How much had he heard? I had dealt with enough shame last night when we argued, when I practically begged for his love, begged for him to want me thro...gh my angry words. Now, he looked pretty bad. There was a day’s growth of whiskers, and his clothes were disheveled and unkempt, as was the dark hair I could see poking out from under his Stetson. His face was tired, as if he hadn’t been to sleep in a long time, and a small brown mark lay on his cheek below his eye where Luke had struck him. The cups of the matchingblue bra I wore were filled with my breast forms and I had already pulleda blue sweater on. The only thing I had left to put on was a pleated midthigh skirt.The skirt was hung over a chair near to where mum was now standing. Itensed up in anticipation of the screaming and yelling that I wasexpecting. But mum just stood there. Why hadn't she started to yell at me?I had started to tear up as my head hung down. And as soon as mum saw themshe rushed over and gently touched. "Oh yes dearie," the Witch whispered back. "What is it?" A golden shower!" Dorothy cried, and let go.The stream of urine splashed directly into the Witch's face; the Witch screamed."What are you doing, you wicked girl? You wicked, nasty girl!"The Witch sat up; her skin was smoking."I'm melting! I'm melting!" she screamed. "I liked it, but I'm melting! Oh! Oh! I'm... coming! I'm coming!"Dorothy scrambled off the bed, and her companions scrambled out of their hiding places."I'm coming! I'm. Night time approached and the gang went to the fire ring to see all theother campers make fools of themselves and have a laugh at the camp leaderswho always have stupid skits and songs?At last the boys went back to their cabin to get ready for bed, All theBoys undressed down to their undies and slipped under the sheets. As thelast boy was heading for his bed he turned off the lights and laughing andfarting could be heard."Ben come here and sleep with me, asked T.J. So Ben leapt out of his.