Fortunately, I knew when to shut up!I debated with myself whether or not to just give her a mental command to let me have the scooter, but I quickly s...quelched that thought. I was never going to resort to using that kind of coercion to win arguments with my parents.On July 5th, Dad and I checked the newspaper for baseball scores. To our surprise, and most other people's, I'll bet, the Red Sox won! Dad called the bookie to ask how to collect his money. He was told to drop by a certain address any. We had stayed up late and Claire brought out some marijuana. I had never tried this. She didn’t roll up some cigarettes but instead lit some in a glass bowl and then proceeded to breathe in the fumes with he head hung over the bowl.After a little while she invited me to try it. I had never done maryjane before and thought it would be a novel experience – probably one that was unlikely to come my way again. It felt good and relaxed me, even if I did feel a little light-headed. It also made me. I was coming in from a day of assignments when I walked into the photography office and smack dab into a blinding flash of light. I stopped in my tracks and blinked my eyes not knowing what had just happened. I heard a voice say, "Now you know how people on the other side of the camera feel." The spots in front of my eyes cleared to see a gang of the people I worked with."Surprise!" I heard someone say from the group. I looked around hoping to find someone who would tell me what the hell was. But the girl certainly had plenty of courage; he was forced to concede that much. She let out a few involuntary gasps to begin with, but quickly got even this under control and endured the final seven lashes, all of them savagely laid on, in stoic silence.Half dead and semi conscious she was untied and dragged down to her bunk, onto which she was unceremoniously thrown. She passed out completely as they left her, and was still half out several hours later when the other two came down to see to.