We got to the caravan and threw our bags on the bed. My kit bag was full of spare clothes, wellies, jumpers and the like – the stuff a lad would usu...lly take when on a fishing trip. I dumped the contents of my bag in the bottom of a cupboard. Marc’s bag was half the size. He removed, one at a time, every item in it and placed each neatly either in a drawer or on a cupboard shelf. No sign of stuff to keep him warm or dry.“You do know we’re gonna be outside, don’t you?” I asked.“Never done this. She told me that i was going to be her model for my sister and her friends cheerleading dresses.And that i was going to have to go with her and Sarah to get the material at the store and i was going to wear what they picked out.So i could'nt say anything or they would have told dad.and so i said ok. Mom told me and Sarah to go up stairs and start getting ready.and she would be up to help in a minute.So Sarah took my hand and said to come on Rachel were going to go and get dressed up.So we. At 12 in the morning the kid is like i want to play hide and seek. I am thinking to myself wat the fuck man? Kid go sleep i want to fuck ur mom. She agreed with a naughty smile on her face. She like u guys go hide and my and ur uncle will look for u, at the point i kinda caught on to her idea, that is a huge house with so many rooms, so we told them that they could go to the roof of the house and hide their basically whereever they wanted to go, and until they r found they r not to come out of. "Maria?" Oh, Jesus! What if this was some kind of elaborate prank? I imagined the lights suddenly coming on and finding myself in a room with Paul Warren and Arlie Stone. Or maybe with Maria and three of her college chums.But the lights didn't come on.Maybe she'd fallen asleep.Then I heard her disembodied voice from some distance. "I'm over here," she said. "In the bed." I'm going to turn on a light," I said."No. Leave it, please." Are you -- really in bed?" It's a hotel room. There aren't that.