It was time to put everything in effect and everyone sat down for dinner. Me and Chris served them up and slipped the drugs in with the drinks. We fin...ished and as everyone started to get up to leave the table they found it hard to. Their arms were heavy and their heads started to droop. Me and him gave a look at each other and started to get up. There was a desk near the kitchen where we had earlier stashed some rope, I went into the other room and retrieved it. When I came back near the dining. “What!?” Steph and Brad and the others said as one.“I uh...I just realized I have to go to the bathroom really bad!” Jesse weakly managed. His friends rolled their eyes, oblivious to what we’d been doing to him the whole time. I gave him one last whisper before I let him go.“When you’re done in the bathroom, you come back to cabin 3F. We can give you the antidote you want there. Got it?”Jesse looked utterly subdued and just gave me a slow nod. I grinned and spanked his now-gorgeous bubble-butt. There's a lot you don't know, a lot that don't make any difference, ain't worth talkin' about. He had a lot to put up with. He made some mistakes. Mistakes that might have made him go mean. But that ain't what he did." Uncle Johnny gazed toward the window. "That ain't what happened. What happened was, he wanted to go one way, but history went another. Last time I saw your daddy, I went down to Central Station, when he left. Had that big troop train down there. Three of 'em, three trains, lined. She was getting a lot of flak from her parents about bringing a boy to dinner, and her sister was incessant in her taunting. For an 11-year-old (never a good age anyway, in my book), Megan seemed to be particularly annoying and spiteful, and I hadn't even met her yet."Missy," I finally said in exasperation, "you're 15 years old. What do they want to do, keep you in a convent until you're 21?" Probably," she muttered. We were in the library, having gotten passes out of our respective study halls.