In fact he was taking another passage ... a rear entry if you will, you understand; he got only part of the tip in before ... Well, he was inexperienc...d, and excited, so ... he was so happy after it was over. For me there was very brief pain and some blood from his hard push, then very quickly a great mess. As a virgin I was confused by the physical feelings, but no gateway was breeched. I confessed the same day, as was my duty. But later I learned the truth when some who knew better examined. Frank’s friends are very upset that he can’t go but, what can they do ... Two days later the three get to the camping site only to find Frank sitting there with a tent set up, firewood gathered, and fish cooking on the fire. “Damn man! How long you been here and how did you talk your wife into letting you go?”“Well, I’ve been here since yesterday. The night before yesterday evening I was sitting in my chair and my wife came up behind and put her hands over my eyes and said ‘guess who’?” I. " I took the cue and changed the scene to the cabana. "You don't have to be tired. Not here. Now listen to me, you're in trouble here and that's the truth. But you're not alone. Right this second there are people who love you looking for you. The FBI is looking for you. Total strangers are looking for you. I've been looking for you." What do you mean you've been looking for me? I thought you were me." I did, but I lied; I just needed to get your attention. I'm not really you, just like he isn't. It made me hard to see from the road- hence my liking of sleeping between two dumpsters. It usually keeps people away, because they can’t stand the stench of them.This was different apparently. Two people approached me as I slept. I must have been really out for the count, because usually I am up and pulling my butterfly knife out of my pockets before they are within a few feet. That’s another usual advantage of being between two dumpsters behind a closed store- there is usually nothing.