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

    Chapter 4 BILL FINDS OUT

    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

    Ricky and I climbed up on the couch to watch TV. As we sat there, he
    pushed me a little bit. I pushed him back to get even. He pushed me
    harder, and then it was all out wrestling.

    "I'm going to remove some diapers and give two boys a red butt if they
    don't stop." Cathy said from the kitchen.

    Ricky was on top of me, holding me down, when he sat straight up,
    rubbed his rear, and said, "You don't want Cathy to spank you Scotty,
    she hits real hard for a girl."

    Ricky got off of me, then we channel surfed for a while. It was almost
    eight when I lay down on the couch, and started to go to sleep. Ricky
    yawned a couple of times before he lay down in front of me, laid his
    head down on my arm, and went to sleep with his thumb in his mouth.
    Cathy got a blanket from my room and covered us up with it.

    "Guys…Time to wake up." Cathy said softly.

    I opened my eyes to see my mom just over Ricky's head. She was smiling,
    looking at us lying there. I sat up as Ricky turned over on his back.

    "Come on loud mouth, we need to get you up to my place and into bed."

    "Time to go Cathy?" Ricky asked.

    "Yes, before you go back to sleep." Cathy answered.

    "Mom?"

    "What baby?"

    "You have to work tomorrow?"

    "No. it's just you and me tomorrow."

    Cathy got Ricky off the couch, and then my mom picked me up and carried
    me into my room. She sat me on the bed, checked my diaper, and then
    tucked me into bed.

    "I love you baby."

    "I love you too mommy."

    She kissed me on my cheek, and then turned off the light.

    I heard Cathy leave with Ricky, I mean loud mouth, before I went back
    to sleep.

    It was about seven when I heard the mockingbirds outside my window. I
    got up and went to see if my mom was up yet, but I heard her snoring in
    her bedroom, I knew she was going to sleep a little while longer. I
    went into the living room to watch TV. When a commercial came on, I
    went into the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal.

    "What do you think you're doing young man?"

    I tuned around to see my mom tying the sash on her robe. I put the
    cereal down, and then ran to my mom's embrace. As she picked me up, I
    kissed her good morning. As she held me, I said, "I was just having
    some cereal, isn't that okay?"

    "No, because you are going to join me for breakfast at McDonalds."

    I hugged and kissed her again as she carried me into the bathroom. She
    stood me on the toilet lid, and then took the diaper off of me. She
    cleaned me up with baby wipes, and then helped me down to the floor.

    "Need to use the pot, Scotty?"

    "No, I think I'm dry now.

    "You go watch TV for a few minutes while I put my face and clothes on,
    then I'll get you dressed."

    "Okay" I said as I headed back to the living room.

    I watched the cartoon channel until she was finished getting dressed.

    "Ready to get dressed Scotty?"

    "Yup." I said as I went to my room.

    My mom had my dresser drawer open, when she asked me, "What kind of
    diaper do you want to wear today?"

    "Pull-ups I guess."

    "Sure? Or would you like Pampers, or Huggies?"

    "Huh?"

    "Looks like Cathy left you a little present."

    I went over to the dresser, and there were three Pampers and three
    Huggies in the drawer next to my pull-ups.

    "Now what do you want to wear Scotty?"

    "PAMPERS." I answered.

    "You and Ricky looked so cute lying there last night when I got home.
    It looked like you two were brothers, and it looked like you were
    protecting Ricky while you were asleep."

    "Yeah, he's a good kid, and tries to get away with a lot of things when
    Cathy watches him, but he's okay."

    I climbed up on my bed as my mom got the baby powder out. She sat down
    on the bed, opened up the Pampers diaper, raised my legs and slipped it
    under my rear. As she held my legs up, she powdered my rear, lowered
    them and powered my front. She pulled the diaper up between my legs
    nice and snug, and then taped it closed.

    Want to wear your yellow shorts today, it's supposed to be really hot."

    I shook my head yes, then said, "And my light blue tank top."

    "And your socks and shoes today." she said.

    After I was dressed, we left, and on the way to the carport, she said,
    "Why don't you run upstairs and see if Cathy and Ricky want to join us
    for breakfast baby."

    I ran all the way up the stairs and knocked on Cathy's door. No one
    answered, so I knocked again, this time harder. There still was no
    answer, so I ran down the stairs past my mom to the carport. Cathy's
    car was not in her parking spot. As my mom caught up with me, she said,
    "Maybe next weekend they will be able to join us."

