I knew that there was a chance that my big mouth would get me thrown out, in which case I would go over to Carrie's house and sneak in through her win...ow. Or even go home to Mom. But I had to risk the question."Why me?"She took a deep breath. "Because I like the way your package shows in those jeans." Then she paused. "To tell the truth, it's because I'm here at home with a brand new baby while my husband is away at a conference fucking his secretary and I'm pissed off." How can you be so. Mr. King called out for us so we dressed and headed back to camp. Dinner was ready when we got back,so we settled down and ate.After dinner and cleaning up we laid out our sleeping bags(joeys and mine were beside each other) and dressed for bed. After joking around for a while Joey nodded off. The sounds of the outdoors was a little scary to me so I got up and went out the tent to sit by Mr. King. He was drinking a beer and watching the fire when I walked over to him,he smiled and asked why I. What made it lucky was that Jack went on a winning streak whenever he had that mug with him. He and a couple of pals didn't lose a pick-up game for more than three weeks. One day Jack forgot the mug, and they couldn't win a game. His teammates insisted from that point that he always brings the mug. That was several years ago, and obviously he hadn't won every game since then, but in his own sports-superstitious mind, Jack connected improved odds of winning to that old, beat up mug.He shut the. Mom: I feel shy to use the word… it…it…The mom ran inside the room probably crying. So the father completed her thoughts.Father: Please excuse her. She tries her best to accept the fact. Here, I apologise on behalf of my son.Me (inside my head): What the fuck are these clowns talking about… what kind of a nutcase family is this…I left without saying a word and didn’t care if they thought that I was rude. Till the reached my doorstep, I was thinking about the perverted boy.Me (inside my head):.