I just wanted to know if you would be staying the night?" I almost choked as she asked that."I wasn't planning to." Gina's mom nodded, and went up the...stairs."You know, it is the weirdest thing. Ever since that night, my mom has been oblivious to so many things that used to bother her."Oblivious? Or accepting and no longer concerned? I remembered the switches I'd made in Gina's mom, and could feel them upstairs. They were both stuck in the position I'd moved them to that first night. I. I’m not in school. How about you? Shouldn’t you be at work?”“Nah. Just moved here. I’m a teacher and it’s kind of difficult to find a job this late in the school year. My wife took a job at one of the hospitals so I’m doing the stay at home thing right now. k**s are in school and a man can only watch so much daytime television.” I laughed as the chubby duck got beat around by a smaller duck.“What do you teach?”“Math. High School math mainly.”“Yeah I was supposed to meet someone here but it. The carnage was unbelievable. The stench of blood, sweat, and spent gunpowder filled the air. I tried to get my footing but a sharp pain coursed through my left leg. Stumbling to the ground l took a last breath and fell.When I opened my eyes, I was in a hut. Immediately I grabbed for my side arm, but the pain was unlike anything I'd ever felt. My arm bandage was spotted with crimson blood. Trying to wrap my brain around what had happen and what state I was in, and passed out again. I came to. On our way we discussed the new game and decided it was silly. So we settled on getting changed into our swimming costumes and going swimming in the afternoon. Arriving back at the barn suitably dressed with our costumes underneath our shorts and t-shirts we discovered the rules had been changed again. This time the jailer would be allowed to torture the prisoner.Torture conjures up powerful images and I wasn't very sure about this latest development. "What do you mean torture?" Not really.