She sang 'Where the Boys are', by Connie Francis. She sounded beautiful and it brought tears to my eyes.When she was finished and everyone applauded h...r she left the stage and noticed me. She seemed surprised and came over to me."Joey, how long have you been here?" About a half an hour." Why didn't you come over to the table?" You were with your friends and I didn't know any of them so I thought I would sit here. You were wonderful. You brought tears to my eyes." Thank you, that means a lot to. "Try to keep him more or less constantly horny if at all possible. He needs to have blue balls every time that he shows up here. It will make him easier for us to control. It will be handy to have a camp counselor so utterly under our thumb," I grinned as I gave Stephanie a very passionate kiss."You, get dressed. Don't even think that we're finished with you. Not by a long shot. You crossed us one time too many and I warned you that one day I would have revenge. You should have listened to me. I allowed my shoulders to slump in resignation, and I burst into tears.That REALLY had an impact on him. He closed his eyes and moved slightly away before opening them again and once more giving me a view of his deformed left profile. "Eer, now! Don't do that! Please, don't cry like that, Betty! I couldn't stand if it you..." I peed!" I sobbed.He blinked. "Wot?"I tried to corral my crying without results. "I peed," I told him between sniffs. "I came in looking for a bathroom, because I had to. If any of you want to add chapters or a different branch, go for it. I only keep this story as "moderated" so that I can proofread what you've written. As for the content of this story: all characters are over the age of 18. Any content that is similar to real life events is merely coincidence.)My name is Mike Decker, and I'm a senior in high school. The only bad thing about my high school? It's a spare bedroom in my house, that my mom converted to a classroom. You see, when my twin sister.