From the tour I had just given myself, I could tell that this place hadn’t been used or occupied in years. I crept on through until I could smell, f...intly, cigarettes. I stopped in my tracks, my feet making a tacky sound as they stuck to the muggy ground around me. I stood right outside a room that I would have missed had it not been for the smell. The door blended in so well with the walls that I would have totally missed it. I could hear at least two people inside, not by their conversation,. " Turning toward the bedroom doorway, he raised his voice enough to be heard. "Carla, Jessica. I need you two out here right now."Fred, worried, had overemphasized the urgency when he stressed the now. Both women came out of the bedroom at a near run, considering the cramped circumstances of the RV."What's wrong?" Carla and Jessica voiced in almost perfect synchronization as they slammed to a stop at the bed."Touch both of them!" Brenda ordered Fred.Fred grabbed the hands of both women."I. I have been carrying the shame of what I did, and what happened to me, at my bachelorette party with me for 5 years. The guilt and shame are almost unbearable at times. I have thought about telling one of my close friends or my sister, but have never worked up the courage to do actually do it. I am thinking about going to a counselor just to talk about it with another person, while maintaining confidentiality. The only people that know this story are me and the guy that was involved. I thought. On the contrary, I found conversation with her stimulating and thought provoking (when she wasn't talking about chickens, that is). Her points of view on every issue from the Bill Clinton scandal to the Crisis in Kosovo were well thought-out and well-spoken, full of insight. As the weeks prior to launch went by I found myself infatuated with her.Like her I was divorced and childless, though I could only claim a single previous spouse. My wife had been a pediatrician that I'd met in graduate.