Senior pictures

she was so good for me! she did everything for me, no holds barred! And when her efforts didn't work out the way he'd planned, she was full of apologies! And what did I do? I accused, ranted and raved, bellowed like a wounded ox! "Okay," Mom said, "I want to hear the whole story. What on earth happened and what were you doing there in the first place?" It was Sunday evening and Kelly and I were sober at last, having slept the entire day. Now we were being called upon to go over all the details. We were still in no shape to do much of anything with the headaches we had, but Mom wasn't about to wait any longer. "It's just like I told you, Mom," Kelly answered, "They were just having some fun with us." "Doesn't seem much like fun to me," she observed, "But what I don't understand is why you didn't just leave when senior pictures started getting rough." "We couldn't," I piped up, "They wouldn't let us." "Do you know who they were?" "Some of them," I offered. "Well then I'm calling the police!" "Please don't, Mom!" Kelly begged, "They didn't really hurt us, and we still have to live in the same town with them. We'll just know better next time." "But they held you against your will! And poured liquor down your throats! That's illegal!" "Please, Mom! If you call the cops it'll be worse next time." "Not to mention," I added, "what'll happen when my father gets wind of senior pictures. And if you call the police he's sure to hear about it." "But he's no longer on the force," Mom reminded me. "He still has lots of friends there, and one of them is sure to tell her." Time really started to fly after our "party" at Rodney's house.