This is a babysitter story like no other you've ever read. Read on, and learn how I, Harvey Marcus, got initiated.I had two friends I'll call Smith an... Jones. Their last names are too distinctive to use in this story. They married before me and had kids, one each. Smith had a girl they named Jaqi. The distinctive spelling was intentional, not while he and his wife were under the influence of drugs, which he sometimes sampled. Jones had a son, John. Harriett and I had Annie a couple of years. ”“I’m on the pill, Big brother,” she said.“Excellent! We better get home before Mom calls the police on us.”She used the car’s mirror to fix her makeup, and cuddled back next to me.We got home, and got out to see our sisters, waiting for us.Sam had taken the drive home to put her hair back in pigtails, which make her look twelve.I got out and opened the door for her, and we hugged our sisters, not having seen them for almost a month.“Is this our little brother?” Tiff said to Em.“It’s only been. You must have been in horrible pain. I’m so sorry.”Ed shook his head and replied, “Hey, I helped plan this mess. I should have been the host and Donald should have been the customer.”Diana, surprised to see the men talking so calmly with Ed bleeding, said, “Speaking of pain, why aren’t you taking him to the hospital?”John answered, “The ambulance is outside. They’ll be here in a minute and will take him to the hospital where they will sew him up as good as new.”Winking at Diana, Ed said,. "You must be with friends? I asked. "No, I'm alone. Why do you think that?" "All the skis and snowboards." "I'm alone, I'm a ski instructor in the winter. At Gore Mountain this year. I came down to Albany today for a court date, fighting a speeding ticket I got on the way up here in December. I lost." "Sorry to hear that." I smiled at him while he unlocked the van and slid the side door open. I was unprepared for what I saw…the van was outfitted as a camper I think. Curtains in all the windows,.