I'm more into chicken breast." Alright", Paul said, "chicken breast it will be. I'll figure out a way to grill it." No, no!" Marge responded. "We'll h...ve steak."Paul started to sigh and held back. He turned to the man behind the counter."Let's have one strip steak and enough chicken breast for one person," he told him.After the butcher handed them the two packages wrapped in white paper Marge turned to head for the cashier."We need one last thing, Marge," Paul called over his shoulder as he. The bald devil looked at me and I closed my swollen eyes to feign unconciousness. He approached me and kicked me in my stomach with his steel-toed boots. Instantly, I coiled into a fetal position and began to dry heave. With the lack of food at the Camp, I wasn’t surprised that I was unable to vomit. I laid in that position for awhile, but didn’t receive any more blows to my body. When I looked up, the devils were gone. There were no longer screams coming from the shower room. At that moment I. Then came lunch. Could I...?Okay, okay, but how to get Mrs. Reyes's attention. It wasn't like I could flash her in the middle of class. I bit my lip. What else could I do? Arrange for her to see me fucking Natalie or something? That didn't seem likely. Where would I fuck Natalie that Mrs. Reyes could watch us and no one else? And if Natalie realized Mrs. Reyes was watching us, she might get suspicious.I bit my lip. I needed something else. Some way to show her my dick that would be undetectable. I think I shook close to a thousand hands over three days, and another couple hundred Hispanic leaders and community members as well, in small communities scattered across Washington and Oregon between Spokane and Portland, the two big-city ends of out journey.Carlos and I talked a lot on the road between meetings. I drove, some of the time. This was the early sixties, and rural Oregon, Idaho and Washington. Driving lessons for a fifteen year old were possible in a much less formal manner than.