It was hot upon contact. I touched his forehead. "You're burning up." I said. I put my arm around his shoulder and felt that his shirt was completely ...renched in sweat. "Ms. What's going on?" A sleepy voice said. Another camper woken up by the light. She looked at her fellow camper. "Ken, you alright?" She stood up but I gestured my hand for her to stay put. Ken and I walked back toward his bed right next to the awoken camper. Ken stopped."My bed is wet too." "Come use mine," the other camper. But she signaled to me to go to the chhat. I went to our chhat. I saw her there. I waited for the night to come. When it got dark everywhere I jumped to their chhat Her husband was busy with his tuition work and he would not available before 9 pm. She quickly locked the door from outside, so that if any one came I could go back to my chhat. She was wearing nighty. Immediately I pushed her to the wall I positioned her such as she would have the support of the wall. I stood in front of her. Her. Friday night arrives, as Tommy drives Stephanie to Mike's house, a lineof parked cars already stretches from the house. The sounds of heavy bassmusic and voices emanate from the house as the pair walk up to the house.As the odd couple meander thru the crowd inside, the others glance,raising a few eyebrows accompanied by a few silent snickers. Stephaniegets a pair of beers for them, hoping it cuts the edge for both of them.Initially the pair stay together, scanning the crowd.. So this is the amalgamated story of Cathy and Chris. I give you the prologues from both!CATHY DOUGLASThis story is set 3 years ahead of the events in George Douglas; and it follows on from Veronica Coleman; for theses events please read both volumes — I need the extra readers!The George Douglas story left on an apparent cliff-hanger, How far under control was Chris Henderson? Would he become a programmed toy for the Association to use?What happened to Sharon, Kathy and Charlotte? — would their.