I didn’t understand why I wanted to do it, but in a funny sort of way just the thought of doing it was exciting.’ ‘Have you felt like that when ...ou’ve seen Champ pissing?’ I asked and saw an ashamed, almost guilty expression flit across her face before she gave a whispered answer. ‘Sometimes.’ ‘You shouldn’t feel guilty about that, and I certainly can’t compete with him.’ I added with a chuckle that was rewarded with a shy, hesitant smile. ‘Although I sometimes get a funny feeling when I watch. Which meant the few assholes that liked to mess with the weaker kids pretty much left me alone, and the two or three that didn’t discovered rather quickly that they should have. One big kid named Sam Mabe got to pushing on me by the lockers one day, I told him to knock it off and he laughed, giving me another push. I clobbered him and the brawl was on, by the time the teachers got there to break it up Sam was down and bloody, I was still standing there, waiting to see if he wanted any more. He. The cool night air revived Alan slightly. Much to everyone's surprise, he began to sing again and shoved Bart and Jack away. Alan took a few tentative steps by himself, suddenly doubled over, and vomited in the flowerbed."Owwww, man," retched Jack.Jack waited for the heaving to stop and then helped Alan into his house. Joyce still sat trembling in the backseat of the car. Bart opened her door and gallantly bowed."Your chariot has arrived, my lady," he said. "Allow me to escort you inside."Joyce. " The man demanded."I can't," the prisoner said. Before anyone else spoke there was a commotion and the prisoner screamed and began to cry. The camera didn't zero in on the prisoner but it was obvious something had happened."Now tell me about the drug raid," the voice said again."Please no," the prisoner begged. There was the commotion again only before there could be a resolution the prisoner began to talk. "The raid was a setup." What do you mean a set up?" the off camera voice.