I suppose I could blame it all on the errant barge that broke loose and ended up wrapped around the lock gates. Not that I need to blame anything all things considered. The gates couldn’t be closed and that led to the river north of the gates dropping to historically low levels. No barge traffic was allowed and many of the chemical plants along the river ran out of raw materials. That didn’t mean that they could just shut...

I suppose I could justify Wanda and Chuck as something that Shawn and I had discussed. We knew each other’s thoughts on them. Thomas, Brent, and Zach were birds of a different feather. The thought of fucking one, or all, of them, aroused me almost irresistibly. I would have contained myself and none of them would ever touch me, but for one thing. Shawn was encouraging me to escalate my sexual escapades. Sure, he had high...