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

    NOTE: IF you don't like the content of this story, I don't know how you
    found it. However, I am not forcing anything upon anyone so hit the
    back button to leave this.

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

    This story can be distributed but not altered without my consent. Get
    it at theman5803@yahoo.com

    "Punishment of a Rebel"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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