My mind fluttered back to the stupid bet that we made three days before our departure. I had bet her that I could beat her in arm wrestling. It had completely slipped my mind that she played softball and, would therefore, be stronger than me. She beat me fair and square and had spent the next two days walking around with a smile on her face. Mom knew of the bet and told me it was my fault for getting my self into the mess, and I would have to fly wearing what ever she picked out…