    We got into my mommy's beat up old car and headed to McDonalds. After
    we got out of the car, I ran over to the door and held it opened for my
    mom.

    "What a nice young man you have there." A lady commented to my mom as
    she left the restaurant.

    "Yes he is, and he's all mine." she said to the woman.

    I got to order the scrambled eggs and sausage, and my mom had the
    pancakes and sausage. After we finished, my mom took me to the park,
    just down the street from our apartment. I got to play in the fort, and
    my mom pushed me on the swing. After we got tired, we sat down on the
    grass and talked while we watched the other kids playing. I told her
    everything I could remember about the taping session yesterday, and how
    Bill patted me on the back between takes. My mom told me the woman that
    was going to take over her old job was a fast learner, but it might be
    another week of overtime before she could get back on a normal
    schedule. She asked me about Cathy, and I told her that if I had a
    sister, I would want her to be exactly like Cathy, but I knew I would
    never ever have a little sister, or brother, since my mom had a
    miscarriage before I was two years old.

    We got into the car, and went to the shopping center to do our weekly
    grocery shopping. When we got to the shopping center, I could not
    believe how big it was. Our old shopping center where we used to live
    was not even half the size this one was. I ran and grabbed a shopping
    cart. My mom was in the produce aisle getting some bananas when I
    caught up to her. We went up and down each aisle, even thought we did
    not need anything there, I guess she was just looking. As we got to the
    end of the store, she turned down the diaper aisle. I felt embarrassed
    being seen in that aisle.

    She knelt down and asked what kind of diapers I wanted to wear next
    week. I stood there hoping that no one had heard her, then I went over
    and picked out a package of Pampers size six, 12 pack. As I returned to
    the shopping cart, I held them up to see if it was okay with my mom.
    She looked at the package in my hands, shook her head no, and then she
    took them from me and put them back on the shelf. She picked up the
    package on the lower shelf, and put then in the shopping cart. It was
    the mega pack of Pampers size six, forty-eight diapers. I looked up at
    her and then gave her a big hug. The other mothers in the isle did not
    pay any attention to us. We went to the check out counter, and my job
    was unloading the cart while my mom went thru the coupons to see if she
    had the right ones. I placed the mega pack of Pampers on the table
    last, and then pushed the cart thru to the other side. I joined my mom
    as the Pampers were rung up, and the cashier looked at me, and asked,
    "Are these diapers for you little one?" I looked down at the floor not
    saying a word, she then said, "My little grandson still needs them at
    night too, so don't be embarrassed."

    "How old is your grandson?" I asked the cashier.

    "He's almost six years old, and he still looks so cute when he's
    wearing a diaper."

    I was hoping that the cashier mistook me for a six year old.

    My mom paid for the groceries as I climbed on the front of the cart,
    then she pushed the cart out of the supermarket to the car, and I
    helped her load the groceries into the trunk. She opened up the
    Pampers, and took out one diaper. I knew what she was up to, so when we
    got in the car, I laid down on the front seat, and as she changed my
    diaper in the car, I asked her, "How did you know I was wet?"

    "You were doing the 'I gotta go dance' in the frozen food aisle." she
    said as she put the wet diaper in a plastic bag.

    It only took us about five minutes to get home. After she parked the
    car, she had me go throw the wet diaper into the dumpster. She opened
    up the trunk and handed me two bags to carry, and then she picked up
    the rest of the groceries. I noticed that Cathy's car was still not
    there as we left the carport. When we got to the front door of our
    apartment, there was a car seat sitting beside the door. I put my bags
    down and picked up the envelope that was taped to the seat. After we
    put the groceries in the kitchen, I looked at the envelope, and it was
    addressed to my mom. I handed it to her, and she read it to me, "Dear
    Jeanne: Thought Scotty could use a lift. Don't want you to spend my
    paycheck on a moving violation ticket for not having Scotty in a car
    seat. If you need any help installing the car seat in your car, do not
    hesitate to give me a call. Love Cathy

    "Oh wasn't that sweet of Cathy?" my mom said.

    "Do you know what she was talking about when Cathy said 'lift'?" I
    asked my mom.

    "I think I do baby, but you better tell me in case."

    When me and Ricky got to our table at Romano's, the garcon asked us if
    we wanted a lift. Ricky said 'Yup', and I thought he, the garcon,
    wanted to pick us up and put us in our chairs, but he got us some
    booster seats and put them on Ricky's and my chair. He then sat us in
    our chairs on top of the booster seats."

