I drove, wondering if I might catch up, or run into her somewhere along the way. Perhaps even running into her in Yellow Stone, though I had no idea w...here she was going when she got there, or whom she was even meeting up with so I could ask to ensure that she got there ok. I drove a bit quicker than I had intended reaching the park only a few short hours later.Reaching the Park, I drove around for a bit hoping she might see me and recognize the Van. But I never saw anyone matching her. “Sounds like a fourteen-year-old boy to me,” Janice said protecting her cub.There was a clatter of noise somewhere in the distance. Katie, Jennie, Paul, and Cece came in. “Is he alright?” I heard Paul ask.“Where have you been?” I asked seeing them all.Katie said, “Jeremy stood up and said, ‘Let Michael’s family take care of him. The Teachers need this rehearsal. Nobody leave until you are finished singing ... got that?’ He really stepped up.”“Good for him,” I said as well. I was able to take. Her straining efforts fruitless, tilting her head back, struggling to breathe, to calm herself, she bites into the ball gag in disgust, tastes the remnants of the acrid fluid collecting beneath her on the floor. Shaking her head as she forces herself to think, to try to tear loose, a couple deep breathes, tensing her arms, legs, barely raising herself between the pillars, dropping back down, she flexes her shoulders, twists her torso while she grunts through the disgusting gag. The pain tears. At one point one of my friends, Art, said he believed there was no such thing as straight and gay and that everyone was inherently bisexual, and that men were just more repressed about it and every man, if given the opportunity and right situation would enjoy man on man sex.I was disagreeing with him pretty forcefully and when everyone else had left and I was getting ready to go Art asked me if I really didn't think I had a gay or bi side.I told him definitely not and he offered a one sided.