My conscience was hurting and was overflowing. How many soldiers had i killed. I went into a total guilt complex. I could not find any answer to my th...ughts and i was listlessly moving about. I finally reached rishikesh. The pristine scenery, the serene nature, the gushing alaknanda, and the genuine piety that i saw moved me, and my heart felt lighter. Yet, i was crying within. I found shelter at the swami sivananda ashram, where i would sit on the steps and stare into space. Food was served. "Tyrone?" Yeah, I think I can do it." Okay," Otis agreed, "We're on." Gather your bunch and have them at school around nine," the voice directed. "We'll ship you to the site before the team returns from the game. The bitches will be in that crowd somewhere. Cool?" Cool." We're back," the voice announced. "All out. See you tomorrow night."Otis and Tyrone got out and the van pulled away. "Who do you think they are?" Otis asked.Tyrone frowned. "Dunno. Not the football team." No?" Listen, man --. The three boys hit it off as did Jessica and Betty. The three boys were in the pool and they were having their own conversation as the women chatted in their little grouping. Betty appeared very nervous and she kept looking at her stepson with the other boys. Lisa noticed Betty’s uneasiness and asked, ‘Are you okay Betty?’ ‘I don’t know how to start. I feel so guilty,’ Betty began. ‘Guilty, what do you feel guilty about?’ Lisa pressed. ‘Oh my God I don’t know how to say it so I’ll just tell you. Tracy thought it was a very hungry look. She shivered but it was not because of the cold.Stacy got up and sauntered over to the coach. She stopped in front of him, placed her hands behind her back to thrust out her young breasts and looked up at him in her best little girl pose."Hello, Coach. I'm Stacy and that is Tracy." She gestured behind her to the mats in the middle of the gym where Tracy was seated."I want to be a cheerleader, Coach Baxter, and I was hoping you could help me." Cheerleader.