaper?"

    "You would have to persuade them that you're not ashamed because you
    have to wear a diaper."

    I felt the butterflies in my stomach return.

    I looked over my shoulder at Cathy, hoping that I could see on her face
    if I should do this for Bill or not. She was smiling.

    "What about kids that just like wearing a diaper even though they don't
    have any wetting problems?" I asked Bill as I thought about Matt.

    "Those are called 'Comfort Diapers' and they are three times thicker
    then a Pampers diaper. They can be worn around the house, or anywhere,
    and come in different colors and prints."

    "I think I need to talk to my mom about this first."

    "I thought you would Scotty, so I talked to her boss, and she has
    tomorrow off, and I made arrangements for all of you to take a
    personalized tour of the company, then after that I thought we would
    have a picnic at a park where Mr. Jordan and I could answer all your
    questions."

    "My mom doesn't have to work tomorrow?" I asked Bill.

    "No, so she's all yours tomorrow Scotty so you can talk to her anytime
    you want to."

    I looked over my shoulder at Cathy again for the answer. She saw me and
    said, "It's your decision Scotty, I can't answer it for you."

    "How much money can I make doing this Bill?"

    "The budget I have for you to start per year is one-hundred-thousand
    dollars Scotty."

    I lost my balance and almost fell off Cathy's lap.

    "One-hundred-thousand DOLLARS?" I asked him.

    "That's right Scotty. If this company takes off like I know it will,
    you'll be working for a long time."

    I was spending the money in my mind now. A new car for my mom,
    carpeting for our apartment, and, and, I know, I'll send a cab over to
    pick up Matt and Kyle so they can come over and visit me, and a fort of
    my very own, but where would I put it?, who cares, I need a game boy,
    and a wide screen TV like Bill's, and then some Fruit loops and fruit
    roll ups for breakfast…My mind was spinning.

    "I've got a present for you Scotty…after we finish swimming." Bill
    said.

    "What is it?"

    "A few cases of the products that Mr. Jordan sent over to you to use
    and try on Scotty. He wants to know how you like them, and what you
    don't like about them."

    "Is anyone else going to be in the commercials with me?"

    "You're my main man, but I was thinking about using Samone and maybe
    Ricky too. Do you have anyone in mind Scotty?"

    "Yeah, I was thinking about Matt and Kyle… if I decide to do this." I
    told Bill.

    "Okay Scotty, how about a little more swimming, then I'll take you and
    Cathy out to lunch.

    "Why did you pick me Bill, I mean, out of all the millions of kids out
    there, why me?"

    "You're the right size and age. I wanted an older boy who could
    understand the role he was going to be playing, and who could tell the
    other kids out there that it was okay to wear diapers when they need
    them." Bill answered.

    "And kids who just like wearing them too."

    "That too Scotty."

    We got back into the pool and swam, but my mind was on the money I was
    going to be making, and what I was going to be doing, standing in front
    of a camera wearing only a diaper and a smile. I thought about all the
    teasing I was in for this fall at school, but one-hundred-thousand
    dollars, I guess I will have to keep reminding myself of the money, and
    how bad my mom needs it.

    "If we don't get out of the pool soon guys, I'll have to change the
    lunch invitation into a dinner invite." Bill said as he got out and
    dried himself off.

    "What about the things you told me about Bill?"

    "You mean your presents Scotty?"

    "Yeah."

    "Be right back Scotty." Bill said as he ran out of the pool area and up
    the stairs."

    "No running on the stairs Bill, or I'm gonna tell Cathy on you." I said
    teasingly

    Bill came back out of his apartment carrying a big box with 'Jordan
    Enterprises' written on the side.

    "I'll put these inside the apartment for you Scotty, and try on one for
    lunch. Cathy, I will be down in about twenty minutes." Bill said, and
    then he picked up his brief case and towel, and went back up to his
    apartment.

    Cathy and I dried off, and then we went to my apartment.

    I went over to the box and looked into it. There were plastic bags
    filled with disposable diapers. Blue ones, yellow, green, white, and
    red. There were all kinds of prints too. Race car print, space ships,
    animals, planets, letters and numbers prints, and little ducks printed
    all over the diaper.

    "Cathy, I want to wear this one to lunch." I said as I held up a diaper
    covered with space ships.

    "Good choice Scotty, the package says 'Super absorbent' for long
    uninterrupted car or airplane trips'"

    Cathy took the diaper out of the package, and then followed me to my
    bedroom. I stood there as she unsnapped the crotch of my float suit and
    pulled off over my head. She pulled my yellow racer down, and I stepped
    out of it.

    Get your rear up on the bed so you can try this new diaper on Scotty."

    "Please?" I said to her.

    "Pretty please Scotty." she said to me.

    As I climbed up on my bed, Cathy said, "Looks like your going to get an
    oil job this time, your tush is a little red."

    She went over to the dresser and took out the changing pad, and tossed
    it to me, as she went into the bathroom to get the baby oil. I spread
    the pad out on the bed, and then I laid down on it. When Cathy got
    back, she opened the diaper and slipped it under my rear. As I lowered
    my butt down on the diaper, it felt weird. The padding under my butt
    was so soft and comfortable; it was like my rear was resting on a very
    soft pillow. Cathy put a disposable glove on her hand, and poured baby
    oil into it. She massaged it all over my rear, and as she continued, my
    penis was reaching for the sky. Cathy went to work around and on my
    penis, then my crotch.

