I was ok….let’s see how this goes and responded and asked generic questions. For the next two weeks we talked, email every day and our conversatio...s were very XXX in very graphic details.She stated one evening while chatting that she would like to get together and if I was really interested. I have to admit I was very intrigued by her….even after the first “crazy “contact. I agreed to meet with her at a restaurant which she said was on her side of town.I really had no expectations for that. Dad called your mom and she’ll pick us up and take me to spend the night with Mrs. O’ Malley.”Scott’s girlfriend approached, touching his shoulder. “Brad, I’m Carrie, Scott’s girlfriend. I think he’s sick. He’s in the boys’ washroom.”“Oh boy, that’s all we need is for one of the teachers to find out he’s been drinking at the dance!” He muttered.Brad hurried into the washroom and found Scott in the wheelchair stall on his knees at the toilet. Several others had followed him, including the girls.. As his practice session continued Peter realized that he was doomed.Each time he stopped before the mirror his doom was amplified as heapplied another coat of lipstick. He could not escape the reflection ofall the golden jewelry decorating his face or the champagne pinkhighlighted hair. Staring into that mirror caused what fight lingeringwithin him totally surrendering and his masculine self awarenessshrinking to almost nothing. Walking, bending, sitting and talking likea little girl while. Jamie was freaking out, desperately hugging Greg and shouting her love for him, pleading for him to wake up. She even shouted “Rumpelstiltskin” to see if the twisted bastard might have used that same word on Greg.Linda and I tried healing him, like we did Melody. After 10 minutes of intense concentration, WE’D gotten warm, but Greg was still as cold as a corpse.Now, I was freaking out too. I was trying to figure out what Brad might have said to cause this.We let go of Greg to get some Gatorade..