"Girls, you don't have to call me sir. My name is Nick. Would one of you like to ride on my shoulder?"Sarah let go of her sister's hand and opened her...arms for Nick to pick her up. Nick stood up and picked Sarah up. He placed her on his shoulders. Sarah wrapped her hand around his forehead. Kristen pulled on Nick's slacks. Nick looked down at her.Kristen said, "Can I be next?"Nick chuckled, "Sure. We will go halfway and then it will be your turn."They walked out the front door of Petra's. Nick. We got on great the night we were paired together for our pub's annual competition. It was a competition that we won quite comfortably. It was just gone eleven o'clock as we were being kicked out of the pub complaining about England's antiquated drinking laws that Dan suggested we continue at his house. I need all the concentration I can get so I don't drink whilst I'm playing so I'd only had a couple, unlike Dan who'd been drinking all night. I felt happy with our win and readily agreed to go. She gives me a pail of water, a towel, soap, points. I know already. I pick up the newspapers and head into the snow covered and still dark backyard. I am shivering, nude, in the early morning cold. The stars are out. The storm has passed on, and in the clear night, the temperature has dropped to what feels like the single digits. Like an animal I do my stuff and dump it in the dumpster. I then wash, as fast as I can with the freezing water and return to the warm kitchen, where I kneel at my. It was a huge lattice of fallen tree trunks, tied together by cord and covered by sewn-together aurochs and rhinoceros hide. It was as large as five or six tepees meshed together. Although the harshness of the winter snow was usually enough to wreck most habitations in the village, the chief’s weathered the conditions best and was reassembled on the same spot each spring with, if anything, more splendour than in the previous summer. Like most villagers, Ivory had never passed through the.