The bottle toppled from its table and tumbled onto the worn carpet, spilling whiskey into the pool of blood. ‘Please,’ the man whispered, his voic... scraping against the insides of his throat. ‘Please, Brian.’ Brian stood close enough to smell the man’s sour odor. The staleness of wasted years. His eyes had lost any indignation they had held and now Brian only saw a pathetic old man staring up at him. An old man ready to pay for his sins. He leveled the barrel of the gun at his father’s. We had some delicious ribs that were served with potato salad and baked beans as the evening progressed. We had some great slaw that was a perfect complement to the meal. Kal told me, "This must be a mainland luau," as there were so many people in attendance. I tried to tell him about the many who came to the patio every day, but I wasn't getting through. Several of the guys took off on their bikes after a while to go do some Saturday evening riding.Kal told me, "I really would enjoy going with. "Yes sir," he replies, bowing slightly. He must be the chauffeur that our agent told us about would be there to take us to the hotel. He will be our chauffeur until the car arrives, and he will familiarize us with the city. He seems pretty nice.He takes Adrienne's suitcase, and tries to take my duffel bag, but I stop him. "That's okay, I've got it."He nods, and takes Mom's bag.We head out to the limo.Wow. I mean, I have been in a limo once before I think, but this is the definite best so far.It. She spun on her knees to face me, and her face lightened a few shades when she saw the implements of punishment on the floor."Now then, suppose you enlighten me a bit as to what constitutes 'sort of cheating on me.' I thought this was an all-girls camp."She was still staring at the flogger and the paddle, remembering the last time they were used. One had administered punishment, but the other had actually been used for pleasure. After a moment, she raised her head and looked at me."Yes, it was.