The sun is shining brightly and she can feel it warming her skin through her thin, silky dress. With one bare foot she reaches out and pushes off t...e ground, making the hammock swing. The breeze flows over her body and through her hair and she smiles as she stares up at the sky through the trees. The birds nearby are chirping happily and she begins to hum along. Her normally busy mind is completely at ease and before long her eyes slowly begin to close. Her mind is. We didn’t even have to do a full weekend. All that was required was one night in a ‘primitive camp area.’ I checked with one of the other scoutmasters to find out exactly what that meant, and he told me that it meant an open area with no electricity, no running water, and at most primitive latrine facilities. Then he added, ‘If you want to stay local, you could just camp in a pasture on someone’s farm.’ Maybe I could get through this after all. There was an old abandoned farmhouse at the edge. I knew from my internet research that the company had over fifty offices throughout eastern United States.The elevator door opened immediately. Soon I was knocking lightly on a heavy wooden door. Then I turned the knob and entered."Mr. Kite!" exclaimed the well-dressed man behind the desk. He quickly rose and came around to greet me. He offered his hand and I felt the strength of his grip as we shook."Please have a seat and tell me what Eastern can do for you today," he continued.I sat in the. "Jeffrey is used to taking care of unruly, ahh, temper tantrums, shall we call them? So please, dear, let's not have a fuss." Her hand skimmed over my hair, pushing it back behind my shoulder then continuing on to stroke the soft skin of my arm. She continued moving her hands over me, small petting movements that, I'm sure, she thought would calm me.I felt my hands being unbuckled from those hideous cuffs, but as soon as they were free, she ringed my wrists with her own hands, holding them down.