piggy back

my dear friend quinn and i were walking home from a BBQ at a nearby apartment complex. as we approached the bridge i asked him what he would give me if i gave him a piggy back ride all the way across the bridge. he said he would buy me an ice cream cone. i don't know if many people know this about me, but my main weakness is ice cream--vanilla softy serve to be extremely specific, but i also am in love with ben and jerry's version of chocolate chip cookie dough. i braced myself as the 6 ft 2 in caublaiian jumped onto my back. summoning my most inner strength i put one foot in front of the other, almost instantly it seemed, i was halfway this point to change or even forfeit the bet. when i continued to strongly walk across the bridge stop now! my ice cream cone was in sight. i took another labored step. i was feeling sick to my stomach, my legs were shaking almost uncontrollably. what was i going to do? right, across the bridge. quinn, who usually doesn't make bets unless certain he will win them, tried at his weight down on my shoulders. i stopped almost 15 feet from the end of the bridge. i couldn'tand deny the stakes to be changed, he proceeded to wiggle his body back and forth and press al his weight onto my shoulders. left.....right...........left, right, left......right. i slowly inched my way further and further. quinn was moaning in defeat. i had made it. victory was mine....free ice cream. yes.