    "So that's what she meant?" she said as she giggled.

    I was blushing while my mom was giggling.

    "Why don't you bring the car seat inside Scotty while I put the
    groceries away?"

    I went out and picked up the car seat by the shoulder harness, and put
    it on the floor near the couch. As I was about to close the front door,
    I looked up towards Bill's apartment, and I knew he wasn't home yet,
    because his drapes were still closed. Bill liked to be able to look out
    his windows when he was at home.

    "Do you think I'll make us a lot of money working with Bill?" I asked
    my mom as I closed the front door.

    "It's up to you and Bill, you're the one who has to make the decisions
    this time baby."

    I grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, and then plopped down on the
    couch.

    "How do tuna sandwiches sound for lunch, kid?"

    "With onions and relish?"

    "That's the only way I make them."

    "Goody" I answered.

    "After we have lunch Scotty, I want to show you something on the
    internet."

    "WHAT?"

    "It's a little surprise."

    My curiosity was aroused as I ran into the kitchen.

    "Tell me…Please!"

    "Not till after lunch, that's final."

    I got out the plates and potato chips, trying to hurry lunch along.

    As we ate lunch, my mom said she made me a web page, advertising me as
    looking for work in commercials or modeling.

    My mommy said the woman she was training to take over her old job had
    been showing her how to create web pages during coffee breaks, and
    lunchtime.

    When I finished my second sandwich, I dragged my mommy into her bedroom
    and she turned on the computer. She typed in 'scotty-needs-work-now',
    single clicked on the first entry, and up came my web page. It was a
    picture of me taken about two months ago after I had gotten out of
    school that day. She clicked on the words 'He's not bashful' and a
    picture came up of me naked, lying on a bed when I was ten months old.

    "MOM, did you have to use that one?"

    "Sorry baby but it seemed so cute."

    Then she clicked on 'He's funny', and a picture of me making a face at
    the camera, then she clicked on'He's athletic' and then a picture of me
    came on. I was wearing the yellow racer swimsuit, flexing my arm
    muscles with a surprised look on my face as I looked at my arms. She
    showed me all forty-five pictures she put on my web page, then she told
    me she had one hundred fifty four links to my page. I clicked on 'He's
    funny' and looked at it for a moment, then I hugged her and gave her a
    kiss.

    "Thanks mommy, I love the web page.

    She reached over, picked me up, and sat me on her lap. We spent the
    next hour looking at all the pictures. After she sighed off, there was
    a knock at the front door. I ran into the living room, and peaked out
    the window to see who it was. Bill was standing there, still dressed in
    his sport coat and slacks. I reached for the doorknob when my mom asked
    me who it was. I told her it was Bill, then I opened the door.

    My mom invited him in, and by the expression on his face, I knew I did
    not get the commercial.

    "Scotty, I just stopped by"

    "I didn't get it, did I?"

    "I'm sorry Scotty, but the owner of the company I'm making the
    commercial for decided he wanted to use his grandson instead. He saw
    all the video tapes, and he loves the idea, but,"

    "The customer is always right." I said as I finished his explanation.

    "Yeah, right to the point." Bill said.

    I wanted to cry, but not in front of Bill, so I bit my lip as I stared
    down at the floor.

    "I do have something for you Scotty, its called severance pay."

    I looked up at him as he held out a white envelope to me.

    "What's severance pay?" I asked Bill.

    "Let's just call it payment for putting up with me yesterday," Bill
    said.

    I opened up the envelope expecting to find a check for ten, maybe
    twenty dollars, but as I read the amount five hundred dollars. My eyes
    opened wide as I asked Bill "Is this right, five hundred dollars?"

    "We pay great actors well, even if it's only for a days work."

    I looked up into Bill's eyes and knew it was real. I reached up to hug
    him, then I hesitated, and then gave him a big hug as he bent down. I
    ran back to my mom to show her the check, and to make sure, really sure
    it was real, J.I.C.

    "Can I buy something with this, and I'll putt the rest in the bank?" I
    asked my mom.

    "You want to buy a game boy, or was it a game cube, no, it was a cube
    boy, right?" she teased me.

    "Maybe." I answered her.

    "I'm going to keep your name on the top of my list for commercials
    Scotty, if you don't mind?" Bill said as he smiled at me.

    I looked at him as I walked over to him. I motioned him to bend down,
    then I gave him a little kiss on the cheek, then said, "Thank you for
    the lunch at Romano's yesterday, and everything else."

