Guess you can call me a male slut. That's OK. I LOVE my life.Now my story:I had planed a Thursday night to Sunday evening camping trip. But plans chan...e. A friend was suppose to come camping with me Thursday but she got stuck with an extra half shift at work. I had the camp trailer ready and was itching to go. My hormones were ready too. (bummer)So I was settling down for an internet porn date and a bottle of lotion when I checked some emails. There was one there from a young woman who use to. I’ll talk to my mom tonight and then let Taft know I accept.”“Cool. You’ll have to change your work schedule, I guess.”“Probably. I need as many hours as I can get, but I have to make sure I have enough time to study, too.”“The eternal struggle,” I said.A customer came to the counter, so I went back to work and Nancy went to the register.February 13, 1982, West Monroe, Ohio“So what did you want to talk about, Mike?” Mom asked.Mom and I were sitting in the kitchen because it was too cold to sit. The three of them arrived at the mall's Food Court, and took a table toa side. It was away from most of the crowd, and they each got a drink,and waited. Debbie appearing more and more nervous as the minutespasted. From the side, it was not too clear that Debbie was in awheelchair, and sitting down at the table, her bent posture was notquickly apparent. At 5 minutes after 1PM, Baseballnut10 arrived.He was 5'7 or so, thin and wiry, with sandy colored hair. He waspleasant looking, with wire frame. " Maybe it's deserted?" Fred said hopefully, casting a quick look atDaphne."Or Maybe it's haunted," Shaggy cried. Velma snapped at him not to be sucha baby, but it seemed to have little effect on the scared Shaggy.Pulling up to the abandoned looking mansion, the mystery solvers got outof the front seat while Shaggy and Scooby remained in the back, refusingto move. "What are you?" Velma asked impatiently, "Chickens?" With thatboth Scooby and Shaggy were suddenly outside the van (with no sign as.