“It’s called ‘The Rattler Rap!”Then Jake started rapping. He launched into the two full pages of lyrics on the music stand in front of him, wo...rds that he and Fred had written about the team, about the various games and scores and goals and the big wins and every boy on the team was mentioned by name. It only lasted four minutes, but it kicked the party into higher gear. Jake plugged in an iPod and for the next hour or so music streamed from the speakers and the kids jumped around like pinballs,. "You know fucking who!" yelled Phil."Son!" bellowed his father, entering from the library, his face surprisingly sad. "Quiet down and respect your mother!"Phil laughed wildly. "Right. Respect the bitch who fucked up my life. Where is she, Mother? Where's Marisol?" That tramp?" Bitch," grumbled his father."What did you say, Junior?" Nothing." I fucking hate you," grumbled Phil. "Who's the tramp? She doesn't go around hiring some poor stud to play with her sagging old dugs." Phil!" yelled his. She knew her husband would never aprove of this so she decided to keep it to herself. She didn't know how her young boy would react to seeing the place from which he first entered the world. Ginger was almost about to decide against it when she remembered that it was his 14th birthday in a few days. She was almost positive that this was what he probibly wanted more then anything, but first had to find out for sure. She got home around 8 and saw that her husband was already asleep on the couch.. Listen as hard as I could, there was no sound apart from the buzz of insectsin the warm air. Was my Lady at home? Had She gone out and left me? I feltlonely and miserable; I was very hungry, and beginning to become thirsty again. These thoughts were broken abruptly by my Lady's abrupt reappearance. Shespoke no word to me; but picked up the water bucket and re-filled my trough..I scrambled to it at once, and lapped up the warm, dusty water avidly. Shestood by and watched me until I'd finished,.