    "Your welcome Scotty…I got to take off now, I'm meeting a new client at
    Romano's later today to discuss an add campaign for his new company he
    is starting up here in the valley."

    "If you need someone Bill, don't hesitate to mention my name." I said.

    "I don't even know what kind of company it is yet Scotty, he might be
    making dynamite, or little girls dresses, I don't know yet."

    "Well I'll do anything, but wear a dress."

    "Remember that play you were in, about four years ago Scotty?" my mom
    said to me.

    "MOM, you promised."

    Bill chuckled as he left, and closed the door behind him.

    I went and sat on the couch, still holding the check. My mom went into
    her room, and then came back with her handbag.

    "I need to show you something Scotty, and explain to you how it works."
    she said as she took a bankcard out of her wallet. This is your bank
    card I got for you when you were about three years old."

    "You mean I have a checking account in my name?"

    "It's more like a savings account baby. You put the card"

    "In the slot, enter your pin number, and choose your transaction,
    RIGHT?" I said as I finished her sentence.

    "Then you know how it works."

    "Yeah, when Mrs. Santos baby sat me, she let me push the buttons once
    in awhile when she made a deposit or withdraw."

    "Then I don't have to show you how to use it?"

    "Yeah, how much money is in the account?"

    "A couple thousand dollars."

    My eyes opened wide. "A couple thousand dollars?"

    "It's for collage kid, so don't get any ideas."

    "What's my pin number?"

    "It's your birthday minus one day." she said as she explained why.

    "So it's month, day, and then year minus one day?"

    "Yes, five digits altogether. I'm going to put this up on a shelf in
    the kitchen in case you ever need to use it, and only when Cathy or
    myself are with you, understand Scotty?"

    "Yeah" I answered as we walked into the kitchen and put the card and
    check on the shelf together.

    "Looks like your going to need a change soon baby."

    I looked at her, and then realized that my diaper was wet.

    "Let's get you changed before I start supper."

    "What's for dinner?"

    "I thought you would like some chow mein, with plenty of leftovers."

    "You mean plenty of reruns."

    "Yeah, you and you words Scotty."

    We went to my room, and as I waited, she spread out the changing pad on
    my bed as she said, "We need to figure out another way to get you
    changed that is easier on me…and Cathy.

    I climbed up onto the pad, and then my mom took my shoes and socks off,
    then pulled my shorts down and off of me.

    "How about if I invent a diaper changer that is automatic. You put the
    baby down on a rolling belt on one side of the machine, strap him down,
    push the start button, he goes in one end, the old diaper is taken off,
    he's washed down, then powdered, a new diaper is put on him, and then
    he comes out the other end, clean and diapered."

    "What if you accidentally put the baby down on the belt backwards, and
    he went in the machine that way?" my mom asked me.

    I thought about that for a moment as she removed my wet diaper, and I
    started to giggle. My mom was thinking exactly what I was thinking as
    she started giggling too, then we started laughing, then we were
    laughing even harder, as we imagined what might happen. She sat down on
    my bed laughing so hard, that tears were coming out of her eyes. In
    between laughs, I said, "You would have to put instructions on the baby
    that said: This end MUST go in machine first." then I added, "But the
    other way would work good too, if you wanted to quiet a crying baby."

    My mom doubled over with laughter, and we laughed together for the next
    five minutes thinking about it.

    "When you invent this machine, I'll buy the first one." my mom said.

    "I think I'll call it, 'AUTOMATIC DIAPERER, AND BABY SILENCER', all in
    one."

    She laughed some more, then said, "Looks like I'd better use the baby
    oil on you this time Scotty, your skin looks a little dry."

    As she headed towards the bathroom to get the baby oil, she asked. "Do
    you need to use the pot before I get you diapered?"

    "No, I don't think so."

    She returned with the baby oil, set it down on the nightstand, and then
    she slipped a new Pampers diaper under my rear. She poured some baby
    oil into her hand and spread it over my rear tenderly as I held my rear
    up in the air. When she was done, I lowered my butt back down onto the
    diaper, and she spread the baby oil over my front and penis.

    ""Cathy gave me a baby oil massage the other day mommy after she gave
    me a bath, kind of like you used to do, before you had to work longer
    hours."

    "Yeah, I miss doing that for you baby." she said as she headed back to
    the bathroom to wash her hands.

    After she returned to my room, she pulled the diaper up between my
    legs, then taped the right side of my diaper, and then the left side,
    then she said, "Lets see if you can make that diaper last the rest of
    the night Scotty."

