The Three Diapered Amigos Book III: The Kidnapping - Chapter 9
The Three Diapered Amigos
Book III: The Kidnapping
Written by JD © August 2013
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Chapter 9: The Neighborhood Night Tour!
Craig:
"Come on Mom!" I pleaded. "You know he can't go outside during the day. The only time he can come outside for any length of time at all is at night. Besides, Randy and I both promised that we would show him the neighborhood tonight!" I whined.
I had been pleading with Mom now for almost a half hour non-stop. Even Randy was getting a little annoyed with hearing my whining and I think he was afraid of getting in trouble as well when my mom finally got fed up and decided to beat my butt. He ended up bailing on me and sought my room for protection. As for me; I was sure my boyish charm would win my mom over in the end; besides, I had originally thought she would see this as a good deed. You know; the neighborly thing to do. But all she seemed to think about was that I would end up being kidnapped too. It seemed if she could have it her way, I would never leave her sight again! Then there was the fact that we wanted to go out after dark. Of course Mom did not like this one bit!
In the end though, it was Dad, who was trying to find out what all my whining was all about, who overturned Mom's decision.
"Honey, I understand why you don't want to let the boys to go but I think you should. You and I both know that if Mark had never been kidnapped, that you would have never said no. Just because something bad happens we can't allow fear to hide away our children and not allow them to experience the things that children should. We also have to realize that we cannot control when bad things happen no matter how much we want to. Yes we could shelter our children until they are adults but then they would never learn to survive on their own and we have taught them nothing."
All through Dad's speech Mom had tried to interrupt him but Dad just kept on going. Now that he was finished Mom still didn't look too convinced with his argument but she didn't look like she was going argue it anymore either.
"Alright. But I swear ... if anything happens to those boys, I will never forgive you!" Was all she said to Dad. Then she left the room.
Not wanting to upset Mom, I decided not to make a big deal about Dad her decision and I went looking for Randy. I of course found him in my bedroom playing one of my video games.
"So did you get butt beat yet?" He joked.
"Ha... Ha... You're so funny I forgot to laugh." I said trying to be sarcastic. I then lowered my voiced and quietly told him what Dad had said. Of course the butthole had to get all excited!
"YES!" He shouted
"Quiet you dumbass!" I quickly snapped at him and just as quickly regretted it as he glared at me.
"Did you just call me a dumbass?" And from the tone of his voice I wasn't sure if I wanted to be in the same room he was in at that moment.
"Randy... I... Um... A... You know... I just don't think sometimes. I got that disease called diarrhea of the mouth." This seemed to appease him somewhat and my heart rate started to calm down a little. I then realized that all that fear of almost being hit made me do something in my diaper. "Uh Randy... Can you do me a favor? Can you go get my mom and tell her I need a diaper change?"
Randy looked at me strangely. "We just got changed." He pointed out the obvious.
"I know that but I need to be changed again anyway." I stated cryptically.
Randy just looked at me strangely as the smell of what I had done had yet made it to his nose. "Can't you wait until later for a diaper change?" He asked me quizzically.
I looked at him and shook my head no and as I told him that I had just pooped in my diaper! And it was a very big poop! The smell reached his nose.
"Oh god that is bad! Did something crawl up inside of you and die?!" Randy Joked and gagged at the same time.
"Stop trying to be funny and just go get my mom please?!" I begged him and with a smirk and a nod he finally left my room to go and get my mom.
With Randy out on the chore I sent him on, I decided to get ready for my diaper change. Since I was messy, I pulled out the changing mat and laid it out on my bed. I then went and got a clean Pampers Cruiser size 7 diaper out of my dresser and set it on my bed next to the changing mat. Since Mom was in a bad mood I decided I would grab a pair of gloves, baby wipes, along with powder, and diaper cream.
You might be asking about the gloves. Well, my mom didn't always use them. She would usually check and see how messy I was before deciding. Anyway I figured it would be just better to not let anything possibly make my mom any angrier then need be. For instance, like needing to go back to fetch a pair of gloves because I was too messy! So that was how Mom dealt with messy diapers. Dad on the other hand always preferred gloves if they were handy.
I was taking off my shorts when Randy entered the room with my dad following behind him. From the look on my dad's face, he seemed to be a little aggravated and I found myself wondering if he was mad at me. I also was wondering where Mom was as I had been expecting her and not Dad.
