I set the camp stove over the fence and the headed over it myself. I grabbed the stove once I was over and headed back towards the creek. The pot I ha... tied onto my bag was making a lot of noise and the neighborhood dogs were starting to bark drawing more attention my way as I hurrying down the alley. I had just stepped into the shadows of a big oak tree next to the road when I heard a car coming down the road. I froze not knowing where to hide as I would surly be seen with all this stuff I was. We silently counted to three and sprung the trap.We snapped his wrists and arms into locking restraints before he newwhat was happening. Still not being able to see, we were able to gethis ankles and thighs secured without much difficulty.As James started to protest violently, I quickly stuffed a redballgag into his mouth, followed by a lace up posture collar to limitthe thrashing movements of his head. I further limited his motion bylocking the collar to the back of the chair, making his head. .”I kissed him again, just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. Fluke? My toes curled.“The opinions would swing between ‘Are you freakin’ CRAZY?!?’ and ‘You lucky sumbitch... ‘“ and he put a hand behind my back and pulled me against him.“Tell me I’m not crazy.”“We both are.”“Sunny ... we can stop. I’m a weirdo. I can’t do this stuff and not think it means something...”“It means something,” I said. “It means I’m being kissed in a most remarkable and wonderful fashion by somebody whom I regard with. ”The cop had to hold his hand over his mouth or he would have burst out laughing. Struggling to get control, he finally asked, “What will it be boys? Do you need a referee?”The bigot shouted, “Look, it’s stupid to hate someone because they have brown hair.”Ed said, “It’s stupid to hate someone because he’s a cowboy.”The little guy piped up, “It’s stupid to hate someone because he’s gay.”“It’s not the same thing. I can’t help that I was born with brown hair.”The little guy said, “I can’t help.