Ben and Sandy traded glances. Whatever it is, at least Ben's as in the dark as I am.The Gunny took the cloak off, apologetically. "It's warm," he said... and then with a small grin, "I'll put it back on for the grand entrance."There came a sound of a horn from the street outside the driveway, and everyone filed out of the house.As they approached the van, the driver had the passenger door open, and a small footstool down for the ladies. "All set sir?" he asked the Gunny.Ben expected a witticism. Christie put her little hand on top of mine and winked. "No need to be nervous hon, we understand." I thought she was just being sarcastic at first. I mean, let's face it, even the most mainstream fetishes are not widely accepted. Mark read my emotions as they ran across my face. "Steven, man, calm down. What Christie is trying to tell you is that we throw those parties. I've even had a photographer there several times for photo shoots." I about fell out of my chair. This couldn't be real. They. Can't talk to anyone 'cept you, and I hardly ever see you." Well, you'll see more of me, now." I hope so. You be here every day?" No, I'm still in school, too. Just Tuesday and Thursday this term. The rest of my gang will be here the other days." Who?" You'll meet them later. They're all good guys... Look. What is this about your folks insisting you come here?" They did. Sent me to that fucking camp, too. Last thing I wanted. I knew it would be that way." Do you know why?" Yeah. Mom thinks I'm. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2016 by The Technician.Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * Gloria Powers.