    As I sat up, I noticed that there was something different about the way
    my mom diapered me, and how Cathy diapered me, but I could not think of
    what it was. I climbed off my bed, gave my mom a hug, then went into
    the living room to watch TV, and work on the mechanical device Bill had
    given me. My mom went into the kitchen to start dinner.

    While we ate dinner, we talked about the web page, my savings account,
    and other things. When we were thru with dinner, she washed the dishes
    and I dried them, and put them away. After we finished, she went to use
    the bathroom, and I went over to her purse and took out her wallet. I
    went thru the wallet until I found the yellow ticket I'd seen in there
    a few times, took it out of the wallet, and I slipped the it into the
    side of my diaper, then put the wallet back into her purse. I sat down
    on the hard floor and worked on the device as I watched TV. When it was
    eight o'clock, I put my things away, climbed up on the couch, and laid
    my head down on my mom's lap and watched TV. She ran her fingers
    through my hair as I lay there.

    "Time to go to bed, sleepy head." she said as she picked me up and
    carried me to my room. She checked my diaper as I lay on the bed, and
    it was still dry, so she pulled a pair of plastic pants up my legs and
    over my Pampers diaper. She tucked me into bed, and then picked up the
    book Cathy had bought me and read to me for a while. As my eyes started
    to close, she closed the book, and kissed me goodnight.

    "Wake up guy, only fifty eight more days before you go back to school."
    Cathy said.

    I opened my eyes and saw Cathy leaning against the doorframe.

    "Is my mom gone?" I asked.

    "Yes, about an hour ago."

    As I lay there on my stomach, I started crying softly. Cathy saw me,
    and came over to my bed, sat down, and rubbed my back.

    "You really miss your mom, don't you Scotty?"

    I shook my head yes slowly.

    "You guys must have had a good time yesterday?"

    I shook my head yes again slowly.

    "Well maybe an extra long bath this morning will help soothe you,
    Scotty." she said as she took the covers off me.

    I climbed out of bed, and Cathy took my hand and led me to the
    bathroom. As I stood there on the towel, she pulled my plastic pants
    down and off, then took the diaper off of me. She ran the water into
    the tub, and then she poured some liquid into the tub. As I watched the
    water fill the tub and the bubbles start growing, I knew Cathy was
    going to give me a bubble bath this morning. I sat down in the tub, and
    let the bubbles grow up around me. Cathy and I just played with the
    bubbles for about half an hour before she started washing me. It seemed
    that Cathy always knew how to make the hurt go away. After she was done
    washing me, she dried me off, and then she took me, naked, into the
    living room.

    "Got something I want you to try on before I get you dressed Scotty."
    She said as she pulled something out of a brown paper bag.

    "What is it?" I asked her.

    "The Y was going to throw these away when the new ones came in, so they
    gave me two of them, different sizes for you to use while you learn how
    to swim, and when we go to the beach." she said as the first float suit
    came out of the bag.

    It was a light blue with yellow panels going down the sides.

    She held it up to me, and I felt the material. The top part felt like
    foam material, and the attached shorts felt like my blue bike shorts,
    only these shorts were much shorter then my bike shorts were. It had a
    zipper in the rear that went all the way down from the neck to the
    waist. When Cathy turned it around to show me the front, I noticed the
    shiny snaps in the crotch of the short pants.

    "What are those for, Cathy?" I asked as I held the snap in my hand.

    "It's to make it easier for me to get you dressed, or if your wearing a
    diaper, easier to change you Scotty."

    "But I don't wear a diaper when I swim." then I remembered the Little
    Swimmer I wore last Saturday. "Except for last Saturday." I added.

    "If we go to the beach, you'll want to wear a Huggie or Pampers diaper
    on the way down there, and it's a long drive, then all we have to do is
    change the diaper for your racer swimsuit when we get there, and you're
    all set to have a good time."

    "What about on the way home?" I asked.

    "You rinse yourself off, and the float suit, to get all the salt off,
    then we put a diaper back on you, and some shorts and tank, then you
    can wear them the rest of the day. What if someone sees you wearing a
    diaper when we are getting ready to go?" Cathy asked.

    "I'll probably never see them again the rest of my life." I told her.

    "You got it, Scotty."

    "What else you got for me?"

    "I got this other float suit, size twelve and up, J.I.C., and Ricky
    sent this over for you to use on top of the toilet seat." she said as
    she took out a round piece of plastic with plastic straps hanging down.

