She gave her a grim smile, then shrugged."I guess he wins," she said, defeated.She stood up and turned away, feeling sudden tears that she didn't want...Deshona to see. She heard the gnash of the zipper as Deshona pulled it back up. She heard Deshona struggling to her feet, getting onto her crutches."Why don't I just take my part home and do it," Laura sniffed. "We're almost there. I can email you what I complete, and you can test it against your presentation." Fine," Deshona said with a finality. I decided that it would be the best place to take action and made certain that on a special Friday afternoon I was comfortably seated in the back row of the color coded bus pretending to be snoozing like some of the other passengers. I watched the target board the bus and as luck would have it he actually sat directly in front of me totally defenseless against my quick silenced round to the back of his head. It was so easy that it was almost laughable. In my haste to celebrate the impending. “The other one is most of the crew of the yacht. And when we’re all there, we’re like one big happy family. But since we don’t see them regularly enough they’re also like another family of first cousins.”About that time, the pilot announced we were on final approach and to fasten our seatbelts. Many of my fellow parents and other helpers quickly sat down and fastened their seatbelts. After the plane stopped I walked over to stand behind Judy. She took the microphone and announced, “Okay kids,. I moved in close and was able to get under his fists. It didn’t look like he was a workin’ rancher. He was in good shape but I had been doing much harder work than him for years. A steady hammering of his stomach and a hard fist over his heart put him on the ground again. Standing there, trying hard to get air into my lungs, I watched him pull himself to his feet. We started dancin’ around again, him trying his jabs with an occasional successful one at my head. Me, I was just doin’ my best to.