My t-shirt was a flimsy t-shirtwhich you could barely feel on your body. It felt uncomfortable, and large.It had a CRMS logo on the front, and my last...name on the back of it labeledin big black letters. My shorts were just as flimsy and light as my shirt was.It had an elastic waist, with a string to tighten it with. The only problemwith it was the fact that it was barely long enough to cover my underwear whensitting down, and when I would stand up, it would be about 8 or so inches fromthe. Chapter 2It had been hard for Alex to recover in the days following his public humiliation. How could he look anyone in the eye, after they had seen him led through the halls of the school naked? At least his self-esteem benefited from his secret role as Pantsboy. Still Alex decided not to step down from editor, and he showed up to the baseball game that night. With Pants-boy hanging the Latina Queenz by their panties, the fear was broken and the newspaper published article after article. Garth was in trouble. It was obvious he wasn't alone or speaking freely. From all the evidence he had at least three, probably four or more people holding him hostage and waiting in ambush for me. I thought about my options, but only for a moment. The chances of me overcoming four armed professionals holding a hostage in a confined space were nearly zero. I needed help. I debated for a while about whom to call, but in the end decided on the local police. Because of my business, I had good. Angie and I got along pretty well the first two years or so but then she got pregnant and gave birth to my half-sister Patsy. From that time forward, Angie treated me like the proverbial stepchild. Patsy always came first, getting whatever she wanted, while I got nothing. As the years went by, my resentment of Angie slowly turned to pure hatred. I could tell by her actions toward me that she hated me as much as I despised her. The situation got progressively worse. One Saturday morning I woke.