The boy had to squat like and animal and shit and piss in a litter box. Then he had to scoop out the shit with his bare hands and ?flush it down the b...sment drain.??? ? ?One of the men hawked up a wad of?phlegm??and spit it right into the face of the birthday boy. The stinking gob of spittle hit the boy in his left eye and ran down over his nose and cheek, some of it resting on his pouty lower lip. ?He knew better than to wipe the spit out of his eye. ?This gave the other guys the go-ahead and. Neither of us saidanything about the encounter but we both blushed a couple of times thatday.It was mid-September when the shit hit the fan with my father.Apparently he had gotten another bill from the drug store and finallyrealized that someone - me - had been charging about $100 a month for"male cosmetics." He read me the riot act over the phone - telling methat he pay for necessary medicines but not that "makeup crap," and thatanything like that I wanted - I could pay for myself. Well, there. "I don't think John or Joan would be happy with that idea. But I think I know what you mean" she said with a smile and a little peck on the cheek."Our friendship became even closer and it was about the end of September that one night we all went to the local inn for a meal and a drink. It was in one of those darkened dining areas and Linda was sat next to me with our backs to the wall. John and Joan were sat opposite. I found myself brushing up against Linda quite frequently and she was. “I’m going to shower and clean up now, I have an important meeting in half an hour or so,” she called after me. I lifted my hand in the air and gave her a thumbs up as I walked toward the henhouse. After finishing my duties, I walked around the corner and stopped dead in my tracks like I had hit a brick wall. Bailey was inside the house in the downstairs shower, and hadn’t closed the curtains on the window in the bathroom. She was standing facing to the side, with her leg up on the edge of the.