"Where is Mom?" I asked as I stepped out of my shorts.
"Your mother is still upset with me and has sent me to take care of your diaper." Dad grumbled as if it was the last thing in the world he wanted to do.
"I am sorry Dad. I didn't mean to poop and I didn't mean to get Mom mad at you. You're not mad at me are you?" I asked him afraid of the answer he might give me.
"Of course not son! What would make you think that I am mad at you?" He asked in a shocked tone.
Randy, who had been sitting quietly in my desk chair and flipping through one of my comic books, suddenly interrupted my Dad by answering his question. "Mr. Pederson, I think it was because you looked so angry when you came into the room. Even now you look angry." Randy pointed out.
I shot Randy a look but then turned back to Dad before agreeing with what Randy said. "It just looked like you were mad with me and that I was in trouble for some reason." I explained further.
"I am sorry Sport. I was just aggravated that your mother is being so overly protective and not seeing the big picture. She has to learn that we can't be there to hold your hand every step of your life. That it isn't our job to do that but to teach you to protect yourself, of course that is in reason. As you get older you should be allowed more and more freedoms. At 11 we are not going to allow you to run wild all night long, but I don't see any problem with allowing you boys to go out and play with your new friend for an hour or so due to his unique situation. But do remember your mother is right, that it is night time and that it is more dangerous, not only because of people that might want to harm you but also accidents are more likely to happen. That is why you are not to leave the neighborhood. Is this understood?"
"Yes Dad." I Grinned as I said this.
"Alright, now how about we get your stinky butt changed now?" Dad chuckled as he said this. Randy also found this funny as he burst out laughing.
Personally I didn't find it all too funny. In fact the smell was starting to make me feel a little nauseous. So with no further ado, I got up on my bed and situated myself on my changing mat. I watched as Dad put on the gloves then went to work removing the tapes of my diaper.
Now I don't know how many times I have said it in the past but I am sure that this time for sure, was definitely the raunchiest and smelliest diaper I have ever had the pleasure of smelling. And to boot, I had the misfortune of it being taped to my butt! When Dad pulled back the front of that diaper, I swear I saw a big puff of green gas escape from my diaper area. You know, the kind you see in the cartoons showing smelly things. I now know they weren't lying when they use green gas to show smelly things!
Anyway, the gassy smell had escaped and was filling the bedroom and now from the way Randy was carrying on, it was killing him! I mean, he was making such a big fuss I couldn't help but look over at him.
"TAPE IT BACK UP! TAPE IT BACK UP! TAPE IT BACK UP! TAPE IT BACK UP!" Randy kept on shouting as he tried to cover his face with his shirt.
I looked back at Dad and even he looked a little green in the face. I couldn't blame him though as I was sure if I looked in a mirror that I would look green in the face as well.
Dad only hesitated for a second but then went right to work on my butt. He removed the old diaper and set it to the side. He then started clean-up. I can't tell you for sure how many wipes it took, that's because I lost count after 10. All I do remember was that it was a whole hell of a lot. Eventually though, he had me completely cleaned. Next he applied the diaper cream making sure to get some into my poop chute. Mom had instructed Dad on how to do this properly. With this done Dad opened up the new diaper and placed it under my bum. The final task was to sprinkle my butt with baby powder as if it were a donut and then tightly tape the new diaper on me.
I hadn't even realized until I was standing up and putting my shorts back on that Randy was no longer in the room. I guess he had bailed because of the smell from my dirty diaper. This experience of course was not going to help Mark and I to convince him to try pooping in a diaper.
While I was getting redressed and putting away the supplies, Dad was disposing of the diaper and used wipes. It was his decision that the diaper would go straight outside into the trash so that it wouldn't smell up the house.
Once everything was put away, I went looking for Randy. For the next several hours we kept ourselves busy as much as possible. Mom at one point went back to Mark's house and Dad stayed here with Randy and me. For Dinner we ate leftovers that evening. Every so often we would ask Dad if there was any news on Mark and of course we would always get the same answer from him. That once there was any, he would let us know.
A little after nine that evening, the phone rang and even though we heard it, we were too wrapped up in what we were doing at that moment. Dad was the one who answered it. Randy and I were in my room playing a video game and at the moment, I was kicking his butt! We had been so absorbed in the game that we had both completely lost track of time and Benny. In fact Dad had to shout at us twice before he got our full attention.
