With no gun, no weapons to protect yourself, you needed to find someone, anyone, to take care of you until you could get back on your feet. Of course,...without a map, or anything really to help you know which way you were going, you'd have to get lucky. In front of you was the highway, and if you remember right, an old junkyard.Maybe you could follow the highway to get home, you didn't live far after all. You lived in the town of Sanctuary, which is why you were picked for this experiment, due. "You're not going to punish her, are you?" I guess not," Frank said. "No one's perfect. Besides, I already said I wouldn't tell her what you said, so how could I punish her without telling her?" Oh, right," Floyd smiled. "You're not still mad at me, are you?" No, why should I be? You're just the messenger." Well, you sounded pretty mad a minute ago." That was then; this is now. I will be mad if I don't get a coffee pretty soon." Comin' right up!" Floyd said happily as he stepped out of the. Even her lipstick and nail polish was a shade of orange. An orange bindi adorned her forehead. Her soft, fat white belly with its deep navel was enticingly exposed. She looked like an expensive whore. In our excitement, I had forgotten to bolt the front door and was now facing the consequences.First, she went and bolted the the door to the main entrance. Next, she went to her bedroom to keep her shopping bags. We were too drunk and perplexed to even move from our seats.Returning to my bedroom,. We engage in a bit more chit chat as we scarf down the food. The three b o y s on KP are already clearing tables and picking up trash, packing up the morning food stuff, and preparing for lunch. I turn back to the table and ask “Bath house, anyone ?” Me and Dustin and Johnny, proceed up the hill to the bath house. As we walk in it's already filled with steam from other campers taking showers. I head for the piss trough to unload the morning stream, and Dustin heads for one of the stalls, I.