    I knew what this was for, because I used Jeff's over at Matt's house a
    few times. Jeff is Matt's little brother, and is being potty trained.

    "Now I can sit on the seat, and not fall thru, but what is this part
    for?" I asked Cathy.

    "It's called a potty deflector, or a splash guard. It keeps your pee
    from going between the seat and the toilet rim and out on the floor
    when you go. It makes it go into the toilet instead."

    I can remember many times getting off the toilet and finding out that I
    peed on the rear on my pants.

    "Let's try on the float suit now while you're naked to make sure it
    fits."

    Cathy pulled the zipper down, and then held the float suit down so I
    could step into it. She pulled it up as I put my arms in, then she
    zipped it up the rear. She turned me slowly as she checked the fit,
    then she unsnapped the crotch and pulled the float suit off me over my
    head.

    "Wasn't that easier taking it off then it was putting it on?"

    "Yup." I answered.

    "Okay loud mouth, want to try the potty seat?"

    "No, but are we going anywhere today?"

    "Scotty you want to spend that money you made, RIGHT?"

    "My mom told you Cathy?"

    "Yes, and she said you want to buy a game boy, and put the rest of the
    money in the bank.

    "Kind of. Will you take me back to my old neighborhood it I tell you
    how to get there?"

    "Why do you want to go there, Scotty?"

    "Can't tell you Cathy, but will you take me, PLEASE?"

    "Sure Scotty, I need to stop off at my collage anyway and beg a
    professor to let me into his class."

    I looked at her with puzzled look on my face, and then said, "All I
    have to do is go to school, and they give me a teacher, and make me go
    to class."

    "It's different in collage Scotty. You have to talk to some of the
    teachers you might have, and tell them what you might gain by taking
    their class, and how taking their class will benefit both myself and
    the professor…You'll understand better when you get into high school
    Scotty." she said as I stood there with a puzzled look on my face.

    "My mom said I would have to go by the bank first to cash my check." I
    told Cathy.

    "How much money is the game boy?"

    "It's not really a game boy, it's something else."

    "Do you know how much it is?"

    "Over a hundred dollars, I think."

    "Lets just deposit the check, and take out the maximum amount, three
    hundred dollars, and what you don't need, well put back in the bank."

    "Okay." I told her.

    "I know one naked boy who needs to eat his breakfast."

    We went into the kitchen and I grabbed the cereal and bowl, while Cathy
    got herself a cup of coffee, and the milk for us.

    After breakfast, Cathy took me into my bedroom and got me diapered.
    When she asked me what I wanted to wear, I told her my bike shorts and
    a tank top.

    It was almost nine before we took off to go to her collage. When we got
    there, there were a lot of other students still signing up for their
    fall classes. As we walked down the hall, some of the female students
    noticed me and remarked: What a cute little boy, or, I hope he is in my
    class so we can study together. One female student asked Cathy, "Is he
    yours?", and Cathy said "No, but I sure wish he was."

    When we got to the classroom, Cathy had me sit down in a chair in the
    back of the room, then she went up to the professor sitting at his desk
    and introduced herself to him. He asked her to sit down, and they
    started talking. When he would look at me, Cathy would look over her
    shoulder to check on me. She talked to him for twenty minutes before
    she got up, shook his hand, and walked back to me.

    "Ready to go Scotty?"

    "Yeah, is he going to let you into his class?"

    "Yes, and thanks to you."

    "Huh?"

    "Professor Tatiana said you were the most behaved child he'd seen in a
    long time, and asked me if I might possibly baby sit his kids sometime.
    I had to turn him down."

    "And he still let you take his class Cathy?"

    "Yes, I guess I answered his other questions really well, now let's hit
    the bank, and then get your business taken care of Scotty."

    She drove to the bank, and after I signed my name on the back of the
    check, she finished writing the amount and account number on the
    envelope. When we got to the ATM, I put the card in, entered my pin
    number and deposited the check, and then I withdrew three hundred
    dollars. It was the first time in my life I ever had so much money in
    my hands at one time. Cathy put the money in her handbag, and then we
    got back into her car and headed toward my old neighborhood. It took
    over thirty minutes before we got to Main Street and Chapel, my old
    stomping grounds. Cathy parked the car in front of the place I wanted
    to go into.

    "Why are you going into a pawn shop, Scotty?"

    "I just wanted to look around."

    Cathy and I entered the shop, and as the door closed, a bell rang
    briefly. A woman came out from the back room of the shop.

