The only other member of our party that didn't drink was the girl I had a crush on—for the purposes of this story, let's call her Candy.Candy was a ...great poker player. In less than an hour, three of our friends were out of the game—we had agreed to limit our removal of clothes to everything but underwear—yet she still had all her clothes on. So did I.We kept playing for a few more minutes before our fourth and final friend was out. It was now down to Candy and me. I was determined to win. Not. "We want to talk." Oh don't worry about these six little terrors," laughed Jacky as she swept Bernard up onto Jenny's back. "They'll sit quietly whilst we talk; won't you kids?" I'd like a gallop," demanded Bernard."And me!" chorused Jeanette and Susan."Well not yet children," Teased Veronica. "We grown ups want to talk." Dot tempted them with some biscuits and trifle and the children tumbled into the conservatory. My father and stepmother both turned to me. They had been stunned into silence. I could keep my first name the same though, right? I'd like to stay Kenny." I thought Mama was disappointed with my response. "It doesn't matter that much if it's too much of a bother to do." Kenny, it's your decision. Whichever name you'd prefer. Bertie, were you perhaps hoping he'd choose to be a Chalmers?" I hadn't given the matter any thought. The important thing is that Kenny has agreed to the adoption. We'll inform Bunny when he arrives. He said he can get the paperwork started right. Whatthe hell got into me? I don't even know where that came from. I feel likea total faggot. Maybe I've been spending too much time with these girls.I shake my head and excuse myself and begin to walk back to my cabin.As I begin my trek back to my cabin, I feel a tingling in my abdomen, andsuddenly, I feel much, much lighter. I ignore it and continue walking.Again I feel it, but this time it covers my entire body. I stop walkingthis time as the feeling becomes unbearable. Now that I'm not.