True, she wouldn't be thirsty when it passed, for both her foodand water bowls would be brimming, but the torrential rain would churn thesurface of th... patch of hard-packed earth her chain restricted her to intoevil-smelling mud, and whenever she had to leave her kennel ? and she wouldhave to leave her kennel to empty her bowels and bladder - she would trackit in and onto the thin layers of smelly old carpet she slept on. The first loud crack of thunder from overhead made her cower in her. "That's four swats you've got coming, Honey, unless you want to ante up for another game." What would I have to ante with?" asked Honey. "Your clothing - all of it. Play naked or pay the bet. Your choice." "A thousand," whispered Honey."Ten swats," replied Jaqui.Honey didn't say anything, but slipped her blouse over her head and dropped it in the trophy. Her skirt followed shortly. She wasn't wearing a bra.How Honey could stand naked in a room full of men and play pool like she did was. Please tell me what is going on!"She opened her mouth, but there was another frantic ringing of thedoorbell. Danielle answered it and came back with the person I was mostscared of seeing- Jessica. She looked at me, and then my Mom and said,"Oh no, it's happening isn't it? We aren't nearly ready." My Mom said,"I don't know if the other side caused it, or she did herself, but wecan't do anything about it now."The doorbell rang again, and I was starting to wonder if my baseballcoach was next. I watched the time on my cell phone. After five minutes I followed her into the bar. The Polynesian Lounge was dark, darker than I'd expected. The bar, the floor and the tables were all made from rough hewn lumber stained chocolate brown. The walls were decorated with more neon beer signs, Polynesian carvings and colorful posters of South Pacific Island scenery. The bar was on my right. There was a small dance floor on my left. A dozen tables with matching captains chairs occupied the space.