" So you can't remember what caused the fight?" Nope, I have no idea at all." I have spoken to quite a few witnesses and it would appear that young Mr...Tiltman was giving your sister a bad time and you stepped in to defend her, he punched you in the face and you went down and banged your head on the pavement. What followed was as you explained. Fr Ryan punched you in the head when he attempted to break up the fight, something he should not have done, that was assault. I suggest you talk to your. "The coast is clear." Cheers, I really do owe you one."He smiled. "Always happy to help a damsel in distress. Just when you are caught don't mention my name." I won't," Emma promised and gave him a kiss on the cheek.He smiled at her and wished her luck and then pulled out of the lay-by to complete his journey to Plymouth. "Think about it. I've been there. I was your age and was doing the same thing."Emma pursed her lips, nodded and jumped down from the cab. She felt a tinge of regret but also. It was nice to see them so friendly. After security we stopped and bought breakfast at a small kiosk, and headed for our gate. We ate breakfast in the waiting area, talked, and realized that we may end up being the only ones on the flight. This was our first leg of the trip, three hours to Atlanta, GA. We boarded and realized our suspicion as correct. We were going to be alone. As we took off we went over the business plans and the major things that I wanted see. We discussed everything from. " He repeated. Maya's eyes were running all over his body and he knew it, he turned his head towards her and dropped his gaze. She wasn't aware of where his eyes had fallen, as her own were transfixed in him."Pardon me, but earlier you asked to touch my muscles?" He said.Her jaw almost fell off of her face, excitement had washed over me too.She leaned in closer, resting on her elbow as she raised her right hand and began tracing his abdomen with her forefinger. She looked up at me with a look.