PLOT
A few months after moving to this area at my wife's request, the neighborhood association was apparently holding a 2-night, 3-day camping trip. I wasn't planning on going, but my wife persuaded me that this would be the last time we'd be involved with the neighborhood association, so we ended up going together. Almost everyone in the neighborhood association was supposed to be there, but when we arrived at the campsite, it was just my wife and me and three middle-aged men... I tried to leave immediately, but the men from the neighborhood association surrounded me and got me drunk. And that night, with me passed out beside them, the middle-aged men disappeared into their tents with hope...