Our guide was shirtless; his muscled back indicated good physical strength. In fact, without his shirt on we could see the corded strength of his fore...rms and the pillar of his neck, an archer’s physique. He got dressed while regaling us with anecdotes of his past trips to the north under similar wet conditions. After Scout saw my serious face in the light of a fire, he stopped trying to tell stories.We conferred about the rotten weather and the likely condition of the trail ahead. Scout. He scooped on a spoon of ice cream and offered her to eat. She was little taken aback by his behavior, especially in my presence.“shhh. He is here …donot know what he will think…” mom whispered.“come on ….Eat now …” she agreed and gulped half of the spoon, a small portion of ice cream on edge of the spoon. Ashok licked the same spoon clean and ducked the spoon for another helping. Her lips were wet with cream and she was still munching the melted ice cream in her mouth. Ashok offered mom a. Seems like the transition between worlds is not that difficult to cope with if you never felt at home in the first place. The new Lyonel Baratheon looked at the room, at his hands and then down his body. Where his eyes lingered. The bed sheets laid messily strewn across the bed and didn’t cover his massive endowment, the memories of liking to sleep nude whenever the weather allowed it surfaced in his head. In a juvenile gesture he threw his head back and did an upward air punch. This will be. I could tell by his cocky voice. I simply turned off the water, dried off, and got dressed to meet him. When I was getting dressed, I heard the door open and shut again. ‘He must have left.’ But then, I heard Erin. ‘Get off of me you asshole!’ She yelled at him like she was going to kill him. I came out and both Jack and Erin were looking at me. I was in my black jeans, no shirt, and no shoes. Erin, dispite what was going on, started googling me. We took turns doing that. I walked up to Jack.