A lot of weed. Almost everyone had gotten high in a bout half an hour of the hash being broken out. I was sitting on the couch, passing a blunt to my ...riend Jeremy, when Aisha, one of the cheerleaders at my school walked up to me. She sat down and smiled at me.“Hey,” I told her, not really sure what to say.“Lets have sex,” she said.“What?!” I asked, completely shocked by this sudden suggestion.“Come on. I’m young, hot and horny. Don’t you want me?” she jokingly pouted.“Well, yea, but… um …” I. Well, I thought, it certainly fit in this case. I knew I was in trouble with all three of the women in my life, but I still didn't know how I could fix it and still get my point across. I was saved from my own thoughts when Jeb showed up to take me to get my truck. I grabbed my forty and climbed into his car. We pulled out the gate, headed to his gun shop. He was filling me in on what had happened while I was gone when BAM, the right front tire on his car blew. I rolled out the door thinking. ..! What the hell do I do now...?’ she thought, panic welling up inside her. Her only option was to dash into the forest and hide, but that would mean crossing the snow-covered road and leaving footprints! Would the car driver see them? Footprints from one side of a road to another would look like a****l tracks, but footprints that started from themiddleof the road and disappeared into the forest could arouse curiosity. Panic! She felt utterly helpless.The headlights were now shining in her. They were there when he needed them. From childhood, they stuck by each other through the war zone of high school and teenage years. They bailed each other out of trouble when the excesses of college were close to drowning each of them.They were all there but one. After high school Chuck went off to the Marines. He was the most un-military guy you could imagine. Calm and fun-loving. Unflappable. Independent and a little rebellious. None of them could change his mind. None of them could.