” I gave her a peck on the cheek. “It’s camouflage. There’s a new group in town, protesting The Program...”“The Community Leagues of Decen...y. I have heard of them. They wanted to meet at Pastor Jeff’s church but he decided it would not be appropriate.”“He’s got that right. They’re picketing across the street from school. I’m going for shock value today,” I explained. When I opened a button to show the sexy bra underneath she tittered as she set breakfast in front of me.“It is too late, girl.”. After 10 minutes of pleading I eventually explained that when I was 14 I drank only 3 small bottles of beer and passed out...waking up on the grass the next morning with a blanket over me and nothing on...completely naked. So, after the laughter had died down, the kids were eagerly consuming the cider and spirits and started a game of 'truth or dare' in which I learned much about these kids secret desires and was also called upon to have another glass...and another...until a few things. C. had left me with a sour taste in my mouth.I thought about all the hardy souls that had surrounded me during the dangerous American Civil War and the adventurous Americans that had pulled up stakes and headed west in the greatest migration the country had ever seen seeking the ideal place to put down roots and making this country the greatest the world had ever seen.I think it was the solid wall of bureaucracy that disgusted me the most because it was layer after layer of inefficiency. He sniffed the glass and looked out to the ocean. He spotted something making its way towards the restaurant and barked. "Flower of the Caribbean, my fucking ass," I grumbled under my breath as I struggled to walk against the howling wind and driving rain. I spotted a dwelling through my stinging, wind and rain battered eyes. A light flickered in one of the windows. The power was out; someone had to have lit the candle. I continued towards the dwelling, against the howling wind and rain. In.