"Boys, can you come out here?!" He shouted a third time.
Randy looked at me with a mixture of excitement and dread. "You don't think he found out something about Mark do you?" He asked as he threw down his controller and got up and followed me out the door of my room.
"Now tell me, how in the world am I supposed to know anymore then you do? I have been with you the whole time!" I stated a little snottier than I should have. Luckily for me though, Randy was more concerned about what my dad wanted us for, then thumping me for my smart mouth.
We no sooner made it to the living room when the doorbell rang. "Craig, can you get the door? That should be you boys' new friend Benny, I would presume."
"Wow, I completely forgot about him." Randy mouthed dumbfounded as he followed me to the door.
Sure enough, as I opened the door, I was greeted with Benny's smiling face. I also couldn't help noticing that his mother, Charley, was standing next to him.
"Hey Guys, Mom said I could come out tonight for a while as long as I don't overdo it." Benny bubbled with more energy than I thought he had.
"Do you have a bike?" I asked as I was hoping we could bike around the neighborhood as it was the fastest way to show it to Benny.
"I do but I am still too weak to be able to ride it. I am sorry guys; we may have to settle just hanging out around here tonight." Benny sighed.
I wasn't about ready to give up yet though. I looked at Dad then at Charley, I then laid out my idea. The idea was simple. I had a wagon that had slat sides so that it could haul loads. I knew we could do more on our bikes and maybe we could even rig something so that we could pull the wagon, but I was afraid that the adults would shoot down that idea the moment I suggested it. So instead, I decided to just go with pulling it behind us as we walked through the neighborhood. Yes we wouldn't be able to do as much but then we could do different parts other nights until we showed Benny the whole neighborhood. The wagon idea was quickly Okayed by both my dad and Benny's mom. There was one stipulation from Benny though, that he be allowed to walk as long as he could, which his mom agreed to as long as he got into the wagon as soon as he started to get tired.
It didn't take long for us to get everything we needed. We even made the wagon comfortable to sit in for Benny so that he wouldn't be hurt by any jostling of the wagon. Once we were ready to leave; Dad handed us each a flashlight, even though the streets we would be on were brightly lit. He told us he was taught it was always a good idea to be prepared. Then with a wave to my dad and Benny's last minute's kiss from his mom, we were off.
"I am sorry guys if my mom was a little over protective back there." Benny said shyly.
I am not sure but I had a feeling that Benny, like me, was a mama's boy at heart. Of course it would be harder for Benny to admit this to his friends with him being 13 years old, as teenagers are supposed to be rebelling against their parents. But then again, Benny wasn't your normal everyday teenager.
Randy, who was pulling my wagon, caught up to us and threw his arm around Benny's neck in a friendly gesture. "Oh that was nothing..." He started to say. "Craig's mom didn't even want to let us go out tonight. She thinks we are all going to end up getting kidnapped like Mark did."
"Wow... Really?"
"I am afraid so." I replied. "But my dad got her to let us go out anyway. I am just worried though that she is going be mad at my dad for days now because of him letting us go." I explained to Benny.
"Wow, I am sorry to hear that. My parents do the same thing. But..." Benny who was walking next to me looked up at me before he continued what he was saying. "...most of the time though, my mom wins instead."
"Now that must really suck man!" Randy grumbled. "But I kind of know what you have been going through. I am just glad we don't have to go through it 24/7. Though if Mark isn't found soon, I think my mom and Craig's will probably do exactly what your mom is doing."
"Probably." I agreed with Randy. I wasn't quite paying attention at that moment because I suddenly felt that, like the last day of school; I was not only being watched but followed. "Guys, I don't want to creep you out or anything. But there is something I need to tell you."
Benny and Randy both stopped and looked at me. Since there was enough light from the street lamps to see their faces, I was sure they could see mine and I knew mine, if I could see it, would be one of fear.
"Craig, what is wrong?" Randy asked as he came over to me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Randy... I'm not sure if you or Benny would believe me if I told you." I said in a shaky voice.
But after a moment's thought I knew I needed to try and tell them about my fear of being followed. So I began at the beginning or what I thought was the beginning.
