She got it the first time and the second and the third and so on. The trues was, she too was mad at her friends for leaving her alone, they hadn’t c...alled since she was caught, but she would not confess this to her mother.Her trail of thoughts was harshly interrupted by a stinging pain in her womb, nearly had she let out a yelp, but could transform it last second into a cough. Her parents didn’t seem to mind; a heavy silence had befallen the table.While trying to eat as normal as possible, she. ‘You a gambling man, BAWSTUN?’ she teased. ‘Depends on the wager’ he answered back to her. ‘Well, whoever’s team wins gets to call the shots for the rest of the night’ ‘Shay, baby, I don’t see how there could be a loser in this bet’ ‘Good then, we’re on.’ Ken leaned in to seal the bet with a kiss, but Shay immediately turned to watch the game, feigning interest in the action on the field and trying not to bust up laughing. Ken smiled to himself as he took her hand in his and rested it in her. The sleeping bag quivered as she trembled inside. ‘What?’ No explanation followed. Her incoherent remarks and unresponsiveness might indicate a concussion. Soothingly, he said, ‘I’ll call you, Willow.’ ‘Willow? That’s a stupid name. Why Willow? If you call me Pussy Willow I’ll scratch your eyes out.’ A little annoyed, he answered, ‘If you don’t like it then tell me your real name, Weeping Willow.’ No response. Tom boiled water. When it was ready he grabbed a clean bandana and then, armed with. He was pacing back and forth,"Where's that chicken shit little girl; is she too scared to come out of the locker room?"I almost missed Lisa climb into the ring. She smiled down at me, and then glared at big mouth."I'm right here, big mouth, we'll see who's the chicken shit in a couple of minutes."All through the referee's instructions they just stared at one another; Lisa had to look up and actually looked small compared to him. I was really beginning to worry.They went back to their corners,.