Ras next shot was great, and I had no chance to save it.
So I had to score on my next shot. I kicked harder than before, flat and near the post.
Ras got a little bit scared by the force of my shot, and looked like he was about to protest, but he didn't.
His next shot I read well, and managed to block it with my foot. Now all I needed to do was to score, and he would have to do what I said. I smiled.
I walked backwards from the ball. This time I was going to end it. I hit it full force. Not very well placed, but it was so hard that Ras didn't dare to try to save it.
He looked like he felt betrayed. But a game is a game and a promise is a promise.
I cheered for my self, teasing him a bit. But then I felt a little sorry for him.
"Come on Ras", I said. "Let's go buy you a loser-soda, then I can think about what wonderful things I want my pretty boy to do for me".
He smiled a halfhearted smile. Grateful for the soda, but more worried about what he would have to do for me.
We got the ball, and went to the gas station. Ras chose a can of Mountain Dew, and I got a coke.
Then I said "Let's go in my camper".
I could see he almost protested, but then just bit his lip and followed me.
Once inside I had to make a choice.