Get Out of Town Chapter 4
I found a big sign over the main dining hall that read “Welcome Home Harrison Jackson!” Below it was a long dining table, with a seat of honor reserved for me. It was a long-ass fucking table, too. There were so many people there, of all races and both sexes. There was one obvious redneck who was evidently in some sort of throuple with his buddy and their girlfriend. There was another guy who had more than one girlfriend, all of them camp counselor types like himself. There was Kathy and what...