He unzipped the tent and poked his head outside."Sweet Jesu!"There in front of him was the outline of his house in Inveraray. It had worked! He glance... to the side and took in the fact that the 4x4 wasn't there so his precautions had been spot on, but bang went a lot of new technology.Scott looked again at the house and beyond it to the camp. There was something, he couldn't put his finger on it, but something didn't feel right. He reached behind himself and found his sword and dirk before. Some guys know how to really brag. The secret is not to act like a hotshot, rather be real laid back and be smooth about the whole thing. This was the secret to successful bragging.He went to one of his favorite teen chat rooms. "Hey Hero." one of his chat buddies greeted him. "Was it you on TV?" This was even better than bragging, even the cool kind. Somebody was doing it for him. Greg was almost squirming with all the pleasure he felt.Then he felt like someone had thrown a glass of cold water. I sat on a stool right up front. Can I get you something? The bartender asked me. Rum on the rocks please. I took a look around the bar while waiting for my drink. Its good to see you again. I turned around. It was him. The mystery man I dreamt about. He was wearing the same striking outfit that he pulled off yesterday, but a different colored shirt. It was white and matched his dark colored pants. Hey, I was hoping to run into you again! I said it before I could think and I could feel my face. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push."Not a chance," says the husband, "its 3:00 in the morning!"He slams the door and returns to bed."Who was that?" asked his wife."Just some drunk guy asking for a push," he answers."Did you help him?" she asks."No, I did not, it's 3 in the morning and it's frigin' well pouring rain out there!" Well, you have a short memory," says his wife. "Can't you remember about three months ago.