"A few weeks ago, I started to have this strange feeling of being followed. Usually it was while we were walking home from school but every once in a while it was on the way to school as well. I don't know why I felt this feeling because when I looked, I didn't see anyone; at least not anyone that I shouldn't have. Anyway the feeling just got stronger and stronger and was at times making me nervous. But like I said, when I looked, no one was there so I thought it had to be my imagination. It didn't help that I started to have nightmares of someone following me and then this `Blue Eyeball Killer' really freaked me out and now every time I have this feeling of being followed, I have this deep fear that it is the `Blue Eyeball Killer' that is following me or maybe us." I explained as a shiver of fear ran down my spine.
"Are you trying to tell us that the `Blue Eyeball Killer' is out here right now spying on us and following us? Possibly waiting for the right moment to kidnap us?" Randy asked and from his tone I was sure that he wasn't 100% sure my story was on the up and up. He of course showed his true colors with his response. "Craig, we have been friends for a long time. I know that you are worried just like I am about Mark. But you have to admit that you have a pretty big imagination and that sometimes it runs pretty wild."
"Randy, for once, can you just not be a dick!" I snapped.
I knew that I was in danger of having my face rearranged but I just could not stand there listening to him for another minute. We were supposed to be friends. And I thought friends were people who could tell each other things that they couldn't tell anyone else, no matter how ridiculous it sounded.
It was very obvious that the tension between me and Randy was very thick. So obvious that even Benny was able to see it and he only just met us. I wonder though if he could also see our years of friendship and our worry for our friend Mark. Right at that moment though, he put himself between me and Randy.
"Guys! Guys! Don't fight; at least not over something so stupid." Benny looked over at me. "I know you are upset and are feeling like no one believes you, but you got to trust me on this. You can't just go around and snap out at your friends every time when you feel unappreciated." Benny then looked at Randy. "Does it really matter if Craig is a little more vigilant ever since he heard about the killer? Is it really worth throwing away several years of a great friendship over something silly? And who knows, maybe someone was following him those times. I will tell you this, he is correct tonight! I didn't want to say anything but someone has been following us this evening."
When Benny announced this, both Randy and I started turning on the spot looking for anyone or anything that was out of place. We even grabbed the flashlights that my dad had given us. They were pretty good ones as well. Still, even with all that light, we were not able to see or spot any sign of whoever was following us.
"I swear to you that Craig wasn't wrong! Someone was following us! He or she must have heard us talking and is now hiding from us is all I can think of." Benny whispered, trying to keep his voice low in case whoever it was could hear them. "I think we should continue and just act like normal but keep a lookout and see if we can catch our stalker." Benny again whispered as a suggestion.
So for the next 20 minutes or so we did exactly as that. We continued to show Benny the neighborhood. Benny by the way surprised us as he was still walking, though he had couple times needed to sit and rest a moment. Every so often I would glance around hoping to catch the person following us red handed but it proved to be fruitless. There was something that bothered me, something out of place, something that wasn't quite right, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.
Eventually, it was time to head back; actually it was way past time and I was a little more than scared that Dad would be angry with me for not heading back when I was told to. But then again, that was about to not be a problem at all.
We were a couple blocks from home when again I felt the feeling of being followed, this time it was different though. Don't ask me why or how I knew it was different, it just was. Somehow this time I knew that I was going to catch who it was that was following us. As I whipped around the light of my flashlight found the eyes of the man who had been following us. He was almost a block away and looked about ready to bolt, unfortunately though, at that spot of the block he was in, there was nowhere really for him to hide. Anyway, the man was my dad.
"DAD! HAVE YOU BEEN FOLLOWING US?!" I screeched. I was pretty upset at that moment. It was as if a breach of trust between my dad and me had been broken.
Being caught red handed, the jig was up. Dad quickly walked up to us. "Craig, please don't shout. It is late and a lot of people might be trying to sleep right now." He then looked at Benny. "Hey kiddo, you doing okay? Remember, you don't want to overdo it."
"Yeah you are probably right Mr. Pederson. I guess I probably should ride the rest of the way. Mom would be real upset to know that I walked as much as I did."
"Here let me help you." Dad said and he picked Benny up and put him into the wagon. He then offered to take over the job of pulling the wagon for Randy, who was more than willing to let him do so.
For the next half block or so, no one said anything but as we approached the block that Benny and I lived on, Dad stopped. "Boys, hold up for a minute."
Both Randy and I stopped and turned to look at my dad. I could see that he had something important on his mind. "What is it Dad?" I asked.
