Miller said, "no sweetie will use these plastic cups over here, andin answer to your question we will need 11 cups." Mrs. Miller hadalready picked up...a lot of things for the party last weekend, but forgotthat the party was today. She actually thought the party was tomorrow, onSaturday.She told Ricky 11 cups, because she had counted him, Holli and Lynn inthe group. She then turned and said, "Jenny dear why don't you pour thesodas, while I go get the chips from down stairs.Ricky didn't care that. She spoke briefly with someone on the other end in a quiet voice. I waited for her to complete her call. "I've got some help to look, they're really good at this type of thing," What type of thing?" I asked, "People who indiscriminately shoot into crowded rooms to kill one person? I'm back to the same issue I had in the beginning, only greater. I didn't think it was a good idea for me to live in the same place as you because I didn't want anyone to be hurt. Now it looks like someone will try to. "The same grunt that's already earned a death sentence answers, "And our orders are to make sure hers are very tight and yours even tighter."A shackled Mabel comes over and declares, "Now I know what slaves felt like."The bastard grunt digs a deeper grave, "Sit the hell down and shut the hell up!"They finish shackling everyone and order, "Okay, were taking you into this tent for the night."They march us into the tent, and one orders, "Sit down and we will bring you some food."We sit down, they. Surely, at least someone else from that group is gay now; I often wonder who. There was a lot of fit guys in our group, but I wouldn't care which of them was gay; they were all decent lads. But I haven't kept in touch with any of them. My wallowing in self-pity has ruled out staying in touch with them. I just wish I had another gay person to talk to. I'm almost certain I have unconditional love from my mum, brother and sister and even from my dad too, in his old-fashioned kind of way. I can't.