”Steve told me, “Chuck is planning to have you in his office today. I don’t think you’re going anywhere, but be ready. Chuck isn’t all that ...eadable sometimes.”I smiled as I thought toward Chuck. He was busy with his women and children. I could feel how happy he was helping with diapers and clothing as he handled each of his kids. Back there in the corner of his thinking was what we needed to do today. This was a capture that the men from St. Pete had flubbed twice. Chuck was determined to get. He had on a pair of white boxer briefs and there was a large tent in the front."Hurry up," Michael said firmly, but her voice now betrayed her excitement.Tim bent over and took off his shoes and socks and then pulled his pants off. He stood back up, his face a mixture of excitement and fear. Slowly, he hooked his thumbs into the elastic of his briefs.The two women looked on with satisfied smiles. They had won the battle of wills.Tim closed his eyes in embarrassment and pulled his underwear. They were troubled girl that for one summer got to have a normal life. He struggles to remain calm and keep his breathing in check.“Apologize,” the woman says in barely more than a whisper.His jaw moves. He has nothing to apologize for. He spent his evening with Sandy and he regrets none of it. But Debbie doesn’t know this. He told her a lie. He told her that Marian came over and needed some consoling. He left it at that, but Debbie filled in the blanks for herself and assumed that he had. None save myself and whoever he was that was chasing me. The trees were tall and straight like a maple and oak wood. I was running and I was scared. The person who was chasing me was a boy, one who would conjure up the title ‘native boy’. He wore only a reddish-brown loin cloth, and was obviously more adapted to the woods than myself. I had a pretty good jump on him, but I had enough difficulty in manipulating the landscape that I could feel him gaining on me. I’m not exactly sure what it was.