He wasn't sure if it was the flight, his unease at coming back to his home town or maybe the daunting task of being the center of attention to a crowd... of people he didn't know or give a shit about. There was shocked silence, and he felt like crying, shamed by the nausea, by his appearance, by his fear.JJ had whipped off her leather jacket and covered him with it, hiding the foul liquid that soaked his shirt and his shorts, that dirtied the bandages on his stumps, and Christine got them to the. Megan giggled at his reaction.Backing away, she reached for the washcloth hanging on the soap dish at the side of the tub. Holding it in the shower stream, she got it wet and then vigorously rubbed the bar of soap into it.When it was nice and soapy she held out the prepared washcloth saying, "You put the paint on me, why don't you wash it off."Kneeling in front of her, Dave proceeded to wash her entire body. Although he would have desired to leave the paint on her face because it looked so. She certainly didn’t agree with either of the two extremist groups. But still, this woman was a defenceless human being, and she didn’t deserve to be treated like this. And it was only going to get worse.The innkeeper Roger dragged the woman back to centre stage. When he produced a metal ring with straps attached to it, the crowd roared with enthusiasm. He forced the ring into the woman’s mouth and tied the straps behind her head. This left her mouth stretched open painfully. Next he whipped. And someone was filming, when one of the frat guys brought my wife back out to the stage area. She was stoned, and the “new at the time” J. Geils song “Give It To Me” was blaring from the PA system.At that moment, with an old Super 8mm sound camera going, the frat guy began to fist my wife in front of the crowd. She got in synch with the song, and I am sure it was a once in a lifetime scene for the crowd. One of the frat guys ran into me, years later, on campus. We had already known each other.