We were rushed into the beach house and given the grand tour. It was all very spectacular to see but what really grabbed my attention was the massive ...acht out the back. Holy shit Roger. Is that yours? I blurted out in the middle of him demonstrating the stereo system. His face lit up. Aha Andy it is indeed and youre gonna love this. We are all going to be partying through the night on it and into the morning, his grin was suddenly mirrored onto my own face. This was even better than normal. I. “You’re the guy who got out after twenty years?” he asked.“Yeah, how long were you in for?” I asked.“I did eight, but I didn’t do it,” he said.“Well, we are not about guilt or innocence here, we are about helping each other come home. I mean really come home. The bus ride didn’t really do it.” I said.He just nodded and moved to the coffee pot. He come in and sat down. He was the only one who showed up, but he was a start. We spent the next thirty minutes talking about his new life.“I been out a. We knows y'all boys are good shots." Laughter and jeers answered his statement, but it was followed by, "Shore, Cap'n. We knows ya're right. We'll quit foolin' around."It was nearly 10 minutes later before the Comanches were within 200 yards—a good range for the hide hunters, but still stretching it for the men on the roof. Now, the hide hunters started shooting in earnest and picking off Comanches or horses at every shot, though no more 2 for the price of 1.John ordered his people on the roof. After the officer dropped me and my suit case off and signed a few papers a man approached me and told me to follow him. Mr. Mansook led me to a room and closed the door, he then said that he had to "check" me in and told me to drop my pants and underwear. This was embarrassing to say the least, at 16 I was not well endowed and was quite aware of it. He ordered me to turn around and spread my cheeks, no one had ever seen my most private spot, I wondered if I had cleaned it well. Then I was.