    "Looks like someone is anxious to get his diaper put on."

    As I turned red, Cathy took off the glove and then pulled the diaper up
    between my legs and taped it closed.

    "Hey Scotty, check it out in the mirror, the diaper looks good on you."

    I got off the bed and looked at myself in the mirror. The diaper was
    covered all over in space ships, and stars. I turned to look at my rear
    and noticed that the diaper was four times as thick as my Pampers
    diaper. It made my legs spread out further from each other, and I
    walked funny too, but they felt so good on me.

    "You can look at yourself Scotty while I go get ready to go to lunch.
    Pick out a pair of shorts, and a shirt you want to wear."

    I continued looking at the prints on the rear of my diaper, and felt
    the smooth plastic layer. It felt like the plastic was twice as thick
    as my plastic pants. I turned and looked at the front as I felt the
    plastic layer over my penis and it felt so good, and then I noticed
    that my penis had not gone back to normal yet.

    "Do you like the printed diaper, Scotty?"

    "Yeah, I didn't care for Barney or Big Bird too much."

    "What about the colored diapers?"

    "I like those, too."

    "Let's get you dressed Scotty, or Bill might leave us behind."

    Cathy found me a pair of gray pull-on shorts, and my white mesh tank
    top. She got my socks and put then on then she put my tennis shoes on
    me. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I could tell I was wearing a
    diaper, but if I pulled my tank top down, it should hide it, I hoped.

    "Where are we going to lunch at Cathy?"

    "Don't know, Bill gets to choose the place since he's buying."

    I waited at the bottom of the stairs while Cathy went up to Bill's
    apartment to let him know we were ready to go.

    Bill came out, wearing a sports jacket and slacks. As Cathy and Bill
    came down the stairs, he said to her, " I think we will have to take
    your car Cathy. I don't have a booster seat in my car."

    Cathy agreed as we walked out to the carport. Cathy unlocked the doors
    and then opened the car door for me. I climbed into the car seat and
    Cathy buckled me into it. Bill waited for Cathy to get in, and then he
    closed the door for her, and then got into the other side.

    "Where are we going to?' Cathy asked Bill.

    "I thought I would let Scotty decide that for us." Bill said.

    "I want to…" I hesitated as Cathy looked at me thru the rear view
    mirror. "I want to let Cathy decide."

    "How about a place I love to go with very good friends." she said

    ""Where we going Cathy?" I asked

    "It's a secret, Scotty," she said as we took off.

    Most of the conversation was between Bill and Cathy as she drove to the
    restaurant. After driving twenty minutes, Bill and I knew she was
    headed for Romano's.

    I liked it there last Saturday, the quietness, and the good food. She
    pulled into the parking lot and stopped at the valet parking area. We
    got out of the car and went into Romano's. Maurois showed us to a
    table, and the garcon asked me it I needed a lift. I answered 'Yes
    please', and he brought over a booster seat and lifted me onto it, then
    he tied a plastic bib around my neck. Cathy and Bill ordered escargot,
    and when I found out what that was, I ordered the hamburger steak and
    baked potato to stay on the safe side.

    While we ate, Bill told me about the plans he had for the commercials
    and where we would be taping them, like the beach, an amusement park,
    and even a elementary school. Bill wanted me to start using the
    products everyday so I would get used to them. He wanted to know what I
    liked about them, and what I did not like about them, and to write it
    down. For dessert, Cathy and I ordered napoleon, and Bill had the crepe
    suzette. As I was eating my dessert, a little girl and her mother
    passed by our table, and she looked at me and said, "Look mom, that boy
    is wearing a diaper."

    I froze hoping she was not referring to me, but with her finger
    pointing at my shorts, I knew it was me. I looked at Bill, and he was
    waiting to see what I was going to do or say, then I looked at the
    little girl and said, "It's a Jordan diaper, and I need to wear it."
    The little girl's eyes opened wide at my response to her statement. I
    looked back at Bill, and he winked at me, and then continued eating his
    dessert. I looked down at my shorts, and the diaper was showing out
    through the leg holes and above the waist of my shorts. I looked at the
    front of my shorts, and it looked like someone had shoved a pillow down
    the front of my shorts. I pushed the front of my shorts down, but it
    sprang right back up. When I finished my dessert, the garcon took the
    bib off me, wiped it off, and then folded it up, put it in a plastic
    pouch, and then handed it back to me saying, "Monsieur, I hope your
    meal was satisfactory."

    "Yes, it was." I answered, and then he pulled my chair back from the
    table, lifted me off the booster seat and set me down on the floor.
    Cathy and Bill were helped with their chairs by the other garcons. As
    we were getting ready to leave, I said to Bill. "You haven't paid the
    bill yet."

    "Maurois always puts it on my tab, and I pay the bill at the end of the
    month Scotty."

    "Think McDonalds would do that for me?" I asked him.

    "No, I think you're out of luck there, sport."

    On the way home, Bill told me he had four more boxes he had to bring
    down to my apartment, and he wanted me to try on some of the things to
    be sure he got the right size for me.

    All the way home, I was wondering what they were.

    END OF CHAPTER 5

`Chapter 6 PRESENTS FROM BILL`