    "Hello, how may I help you?'

    "You'll have to talk to Scotty, he's the one who seems to have business
    here."

    "How may I help you Scotty?"

    "My mom came in here…about five years ago and she pawned her wedding
    ring, but I left the ticket at home, but the ticket was yellow, and it
    had the number 263130 on it, do you still have my mom's ring?"

    "That was so long ago. I don't think we have it anymore, but let me
    check the books in the back room to be sure." the woman said then she
    went into the back room.

    I checked the display cases to see if my mom's ring was still there and
    I could not believe all the jewelry in all the display cases. The shop
    owner came out of the back room with a ledger book in her hands.

    "Is you mothers name: Jeanne McCormick, lives on Vine street?" she
    asked me.

    "YEAH, do you still have her ring?"

    "I'm sorry, but her ring was sold about three years ago."

    "Do you know who bought it?"

    "No, it just says paid cash, full amount in the ledger."

    My head dropped, when I heard my mom's wedding ring was gone forever. I
    started to walk out, and then the woman said, "Maybe you can get her
    another ring that resembles it, if you can remember what it looked
    like."

    "She used to let me play with it on her hand when I was sitting in her
    lap, when I was little. It had a red ruby in the middle, and some
    diamonds around it."

    The woman had a surprised look on her face as she asked, "Was it on a
    gold setting, and about eight small diamonds on the top, and one
    diamond on the bottom, ruby in the middle?"

    "YEAH, do you have it?"

    She walked over to a display case near the front window, took out a
    small display case, and then removed the top tray of rings, then held
    the bottom case down so I could see the bottom tray of rings. I saw it
    sitting there, third ring on the top row. I reached down and quickly
    picked up the ring, and looked for the inscription, and it was there,
    TO JEANNE, MY TRUE AND ONLY LOVE - FOREVER YOURS-DANNY

    Tears came to my eyes as I read it.

    "I want to buy this ring for my mommy." I told the woman.

    She took the ring, removed the tag, and then went into the back room
    for a moment. When she returned, she had a solemn look on her face.

    "How much is it?" I asked.

    "It might be a little out of your price range I'm afraid, it's two
    hundred twenty five dollars."

    "I"LL TAKE IT!"

    The woman was surprised by my response when I said that. I looked at
    Cathy, and she was smiling.

    "Cash, check, or credit card?"

    "Cash and can I get a box for it too?"

    "How about this ring case?" the woman said as she put the ring in it
    and handed it to me.

    I didn't answer, but Cathy said, "That's just fine."

    Cathy paid her out of the money I had in her handbag, then the woman
    wrote up a sales slip and handed to me, and thanked us for our
    patronage as Cathy and I left.

    "Your mom's work isn't too far from here Scotty, want to stop by and
    give her the ring now?"

    "No, I want to do that at home tonight." I told her as we got to the
    car.

    "How about a change before we start for home?"

    "I don't care." I said still looking at my mom's ring in the ring case

    Cathy reached into the back seat and got a dry Pampers diaper out of
    the package. I lay down on the front seat as she pulled my bike shorts
    down, and took my wet diaper off of me. She unfolded the diaper and
    slipped it under me, pulled the front up between my legs and taped it.
    She pulled my bike short back up, and then had me climb back into the
    car seat. She pulled the harness over my shoulders and fastened it to
    the buckle between my legs.

    The ride home seemed like it only took five minutes as I looked at the
    ring. It brought back memories to me, me, sitting in my mom's lap as
    she tickled my tummy when I was about three years old.

    "Hey guy, stop daydreaming, we're home." Cathy said as she unfastened
    the car seat harness.

    "Can I stay up till my mom gets home tonight Cathy?"

    "Maybe, it's kind of a special occasion I guess."

    When we got back to the apartment, there was a note on the front door
    addressed to me from Bill. Cathy handed me the note as we walked into
    the apartment. I went into the kitchen and put the ring on the kitchen
    table, so I would not lose it. I opened up the note and read it: Scotty
    I need to talk to you when you get home. Bill

    "Cathy, Bill wants to talk to me about something. Can I go to his
    apartment right now?"

    "Sorry Scotty, but its lunchtime now, but after you finish, you may
    go."

    Cathy made us PB&J's for lunch and I was so hungry that I ate three
    sandwiches, and washed it all down with a glass of milk

    "Can I go up to Bill's apartment now Cathy?"

    "Sure Scotty, but leave the front door open, and don't go anywhere
    else, understand?"

