I’ve been paying for mine for years.” Laughing, I added, “Anyway, Dad, the camp got rid of those army cots a decade ago. We have nice spring bun...s with mattresses now.”“That is a small comfort,” Dad groaned.“You know that even if I find out Hunter can’t join Cub Scouts in July, he is going to be in pissy mood for the next four months if he can’t go to camp,” I suggested. “I will find out the joining requirements. I think the two of you better have a Plan B ready in case he can’t go to camp.. Fuck! I swore, as my heart leaped in my chest. I sat up and peered at my alarm clock. It was 7:00 AM. Who the fuck ring the doorbell at 7:00 AM on a Saturday? Luckily, the silence soon returned, but I was unable to fall back to sleep as a pressing need to pee was keeping me awake. Sighing, I slipped out from under the covers. A shiver ran down my back before I had a change to slip into a nightie and head to the bathroom. Ahhh&hellip, I sighed as I relieved myself. But as luck would have it,. Standing in front of that mirror it was like I was looking at adifferent me for the first time. When she said I lost weight in theplaces that didn't matter I understood it backwards. Or actually Ihadn't cared to understand it at all.The reality was that another way to put it would be I lost weight inall the places that did matter. Like my waist. I had curves,admittedly small ones but they were there. The fat had mostly gonefrom my stomach, but stayed on my thighs. I was a semblence of. ?Easy there boy, I told you that anything I give you that you throw up, I’m going to make you eat again. And if you spill any piss or ashes on my carpet, I’m going to beat your ass so bad you won’t sit for a week.? A Buddhist monk didn’t have more mind control than Scott did in that moment. Tears streamed steadily down his face but he remained focused on a small, imaginary spot on the ceiling. For the next 20 minutes, he was a receptacle for ashes as he held the now cold piss in his mouth. .