"Well son, I just wanted to let you boys know that it was not my intention tonight to scare you. In fact, if all had gone to plan, you would have never known that I was following you. I almost gave that away when you boys started to fight and was relieved when Benny stepped in to remind you of your friendship."
"But Dad, I thought you trusted us and were going to let us do this on our own?" I asked him.
Dad sighed, "I was Craig but your mother was so worried and it was the only way I could convince her. If I hadn't she was planning on chaperoning the evening herself. I knew you wouldn't want that so I proposed this idea to your mother and she agreed to it." Dad explained.
I understood exactly what Dad was saying and I was happy that he was willing to at least try his way over Mom's. At least for the most part we thought we were alone. Though I still didn't like the fact how easily Dad creeped me out by following us.
Because Dad felt so guilty, he let Randy and I stay up late and allow Benny to stay and watch a movie with us. It took us a bit but we found something on Netflix that none of us had yet seen. Dad popped some popcorn and gave us each a 20 ounce bottle of pop. This at first though was a problem with Benny who had just realized that he was in need of a diaper change.
"Um... I... Uh... Mr. Pederson, can you please call my mom?"
"What is wrong son?" My dad asked him.
"I... ah... just realized that I need to get my ah..." He said something else after this but no one could hear it as it was barely a whisper.
"What was that Benny?" My dad asked him to repeat it as he of course wasn't able to hear it.
Even though I wasn't able to hear what Benny had said, I could tell by his face what he was thinking and went over to Dad and whispered in his ear. "Dad, he wears diapers and I think he needs changed."
"Oh I see." Dad said as soon as I told him this. He then looked at me and Randy. "So boys do either of you need a diaper change?" And the way he said this, it was as if it was as normal as ever.
I nodded my head. "I need one Dad. I wet and pooped mine while out on the walk." I informed him. Now this was partially true. I was wet. When I had gotten up to tell Dad about Benny's diaper I passed him and got a whiff of him and knew instantly that he had messed himself. I knew that I needed to make him feel more comfortable about letting my dad change his diaper, so I decided to poop mine. I could feel the urge to poop in me so I pushed a little and before I knew it, I had a large load in my back seat.
Dad smiled at me. "I should have known you would be wet and messy!" He chuckled. He then looked over at Randy. "What about you son?"
"I am wet, but I am probably okay till bedtime." Randy waved Dad off.
"Well, let me be the judge of that." Dad laughed. He then looked at Benny, "If you want you can call your mom while I take care of the boys." Of course since Dad knew what Benny needed he threw this in the mix. "Or if you want you can come back with me and the boys while I change them." And the way he just threw the hook out there was like, hey it's okay.
I wasn't surprised one bit when Benny followed us. What I was wondering though was, if he was more interested in seeing us in our diapers or if he was just trying to relax and feel like he was fitting in. Once in my room Dad collected the stuff needed including gloves, cream, powder, and 3 diapers. Yes I saw him grab 3 diapers. I don't know if the other 2 saw this or not, but I decided not to say anything about it so as not to embarrass Benny.
"Alright Randy, since you are just a little wet, let's start with you." It turned out that I had forgotten to put away my changing mat when I had used it earlier, so Randy just laid down on it. "What, you can't even remove your shorts for me?" My dad snickered. Randy must have thought he was serious because he started to get up off the mat before Dad stopped him. "I was just kidding there kiddo."
Dad then proceeded to pull down Randy's shorts and exposed his diaper and I think even Randy was shocked to see how soaked that his diaper was. He looked back at my dad, "I swear honest to god that I didn't wet that much in it." And I think for the first time since Mark's disappearance that Randy had seriously wet himself unknowingly. Most likely he was getting use to wearing and using the diapers and was using them now without even thinking. Of course I would have to talk to Randy later about that when we were alone.
Anyway, Dad quickly cleaned Randy up and had him taped into a clean dry diaper. Once Randy was done, he didn't even bother putting anything over his diaper, he just went back out to the living room where the popcorn and pop was at.
With Randy now done, Dad now had me lay down on the changing mat. I at least did the courtesy of removing my shorts so that my diaper was easier to get to. I also removed my shirt because I wanted to make sure I didn't accidently get any poop on it. I knew I had a pretty good size load in the back of my diaper. Unfortunately, I never did get the pleasure of sitting down in that load and flattening it over my butt cheeks. But we have to sometimes make sacrifices and I was making one to hopefully make Benny more comfortable around me and Randy. Especially when it comes to his diaper needs.
