With the woods behind him, Scott walked back into the neighborhood. It all seemed to be quiet and peaceful. That was a good sign... Maybe he could just get home and have this whole crazy experience just get behind him and just go and fade away...

Just as Scott was feelin' a little bit better, who came ridin' around the corner on his bike, but one of his best friends, Tommy Sullivan!

Scott wanted to run. Scott wanted to hide. But he found himself, 'like a deer in the head-lights', as he just stood there, unable to move....

"Scotty! What happened? Look at you!" Tommy skidded his bike to a halt just in front of Scott. Tommy was laughing at him!

Scott didn't know how to respond, "I..... Uhhh..... I.... Uhhh....", how was he gonna' explain why he was totally covered in mud? He didn't know what to say...

Tommy was still laughing at him. "Look at your clothes, what a mess! Look at your hi-tops!
How'd ya' get so muddy?".

Scott still didn't know what to say....he felt so dumb and stupid!

But Tommy just rattled on, "Look, I gotta go, I'm runnin' an errand for my Mom. Love the new look! You look great!", and with that, Tommy rode off, yellin' and laughing at him.

Scott was a little confused, people normally 'laughed along with him', not 'at him'. Tommy was laughing 'at him'. Scott wasn't too sure how he felt about that.... Part of him thought it was kinda' fun, to be laughed at.... And Tommy had said he looked great! Scott didn't feel great, but after seein' Tommy, he didn't feel quite as badly as he did before.....

'Just get home, Just get cleaned up.', were the thoughts that came back into his mind.
'And please don't let my parents be home...'.
Scott thought his folks would be so angry and mad at him, messin' up his good school-clothes, gettin' himself all muddy....

But as Scott turned the corner to his house, his hopeful thoughts of his parents 'not bein' home', were crashed onto the rocks. Not only was his Mom home, his Dad was home too! They were sittin' on the front-porch, talkin' and drinking iced-tea.

Scott felt himself freezing up again. Should he run and hide? Should he try and sneak into the back-yard? Scott felt himself just standing there, incapable of any kinda' action....

Scott's Dad was the first to notice him. "Is that mud-monster our boy Scotty?".

His Mom turned and said, "Oh honey, look at you, what happened?".

"I've got to get my camera and get some pictures of this!", his Dad said as he went into the house for his camera.

His Mom seemed to think it was sorta' funny. She had a slight smile on her face. "My goodness, look at your clothes! What have you been up to?".

Once again, Scott found himself tongue-tied, "Uhhh.....I.... Uhhh.... I....", was about all he could say. He felt like a mental-case....

Scott's Dad came out with his camera, and started askin' Scott to start posin' for him. Scott didn't really want to have his pictures taken, but found himself just doin' what his Dad wanted. "Turn this way. Now that way. Now bend over. Now how about a big smile!". His Dad kept clicking pictures... Scott didn't know what to think, it was all so crazy!


His Mom was watching this all with an amused grin, then finally said with a laugh, "Well, when your professional photographer father is done with you, why don't you go out back and hose yourself down. Once you've rinsed yourself off, bring your clothes in, and I'll show you how to work the washer and dryer. Just don't track mud into the house.".

"I've got to see how these pixs came out.", his Dad said as he went back into the house. And with that, his Mom just sat back down in her chair, sipped some iced-tea, and picked up a magazine.

Scott left his back-pack on the front-porch, and went out to the back-yard. None of this made any sense! He thought his folks, especially his Mom, would be mad and angry with him! Instead, it all seemed to be a 'big joke' with them. All those pictures his Dad took...what was he gonna' do with 'em? He'd havta' talk with his Dad.....

Scott was halfway through rinsin' off his clothes. He had just stuck the hose down into his pants, tryin' to get rid of all the 'inside' mud. Even though the water was cold, he was actually kinda' gettin' 'turned-on' by it...., it was startin' to make him 'feel-good' again.... Just then, his Mom came out the back-door, and Scott quickly pulled the hose outta' his pants. His Mom had some of Scott's old sweats and a towel with her.

"Maybe you should put these on when you can. We don't want you to be scarin' the neighbors.", she said with a laugh. "Once we get your clothes in the washer, why don't you jump into the shower, and I'll make you some hot-chocolate.".

"Gee, thanks Mom!", was Scott's reply. His Mom's hot-chocolate was one of his favorite things! Scott thought he'd be in 'big-trouble' with what he had done, messin' up his clothes and all, but instead, it was almost like he was bein' rewarded!

Scott didn't understand what had just happened to him in the last few hours....
He was just walkin' home from school, and had found himself exploring and then playin' in a muddy construction site. He had gotten himself and his good school clothes all covered in mud, and then had had an incredible sexual experience!!! He had felt so good, and then he had felt so terrible! He had thought that he was gonna' be punished for what he had done, but his parents didn't seem to be bothered about it at all...

Scott wondered what was gonna' happen next.....