The mosquitoes were bad as they were everywhere, but the ticks were even worse. Still even with the mosquitoes and ticks camping made for a much bette... weekend than staying with my mom.Eventually, we got to where they wanted to make camp, set up a tent and passed out for the day. It would have taken less time to get there, but they were lugging beer and other alcoholic beverages as well. The real stuff didn't happen until the next day though.They started drinking early, sharing with me. They. ' Once seated we held hands and played a fascinating game of 'spot the African American on the screen or in the audience'. It proved much harder than expected. We had better luck later while attending "Shaft." Between films we talked quietly, learning about each other.It was then she admitted she was strongly bi-curious leading me to let out a rebel yell which seemed to inspire a young Billy Idol who was sitting near us. Already, I could tell how important music would be to us.Alana was big on. Zena asked Ned ‘Do you know how all these things work?’ Ned replied ‘Yes, do you want a thorough demonstration?’ ‘If I am to be the Housemother here, I need to be intimate with all the facility’s details.’ ‘Then let’s start over here at the tool kit.’ Ned opened the cabinets and drawers and showed Zena the tools available. Some chains had padlock hasps while others were easily unsnapped, even by the person being bonded. Most of the knives and scissors had blunt ends to avoid accidental pricking. As he speaks, his gaze wanders between his presentation on the screen, to individuals sitting in the auditorium, keeping them engaged. I’m almost desperate for his eyes to catch mine. Then, for just a second, they do, and it almost seems like his eyes can see right into me. Both eyebrows slightly lift, almost as if asking me an unspoken question. Before I know it, his lecture is over, and he is swarmed by my colleagues, who have to ask him one more question or make one more point… but I know.