    "Yeah" I said as I opened the front door.

    I ran to the stairway, and then ran up the stairs as fast as I could.
    When I got to Bill's door, I knocked on the door. When Bill did not
    answer it, I knocked harder hurting my knuckles. Bill opened the door
    and said, "Scotty, I've been waiting for you. Come in."

    I walked into his apartment, and then he closed the door.

    "I need to talk to you about the new client I met with last night at
    Romano's. He wants me to do all the advertising for his new company.
    The building he had constructed is humongous, and he is hiring workers
    this week and next week, so he wants to get the advertising started as
    soon as possible. What I am looking for, for the advertisements is a
    boy that still wets his bed at night."

    I froze. I did not want to hear anymore. I wanted to get out of there
    NOW. I turned and ran to the door, threw it opened, turned around and
    looked at Bill, and said, "Who told you? Who told you I wet my bed? I
    yelled at him as the tears rushed out.

    "Scotty I" Bill started to say

    I turned and ran down the walkway to the stairs, down the stairs, and
    then I stumbled off the stairs near the bottom and landed hard on my
    left knee. I got up and limped into my apartment. Cathy was coming out
    of the kitchen when she saw me.

    "Scotty what's up?" Cathy asked.

    "You told. You told Bill I still wet my bed. How could you Cathy? I
    thought it was our secret Cathy. I never want to talk to you again.
    NEVER" I yelled at her as I limped into my bedroom. I slammed the door
    shut and threw myself down on my bed, with tears streaming out of my
    eyes.

    "Scotty?…Scotty what happened?" Cathy said as she opened the door.

    "You told Bill I was a bed wetter, didn't you?" I yelled back at her.

    "Scotty, I never told anyone, I swear." Cathy said as she crossed her
    heart.

    "How did Bill find out then?"

    Cathy was at a loss for words.

    "Scotty…are you okay?" Bill asked as he rushed into my bedroom past
    Cathy.

    "Bill, who told you that I still wet my bed, my MOM?" I yelled at him.

    I buried my head under my pillow and sobbed.

    "Cathy…I think I know what happened here…a little misunderstanding.
    Will you please leave Scotty and me alone for a few minutes?" Bill
    asked her.

    Cathy didn't say a word as she slowly backed out of the room, then Bill
    closed the door behind him.

    Bill walked over to my bed and sat down on it. He placed his hand on my
    back and rubbed my back very slowly.

    Scotty?"

    "What?" I yelled back at him.

    "You didn't hear me out upstairs Scotty. What I tried to ask you was,
    did you know of any boys from the area around here that still wet there
    beds…I never knew you wet the bed Scotty…Honest."

    "But now you know."

    "I tell you a little secret Scotty, I wet the bed too when I was a
    child."

    "You did?" I managed to say between sobs.

    "From eight until I was about thirteen years old."

    "You telling me the truth Bill?"

    "Yes Scotty. I remember the first time it happened… My mom rushed me to
    the doctor that day. She was scared that something was really wrong
    with me, until the doctor said that I was fine, and this sometimes
    happens to children."

    "So what happened?" I asked as I turned over on my back, and looked at
    him.

    "I kept waking up in a wet bed, and I hated it. I would put my blanket
    on the floor and try to go back to sleep. Then one day I was watching
    TV, and I saw a commercial about Pampers diapers. I felt really
    embarrassed asking my mother if she would buy some for me, but she did,
    and I loved wearing them to bed and waking up in a dry bed."

    "So you wore diapers too?"

    "Up until I was almost fourteen years old."

    "Did you wear them during the day too?"

    "Sometimes, and it looks like you wear them sometimes during the day
    too Scotty." Bill said as he tucked my diaper back into my bike shorts.

    Bill now knew about me wearing diapers, and it felt like a large load
    was taken off my shoulders. I breathed a sigh of relief, as Cathy
    opened the door and walked in slowly.

    "I'm sorry Cathy that I yelled at you."

    "That's okay Scotty, I understand."

    I got up off the bed and limped over to Cathy, opened my arms, and we
    hugged each other. I turned and looked at Bill, then said, "Do you
    still need a boy who wets his bed…and his pants too?"

    Bill smiled, and then opened his arms. I limped back over to him and
    hugged him as hard as I could.

    "I don't think I could have found anyone better then you Scotty, even
    if I had looked for a million years!" Bill said as he smiled.

    END OF CHAPTER 4

`Chapter 5 A NEW JOB FOR ME?`