She only gets one.

Betsie's hands went behind her back to unclasp her bra. She tried to fight it but then it dawned on her; why fight it? She had to collect all the bananas and she had to do it naked. Why try and prolong it? So instead Betsie stripped as quick as possible and crawled as quick as possible to the first banana. She decided to start with the one furthest away. Betsie tried to ignore the show she must be putting on as she made her way to her neighbours garden. Unfortunately one person that couldn't ignore the show was her neighbour, Mrs Johnson. Mrs Johnson believed women should dress respectably and not walk around half-naked. Mrs Johnson had made this point known to Betsie on several occasions. The last occasion was when Mrs Johnson was going some gardening and Betsie had a particularly short skirt on. The conversation ended: Fuck off you old cow! Why don't you shove that rake up your arse and enjoy yourself for once! Betsie mum demanded that she apologised to Mrs Johnson, an apology Mrs Johnson was still waiting for.

Mrs Johnson was looking out the window that morning when she saw Betsie standing in her underwear talking to her friend. "Has that girl got no shame?" Mrs Johnson said to herself. "She's stood in the middle of her garden wearing next to nothing, with her hands on her head like she doesn't have a care in the world. How can she be so shameless?" Mrs Johnson then watched as her friend turned and threw something. Mrs Johnson watched the flight of the object as it landed in her garden. It took a moment to realise it was a banana. "How dare she ... " Mrs Johnson never finished that sentence because as she looked back at the girls she could see Betsie stripping. "The little ... " Again a sentence that would never be finished as Mrs Johnsonwatched Betsie get on her hands and knees and crawl towards the banana on her garden.

Mrs Johnson ran to her door grabbing a walking stick on the way. Mrs Johnson needed no help walking but her late husband had a hip replacement operation and needed support. At this moment she was glad she decided not to throw it away. She flung her door open just as Betsie was picking the banana up with her mouth. "What do you think you're doing you little hussy?!"

There was only one word that entered Betsie's head: fuck. There was nothing she could do except turn around and try and get to the safety of her house. However crawling on her hands and knees was not the quickest way to escape. Try as she might Betsie could not get away from Mrs Johnson.

"Stop acting like a hussy and do as you're told and go to your room, nose to the wall with your hands on your head."

Betsie took off like a shot. No sooner had Lexi finished her sentence then Betsie was on her feet, in the house and standing in her room. She tried to calm her breathing from her spirit. As she began to compose herself she could hear Mrs Johnson and Lexi talking outside. She prayed that Lexi was making the situation better, explaining to Mrs Johnson that it was a game that had gone wrong however she doubted that was the case.