"She shot me a quizzical look. "Meaning what?" Well, as a nasty 'for example, ' do you want to go to camp again?"A look of revulsion crossed her face ...this time. "Not unless I'm armed. It would be open season on anyone who comes near me." Precisely. And I don't feel like doing whatever my father would come up with. I'm sure it would involve what they used to call 'an honest day's work.' That usually involves the business end of a pick or shovel, or the carrying of heavy loads on construction. It was one time when I was with Karen, the most experienced of our group and my special girlfriend, that she suggested I might enjoy “something different”. We were in her bedroom one late afternoon after school. As usual her parents were both still out at work and not expected back for an hour or more. Always open to new experiences, I naturally agreed and soon found myself stripped completely naked and spreadeagled across her bed, wrists and ankles secured to the legs of the bed with soft. After all, he hadn'tseen the k**, his name was Josh, for ten years. Josh was seven when Troyhad moved out East. His sister's son was a scruffy little k** who alwaysseemed to be pestering him. Troy had kept busy with his work and all, andbesides phoning and letters, had not been back to see his family sincethen. His sister, with four k**s, couldn't really afford to visit eitherso there it was, ten years and now the k** was coming for a visit. It washis graduation gift and he was going to. Cath knelt down and snorted the line through the note. She felt it burn the side of her thin nostrils and the grains pass through the back of her throat. She coughed. Fuck! It was a good hit! Almost instantly she got that weird buzz of clarity that obliterated the fuzziness of alcohol. Although her thoughts now seemed to be in a clear focus she was aware they were really no less scattered than before. Gareth snorted a line himself with the note and passed it back to Cath. She picked it up, and.