We'dplay catch and he'd throw the ball harder and harder until it hurt myhand so much I cried. But if I dropped it I got yelled at and if Idropped it ...gain I was whipped for disobeying him by not payingattention. When he got me into organized sports, it was worse.Somehow, between deployments, he always managed to be one of thecoaches, so he was always there, so he saw everything. Once he had usdoing this head-on blocking drill where each of us was supposed to tryto move the other guy back or. Even more effectively. We laid out the new basics including the move, revenue sharing, and production credit. We told them this afternoon that any new contract had to have those pieces included for us to talk."I chuckled. "Hopefully, they will see the light. I will be up there tomorrow afternoon. Things are quieting down here now. Matt doesn't know it but I'm training him to be Director." I chuckled. "He's a good manager."She said, "Darling, why don't you terminate your room and spend the week. Just after six pm they walked hand in hand the short way down to the pub at the bottom of their road. It was still well over thirty degrees Celsius. "I know it is still hot," Evelyn said, "But could we sit out here on the terrace and look out over the river with a drink?" "Sure," answered Henry, "Gin and tonic?" "Yes, thank you," said Evelyn as she selected a table at the far end of the veranda and sat down with her back to the wall of the pub. She pulled a chair around so that Henry could sit. Be sure you dont wait very long, someone else might beat you to it. I was stunned. To start with, Nikki is my eighteen year-old daughter&hellip, EIGHTEEN! She was smart enough to keep her face hidden, but her voice is easy to recognize for my family. Why in the fuck would my baby girl do something like this? Holy Mother Fucker!&hellip, I cant believe what Im seeing, Bill. It sounds exactly like my Nikki. Shit! It cant be her. Face it, little brother, its Nikki alright. I couldnt believe it,.