As Dad pulled the front of my diaper back and saw how much I deposited into it he gave me a strange look. "Boy kid. How in the world do you make so much of this? I know you don't eat that much. So where does all of this come from?" I could tell that he was joking of course.
I just answered him truthfully though. "I don't know?"
Like earlier, it took many diaper wipes to clean my bottom and as Dad did this I watched Benny who seemed completely entranced in what Dad was doing. I actually found that I was enjoying giving Benny a show. In fact, I am not sure if it was this thought or all the attention from the lotion Dad was spreading on me; but suddenly, I sprung a woody! It had to have been almost 2" solid hard. Whatever it was, it was making me feel real good and the feelings just kept getting better and better and better; when suddenly; a strong jet of pee shot from my penis and hit Dad right in the face.
"Oh my! Oh my! I am so sorry Dad! I swear I didn't mean to do that!" I cried out to him. I was really afraid that he would clobber me for what I did.
Dad used a wipe and wiped his chin and neck. "Craig don't worry, you mostly got my shirt." It was now that I realized that all I had hit was a little of his chin and neck and the rest on his shirt. "Don't worry son, you are not in trouble. You use to do this all the time in fact.
Dad quickly cleaned up the leftover remnants of my pee before taping me into a clean dry diaper. I then got up and went over to Benny and whispered in his ear.
"Hey, you know; if you want, my dad could change you. That way you won't have to wait for your mom to come over and maybe even tell you to come home. He knows you have to wear diapers like us, unless you think your mom would have a problem with him changing you." I added.
Benny thought about this for a moment and without saying anything, stripped out of his shorts and shirt, exposing his very bloated and dirty diaper. It turned out he was even messier than me. I watched as Dad used diaper wipes to clean his bottom and penis. I was surprised by the fact of how big Benny's penis was considering how small of a kid he was. It had to be about 3 inches or more hard, and almost as thick as a hotdog. Also his balls were larger and loose like my dad's, and not tight like mine and my friends. I also noticed that he had 4 light colored hairs. I ended up completely entranced on Benny's boyhood and lost all interest in the diaper change. That is until Dad pulled the diaper up between Benny's legs and hid his treasure from sight. That was when I looked up and saw that Benny was looking straight at me and smiling from cheek to cheek. At that moment, I could not begin to describe the emotions that ran through me. Probably because there were so many. For starters, there was embarrassment for being caught looking. The smile that was on Benny's face brought warmth into my heart and soul and I swear I think I felt love. This led to another emotion which was disrespecting trust from my love of Mark by cheating on him. Well actually I haven't cheated on him and Mark and I aren't even technically boyfriends. But still, these were just some of the emotions I felt at that exact moment. So for now, I decided to do the only thing I knew how to do, ignore it.
Now that everyone was cleaned up changed, we started the movie and sat back and enjoyed it. About an hour into it, Benny's mother called to check in on him. I know I was kinda snooping but I listened in anyways. I overheard as Dad explained how he was caught following us on our walk and he also told Charley that he had changed Benny's diaper and hoped that it was okay that he did so. I of course couldn't hear what she said but from the way Dad responded it seemed that Charley had no problem with this. There was more conversation and then Dad explained that there was about 45 minutes left of the movie and then he said goodbye.
From what I gather and from what happened 45 minutes later, Dad had agreed to send Benny home after the movie ended. Before Benny left, Randy and I promised that we would continue to try and show him the rest of the neighborhood, even if it meant that Dad was following us to keep an eye on us. Then for some reason, Dad walked Benny back home. Once Dad got back, all he would tell us was that he was asked to escort him home by his mom. Dad then gave us both one more diaper change before sending us to bed. He also of course promised once again before we fell asleep that if there was any news on Mark, that he would awake us and let us know. I really wasn't sure I believed him on this one though.
It had been a very long day for Randy and me and it was way past our normal bed time. You figure it was now after 1 am in the morning, which is probably later than I have ever been up before. Anyway neither one of us lasted long. Well actually I can't say that for sure about Randy. All I can do is speculate on how long it took him to fall asleep. I know I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. And if it hadn't been for that damn dream! I would have still been asleep! But I had the dream and it changed everything!