It was1969 when they left and it was now 1970.I had been tucked up in bed and fast asleep. I had only just turned 11and was considered too young to st...y up very late; as my parents werenot due to return until the early hours of the morning.My babysitter, Rachel had been paid a lot of money to look after me onNew Years Eve. She had just dumped her boyfriend and didn't want to goclubbing.It was about 3.00am, I think; things were a bit sketchy and disjointed,so can't really be sure.I was woken up. “Sure,” Mitch agreed. Derek stepped over to his small refrigerator and produced two cans of Coke. He took two red plastic cups from a stack next to the refrigerator and poured half of a can into each cup. He then slid over to his desk drawer and slipped out a bottle of rum. Mitch watched in slight shock. He’d never drunk alcohol before. He opened his mouth to tell Derek he didn’t want any, but something made him stop. He didn’t want to offend Derek the first time they were hanging out. So. He rarely got this mad about anything. Chris had begun to have a little pang of worry as the large man in front of him turned away, running his fingers through his own hair. "You're lucky I'm a member of the same golf club as Judge Ferguson. You could have been facing jail time," he growled. The man ran his fingers through his rapidly graying hair again as he sat heavily in a large leather chair. He picked up a manilla folder off the desk, flipping it open. Chris couldn't see was in it, but was. Against one wall of it was a hot water heater, a big, steel contraption that looked brand new. There was a small hand bucket next to it. The way to bathe was to heat the water, then grab water out of the heater with the hand bucket, and pour it over you. A wall separated the two sections of the room, with a way to walk through at one corner, and on the wall sat some soap and shampoo.Even though it had been a while since I last bathed this way, I remembered the general specifics of bathing. So I.