Just cannot waste time,” my mom was talking to herself. The frankness in her voice greatly disturbed me.I was human enough to understand her feeling.... Her wish to have another child was very much justified. But, she was very insensitive towards the fact that it was her very own son she was using to accomplish her twisted mission.It greatly hurt me that my mother was not ready to acknowledge the mental agony I was going through. I was sure I did not want to do this. I was sure I was forced into. As we were hanging out at this mall, the wife knew all the holes at this mall. It was a nice sunny June day she was showing me around. After 2:00pm we sat down at an outside bench just to rest a little from all the walking, when I thought everything was fun just her and I. We heard a familiar voice saying “hey you guys” we both looked and noticed one of our friends. He was white about 5’7 meaty in the right spots. As he walked up he sat down next to us, more like sat next to Lu. Few minutes. After leading exercises, I took the lower belts into the smaller practice room and proceeded to put on a five-minute demonstration of kick and punch combinations, all the while imagining Margaret Lundgren’s face on the bag. My aggression sated for the moment, I began giving individual instruction on how to make the hardest strikes and kicks possible.“Feel better, Tiger?” Jessica teased while we were walking home after class.“A bit. It’s going to take some getting used to. And probably quite a. . where did you find the stove?” she asked me.“That was in the garage,” I said. “The Warm Morning stokers and the beer fridge were in the bunkhouse. There’s still a bunch of old stuff out there.” I waved at the little two room shack in the north east corner of the fenced in yard.“Really?”“Wanna see?”“Sure,” Connie said.We walked over to the little house. A van was turning around at the corner of the esses. It stopped, couple of guys popped out and looked right at us.I had a feeling. They jumped.