"how much you wanna bet that that's not my bus?" i said.
"i'll bet my signature!" he replied.
"i'll bet..." my voice dropped off as the first thing that popped into my mind was to bet my kissing virginity. but no! i could not bet that!we stood talking for awhile, and then we wandered over to the bus, which sure enough was mine, and i had lost. we decided that since i had lost i would stand on the small mound of dirt that made me almost as tall as him.

i should've bet my kissing virginity.