"I don't know." He tugged his shirt down snuggling into the bear . He had never lied to his mother. Maybe the resent few ommision of his new fun with Quin could be considered a lie, but she didn' ask about that. The bruise she would notice. "I can't lie to her, Pookie.  I don' like it.  Maybe if I say we were just playing rough?"  He lazed in Pookies arms. With only a tank top and tiny shorts on, the bears fur felt extra comforting today.