He was in his own tent when I got back, but I'd worked up enough of a mad that I just barged in. As soon as I did, though, I realized that wasn't the ...est way to approach anybody, let alone somebody who thought as much of himself as this one seemed to do. I would've backed right out if I could have, but he looked up from whatever he was doing as soon as I came in and there I was with something in my hand. So I tried to make the best of it by coming on real respectful."Uh, sir?" I said, a little. The damned most humiliating weekend of mylife damn you. You and them took pictures. Well somehow, the girls andsome of the boys got a hold of some, started making fun of me. A few ofthe jocks are really making things hard. A few of them jumped me on theway home, knocked me down, hit my face and kicked me. And that wasn't theworst!" He started crying.She snickered. "What's the worst?"He turned over and refused to look at her. Ashamed and silently weeping."You can't hide it I see it in your face,. Their backyard was amazing, with a nice sized swimming pool at the center, a flower garden with pink azaleas, an assortment of multicolored lilies, and domineering sunflowers standing near the center. A little cabana was off to the side and that is where I found myself for much of the time. There were about 30 people there, all drinking and having a good time - a great way to spend a hot and humid holiday. Margaritas were blended, glasses were toasted, and a great spread of food was served. By. I was furious, but I made sure that it didn't show. After a moment, he went outside. I could see that he talked to one those guys who had been there when I was taken in. Soon I was escorted back to the cell in which the two drunks were still snoring. It was now clear that they didn't want me to make any calls.I spent another hour there, watching the two drunks. At one point one of them partly woke up, and looked at me with blurry eyes. Suddenly I got an idea, and I walked over to him."Hi, pal,.