I soon found out it was. Paranoid is becoming my middle name, more like my only name.It takes several months, but I finally finish the story Max wante... from the material he sent. What follows is Max’s story written from his point of view and I’ve done my best to imitate his style of telling a story. Some of the story’s aspects are very frightening while others are very heartening. It does show some people still do stand up and die for supposedly outmoded ideas like freedom, personal liberty,. "I'll ask," the new kid said softly.The next morning, the new kid said to her, "You can come over Saturday,if you want to." I do."The new kid gave her the address and a phone number, and then retreated alittle."I'll be there," Beth said.Beth had gotten permission from her parents, so Saturday, she made herway to the neighborhood where the new kid lived. The house looked likeall the other houses around it, right up to the point where Beth knockedon the door and the new kid let her in.Inside, it. Then I began giggling at the thought “I guess it is” From a simple giggle, my smile soon stretched out farther and I began guffawing hard. The sound of my uncontrollable laughter can be heard far and wide in the middle of midnight. Myra on the end of the table was taken away by my outburst and began laughing with me. She cannot voice out any sound but her posture and muscle movements show that her stomach is shaking from the humor that we just found. Within the dead of the night, we made a. We packed up then and caught our flight home I got a lot of strange looks from my Father and brother Brad. 18 hours later we finally walked into our front door,My Father said "into the den every one" I sat on his leather sofa joined by my Mom, Dad and Brad took the other sofa across from us, Me and my Mother were told to stand up then he ripped the clothes off of us, Dad and Brad stripped too, I saw two huge erections, I looked at mom and she told me welcome to a mans world darling, My dad.